Plain Pain: A Niall Horan Fan Fiction

Chapter 8

(A/N): I'm really sorry it took so long for me to update, but being the klutz that I am, I fell down and hurt my arm. It's not broken, I just couldn't move it for a while so I couldn't exactly type. I hope you enjoy this chapter :) x

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I was so shocked that I felt dizzy for a couple of seconds before I ran to my dad who was sitting on the couch with his back to me.

I walked around to face him and noticed how tired he looked. There were bags under his bloodshot eyes, and his jet black hair was a mess. His tux was creased and the tips of his jacket's sleeves were torn, his tie undone. His face seemed to light up at the sight of me before he hastily got up and engulfed me in one of his warm hugs, patting my back lightly.

"Oh my god, you're here. I was so worried," I breathed out as I fought back the tears.

He pulled away and I told him to sit down before I took the seat next to him.

"What happened?" I asked him.

"I heard Niall's voice, is he here?" He asked, running a tired hand through his hair.

"Yeah, he is," I replied distractedly.

"Go get him, we wouldn't want him to feel left out," I nodded before bolting out of the room and running up the stairs, heading for the guest bedroom and knocking on the door twice, pressing my ear against the door.

"Come in," he called out and I twisted the door knob, poking my head through the doorway and smiling at him.

"Come on, somebody's here," I motioned for him to follow me and with a baffled expression, he got off the bed, leaving his cellphone on the pillow and following me downstairs.

"Who the hell do you want me to-" he cut himself short as we entered the living room and saw the back of my dad's head. It snapped around at the sound of Niall's voice and dad instantly threw him a huge smile. Niall made his way towards the couch, greeting my dad.

"Mr. Simmons, where have you been? We were all so worried," Niall took his seat next to my father as I sat in front of them on the coffee table. My mom watched over from her seat on the chair next to the couch, trying to take in everything as if it was the last time she'd be seeing my dad.

"I guess you all want to know what happened," my dad announced and we all nodded.

"So I was on the plane and all of a sudden the pilot announces that one of the engines malfunctioned, so naturally everyone on the plane starts panicking. The flight attendants told us that we were above the sea so we had to jump off the plane before it drowned. I grabbed my life jacket and they handed us parachutes. You should've seen those people's faces, it was hilarious," he laughed.

"Robert, there's nothing funny about that. Some people died!" My mom argued.

"No, that's not true. Nobody died; a couple of people just fainted and those who were missing were eventually found," my dad corrected.

"But I called the airline and the man said that two people died,"

"I don't know who gave you that information, but whoever it was didn't know what they were talking about," my dad shook his head.

"Well that's good to hear, continue," my mom sighed.

"So I jumped off the plane from the emergency exit and pulled my parachute open about half way down. I inflated my life jacket and landed in the water. I basically swam for my life but I wasn't alone. Almost all the other passengers were surrounding me," he paused for a second, "luckily for us, the rescue team came on time and took us on a boat. We were all taken to the hospital to be checked on before most of us were released. I took a cab ride home and here I am," he finished off and we all sat there with our mouths wide open. He laughed at our expressions.