I was woken up with a slam. "god he must be drunk agian.." i wispered so he wouldn't hear me. " get down here you little garnish bitch!" he yelled. it was my foster dad,Andy. or atleast thats what his "friends" call him. i heard him dropping bottles as he came up the stairs. i jumped up at the door to lock it before he got up here. but it was too late. " whhhy aren't you in *hiccup* school" he slurred on each word heavily. " its a saturday" i said so quitetly. your such an asshole i said under my breath. " what was that?" he said cracking his fists. i avoided looking up at him, "nothing" i said in a small voice. he cocked his head and yelled" look at me" i kept my head down. " now!!" he said angrily. i looked up. i saw him staring down at me. i felt so small , but in my mind i was in london painting, away from him. "thats better" he said with a grin. " go make me breakfast." he said walking down the hall. i sat there looking at the door and thinking about what would happen if i was adopted by some on else.
i stumbled down the stairs tripping and slipping over the beer soaked carpet covered in budwieser cans and bottles. i get down stairs and immediatly start coughing. there in the living room i saw andys posy of friends smoking. "hey look, its our waitress." a blonde lady choked out, her hair was torn up, and very knotted. i scoffed and walked into the kitchen. i walked in the kitchen i saw dishes everywhere covered in bugs. i stepped over the smashed bottles. and unidentified clothing on the ground and opened the fridge. the light was flickereing and the shelfs were empty. i slammed the doors and went up into my room and locked the door.
i blasted my static radio, to kyy 102.4 ." Hello and good morning everyoneeee" more like good mourning. " right now i am here with one directions Niall Horan, and we are calling one fan in the area of Nashua New Hampshire!" i gasped and searched for my phone. " if you live in the area of nashua find your phone and turn the volume wayyy up cause it could beee youuuu" . I found my phone hid under my pile of clothes. i was ringing. i awnsered calmly. "hello?" "ello! this is Niaaalll Horaaann!" he said in a cute little irish accent. " are you serious?" i coughed out. " yep, so what up, whats your name love?" he asked. "im sarah hager, i just woke up " i said in a small voice. i wasen't going to tell him what had really happened, i mean everyone at school already thinks im a fake liar. " how did you sleep?" he asked. i was still thinking about london and painting. i took me a second to snap back to reality. " hello, love are you there?" he said, it sounded so distant. "huh ya, im here" i said, i was so embaressed. "ok love i gotta go, this is my real number so you can call or text when ever you want!" then click the call was over.i fell back on my bed and texted him" look i need somone to talk too..."
Hey , this is my first story, its just the first part. this IS a niall horan fan fiction. it will get there in the story.if anyone of my readers (if their are any) are goin through stuff like this at home come talk to me, i don't judge. FAN,VOTE! i hope to get the next para. done by next tuesday! sorry for such a long wait
