Shattered [Niall Horan]

Prologue

Prologue

//Catherine

I opened my little spiral-binded notebook and flipped to a new page. A 19 year old may be a tad too old to have a journal, but I honestly didn't care. I mean, having someone to rant to and share everything with, without putting yourself at the risk of being judged or opined to -- there could possibly be no loss in something such.

The mild smell of ink radiated off the final occupied page as I paused to skim my eyes over those foolish thoughts I had pasted onto it, only a day prior. The feel of the light smile tugging at my lips was evident, as the warmth remained persistent in my cheeks. Today, I found out how much he truly loves me, that he'd never let go of me, he'd never give up.

My left arm subconsiously found its way onto my stomach, as I began inking all my thoughts onto my voiceless bestfriend, smiling and reminiscing merely one of the many beautiful memories that I shared with him.

Dear Journal,

I was wrong. Wrong about everything! He didn't leave me; he never will.

I'm so glad I was finally able to gather courage to tell him the truth, tell him about the new feeling inside of me; the little being that's been a part of me since the last 3 weeks. I've finally done it...

I can't believe I thought so low of him. I thought he'd do what probably any other guy would've done; choose his career over us, and break up with me, leave me alone here. It was only obvious. Who wants a kid at the age of 19? That too, when you're in the world's biggest boyband and at the peak of your career?

But he chose us over everything else.. Overlooking every consequence and every possiblity, he chose me and my little nudger. Well, my little one's not a nudger yet, but he's gonna grow stronger within the next few months and poke me every now and then, keeping me alert of his presence! Yep, I think it's a He! But Niall says it's gonna be a She.. He says she'll be his little princess, and he'll have a perfect family of three with his two precious princesses.. We're already having arguments over this! But I'm totally positive our little angel is going to be a boy... He's gonna be just like his dad.. with those crystal blue eyes, cute round face, and a heart as pure as his daddy's.

I know we're too young for this, but we're ready. If going through those hurdles and overcoming the risks is what we have to do to stay together, so we will. We're going to have this baby, and I know we're going to be good parents.. I can already see Niall and I cooking dinner together in the evening..and then he's going to sing our Angel to sleep, while I'll rock him in my arms. Yes, being overly imaginative has always been my thing, as you know.. Well, he hasn't even proposed to me yet. I don't think that's happening anytime soon. One month American tour starts this Friday, and then there's promotions and shoots for their new album, can't really picture a marriage taking place in the middle of it all.

I never wanted to be a burden on him, you know. I'm putting so many strings on him and I definitely ain't proud of this. But then, my Niall's so brave...he's, he's so sweet. He literally ordered me not to feel guilty about anything. He told me none of this is my fault, that he's always there no matter what. He says our baby is a gift from God and that I should never call it a mistake. I'm so proud of him. Every praise would only be an understatement for what he is. He understands me like no one else, does things I can't even imagine in my dreams. I'm way too blessed, that's what I am.

I love him.

A small instictive tear drop trickled down my cheek as I placed the lid back onto the pen and shut the notebook close. Sinking back into the chair, those ceasless thoughts effortlessly swam inside my mind, unitl the vibrating of my phone, from across the corner of the table snapped me out of my daze.

Simultaneously as my finger swiped over the screen, unlocking the phone, yet another smile pinned itself onto my lips, noting whom the text was from.

From Ni :

Hey beautiful. Not callin, incase ur asleep. So...I have a plan for the 2 of us, tomorrow evening! Letting u know early, so u don't make plans with anyone else. Dress nice, I'll pick u up at 7 :) Goodnight, and take care of our little one. I love you both.

mwahh XXX

The surge of overwhelming emotions in me only seemed to grow. Having this angel to call as my boyfriend and the father to my baby -- I couldn't be happier, I couldn't be more blessed. And to add more bliss to my already gleeful heart, he had already started being a good Dad. He hadn't forgotten to mention our baby too. I knew my Niall would be the perfect father.

That idyllic smile that had settled upon my lips hours ago, remained intact, as I let my mind muse on about thoughts of the perfect family I was going to have with Niall. Sleep came easy that night, unlike those atrocious past weeks. That heavenly face and those divine blue eyes never left my thoughts, draping me into a soothing blanket, as I slowly drifted off to a peaceful slumber, relief, joy, love, ecstasy – all pouring through me at the same time.

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Okay, I've been planning this for over a month now, and I finally wrote it down and uploaded the very day. This WON'T be a story based on diary entries. I just thought this would be the best portrayal of what my main character is feeling and some of her diary entries may be put into chapters from time to time.

Hope you enjoyed reading and decide to read on, because this is gonna pick up pace soon and (non-cliché) plot twists will unravel in a few chapters. :)

Please leave a vote and your thoughts on this, it'd mean a lot. <3 xx

*Note: I know people hardly write journals anymore, but this story was written back in 2012 when we weren't as dependent on technology as we happen so be now, so y'know.