Little Bird [A Niall Horan Fanfiction]

Prologue

I've been living with the boys for about 6 months now. The fans have finally accepted the facts that I'm not staying with the boys because I want their money, which I don't, that I'm not dating any of them, and that I'm not going to hurt any of them any time soon.

I'M SO SORRY! I forgot to introduce myself!!

My name is Phoenix. It used to be Phoenix Heart, but I lost the right to use that name when I was disowned by my family, or ex-family as I like to call them, when I was 10 years old. They had stuck me on a one-way flight to London with a few dollars and went on their merry way. That was 7 years ago, I'm 17 if you're too lazy to do the math.

I'm 4'11, 75 pounds (When I was first weighed, Niall and Liam all but forced me to eat whenever we had the chance), I have silver hair with natural red streaks that falls to my waist, and my eyes are a warm gold.

You want me to tell you the story of how I met the boys, right? WELL TOOOOOOOO BAAAAD!!!!!!! THAT IS MY STORY!!!!

LOLOLOL Just kidding, I'm not that cruel.

Well, when the boys found me, more specifically Niall, I had obviously been living on the streets for 7 years on the freezing streets of London.

Now, before I get UBER into this story, I should tell you.... I'm not a normal teenage girl. Would you believe me if I said that I could transform into a Phoenix at will? Yeah, I wouldn't believe me either, but I can. If you don't believe me, I understand, but I shall kindly ask you to stop reading before I rip our your eyeballs and give them to Harry. If you believe me, CONGRADULATIONS!!!! You are allowed to keep reading!

Anyway, my whole ex-family can transform into one animal, and for some stupid reason, we are named after them. My brother is Lyon Heart, who is the next head of family when my father dies, my sister is Bunny Heart, my mother is Swan, and my father is Tiger. Believe it or not... I have a cousin named Monkey, but I would call him Mo. I was Phoenix heart, buuuut now its juuuust Phoenix :p

ON WIFFFF DAH STOREEEHHH!!!!!!

I had been resting in the alley, it was actually pretty warm that day, malnutrition and dehydration were starting to get to me after days of not being able to eat. Just a few days earlier, I had learned the famous boy band One Direction was returning to London, and TODAY OH GLORIOUS DAY was the day they were coming back.

So, I had made myself the challenge of avoiding the fangirls all day, seeing as their constant shouts were already heard by my sensitive ears and causing a splitting migraine. Even if I had the strength to get up, I wouldn't have been able to steal food, there were to many people/fangirls around. 

So, here I was, slipping into unconciousness in the middle of an alleyway when I see a car stop in front of the alley and a pair of Supras walk towards me before my vision went black.

You know that feeling like you're being watched while you're sleeping and you wake up? I was getting that while I was waking up. when I opened my eyes, they were met with 5 pairs of somehow familiar eyes. What the hell? I didn't know anyone in London, let alone think they were familiar!

I stared back at them in confusion, "Who are you?" I tried to ask, but it just sent me into a coughing fit because I hadn't talked for so long. I unconciously curled up on my side and continued the coughing fit. I jumped when I felt someone help me sit up and start rubbing my back. Someone ran out of the room, then run back in. Thank the animal spirits! Someone had brought me a glass of water. Someone brought the cup to my lips, but it didn't work very well because I almost choked on it.

Once I had calmed down, I slumped forward, unable to hold myself up. Luckily, someone caught me, "Woah!" I heard him exclaim.

"Nice catch, Niall!" Someone said. I had to suppress the urge to either smack whoever said that in the back of the head, or set them on fire. The voice did sound very familiar, though. This was going to nag at me until I figured it out....

"Who are you?" I asked slowly, my throat was raw now and the fact that, yeah, I haven't talked in awhile. The blond one answered me. I think he was the one that was rubbing my back. SERIOUSLY??? WHY ARE THEY SO FREAKING FAMILIAR??

"I'm Niall. This is Harry," The curly haired boy with green eyes, "Liam," The one with buzzed hair and brown eyes, "Louis," The mischevous looking one with blue eyes, "And Zayn." The tan one with black hair and hazel eyes," What's your name, love?" Niall asked.

"Phoenix." I answered, feeling awkward under their gazes.

"Why were you in the alley? Won't your parents be worried about you? You look kind of young to be on the streets." He asked, concerned.

"Living, no parents aren't worried about me. I'm 17." I said, monotone voice. Looks of shock crossed over their faces. Don't worry, I'm used to being called tiny.

"Why wouldn't your parents be worried about you?" Zayn asked like it was the simplest thing in the world.

"I'm disowned." I said.

"And obviously from America." Louis said.

"They stuck me on a one-way flight to London and left." I explained through a tightening throat.

They looked at me with concerned eyes, Suddenly, it hit me why these boys looked so familiar. my eyes lit up, "You're One Direction, aren't you?" I asked, my voice squeaking.

I saw them tense, "I'm not a fangirl." I answered with a small smile. They visibly relaxed.

"So why did your parents disown you?" Liam asked, sitting down next to me.

As the memory of my parents kicking me out surfaced, tears flooded my eyes, "I'm different from them." I said, my voice shaking.

"How?" He asked, genuinly concerned. I realized they all were concerned for me. A stranger they literally picked up off the streets. 

My body started shaking badly as I tried to supress the memory of the whippings I had recieved as punishment for my existance. The scars had thankfully faded, though. I suceed after a minute, but then find the energy to curl my legs into my chest. I felt so much smaller than I already did, like a tiny child.

A few minutes later, I calmed down and the boys forced me into the shower. Niall even gave me a pair of sweats and a T-shirt to wear until they got me new clothes.    

(http://www.polyvore.com/prologue_clothes/set?id=65396029)

While I was in the shower, I heard them talk about me actually living with them, they even called their management, who said yes.

That was my answer, too:)