Tonight's Cloudy Sky (Niall Horan Fan Fiction)

A very wise man once said that- when it came to life- you never knew what you were going to get. It's a sort of philosophy for Amelia, who's experienced her fair share of downs and is currently waiting for the ups. And when they finally do come to her... well, what goes up must come back down.


3. London Is Calling

I sat there in shock.



All around me was chaos. Janessa was doing her little happy dance around the room, Ariel was practically bouncing off of the walls, Mattie was dramatically acting out how she was going to react when she saw Liam, and Meredith was running around with her arms over her head, screaming like a lunatic.

We were going to see One Direction.

I let it soak in. It seemed so surreal. As I continued to watch everyone freak out, I kept saying it in my head. There more I said it, the more unreal it sounded. But it was true. A couple of minutes ago, Meredith had thrown the tickets in the air as she jumped around merrily; I had picked them up and was now looking at them. We were going to see One Direction.

Holy Mother of all things holy.

We were going to see One Direction!

I jumped up from the couch, letting everything that was on my lap fall to the ground. As I clutched the five tickets in my hands, I ran over to Meredith and started screaming with her.

"MEREDITH WE ARE GOING TO SEE ONE DIRECTION IN CONCERT! I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!" I grabbed her hands and we danced together. I heard the music get louder and noticed Ryan come over and dance with Janessa. We danced and danced until we could barely breathe, when Meredith got the look in her eyes. She had a good idea.

She put her hand on my shoulder and shushed us all. We calmed down and looked intently at her. She said nothing for a while, and then she took a deep breath.

"IN BETWEENER'S DANCE- GO!" We knew what that meant. We all put our hands together and did the dance that we had all studies ages ago.

We giggled as we continued the dance for the rest of the song. About thirty seconds in, Ryan had gotten the hang of the dance and did it with us. Then, the song ended and we paused, listening intently for what the next one was.

An all too familiar beat filled our ears; we recognized it instantly and started bobbing our heads together as the rhythm picked up.

"It feels like we've been livin' in fast forward, another moment passing by.

The party’s ending but it’s now or never, nobody's going home tonight."

As soon as Harry starting singing, Janessa shrieked shrilly. She had the BIGGEST crush on Harry.

We all raised our hands and started jumping around in a little circle. We screamed with laughter as we ran into each other and tripped. When the chorus came, we could break off into our own dance, but when a boy's solo came, we would go back to our jumping circle.

Sadly, the song ended. We waited a moment for the next song as we breathed heavily, but it didn't come. I looked over to the CD player and saw my mom. She was leaning against the wall with the cord in her hand. She smiled at us as we flopped down on the ground, exhausted.

"I never got to say Happy Birthday, Amelia." I got up from the floor and went over to her. I wrapped her in a hug. "It seemed like yesterday we were in America and you were a little baby. But now you're eighteen and you're going to be leaving soon. I know you said that you weren't going to college-"

"Yeah, because we can't afford it!" I interrupted her. Mom placed her hand on my shoulder and raised her eyebrows. I muttered an apology and let her continue.

"I know you said you weren't going to college, but even since you were a little girl I have been saving up a bit of my pay checks for you to go off and do whatever you want. I had hoped that you would go off the college, but I think that you know what is best for you-" I interrupted her again, but this time with a hug and a shriek. She laughed and hugged me back. I stayed in her arms as I thought about my future. I was going to leave home soon, and mom would be alone with Ryan to take care of.

"Mom, I think you should keep the money. You need it more than I do; with me off, you've got one less way for money to come in. I'm sorry mom, but I can't accept this."

She looked me sternly in the eyes. "Look here, Amelia. I'm your mother. I have to take care of you, but you're going to be living somewhere else, and I can't take good care of you when you're gone. Don't think of this money as a birthday present. Think of it as a way of me to take care of my amazing daughter." She tucked a piece of my hair behind my ear and kissed me on the forehead.

I nodded slowly and gave her another hug, but this time, I remembered everything about her. They way she threw her head back when she laughed, they way she smelled like sunshine, how her eyes had crinkling around the edges to show that she has had a happy life. This was my mom, and one day she wouldn't be around to take care of me.

Mom squeezed me and then let me go. She handed me a debit card, which I presumed had the money attached to it. I took it gratefully and walked over to my friends. They were sitting on the floor still, discussing who they would put with whom in the event of meeting One Direction.

"I would like Harry!" Janessa voiced in her sweet voice.

"I swear, if any of you touch Louis, I'll cut your hands off!" Meredith pronounced loudly.

"Zayn is mine!" Ariel help up her phone to show a picture of Zayn as her lock screen.

"Daddy Direction, please!" Mattie laughed.

I sat down between Ariel and Meredith, smiling at their conversation. Meredith pocked me in the ribs with her elbow. "Don't worry; we know you are in luuuuuurv with Niall. He's all yours!"

Ariel tossed me my new phone and I pressed the unlock button. The screen came to life and I saw picture of Niall sticking his tongue out. Under it, there was a caption- "99. Niall loves green eyes." I blushed, giving the fact that I had green eyes.

"Il est sexy, non?" Meredith asked suggestively while wiggling her eyebrows.

Janessa shrieked, stopping us all immediately. I looked over to her; she was holding the five tickets.

"Oh my goodness!" She looked up at us. "The concert is in a week, and we still have to go shopping and move to London!" The other girls gasped and started tapping away on their phones, presumably making plans.

I help my hand up. "Whoa, whoa, whoa! You guys are moving to London with me?!"

They stared at me with the Amelia Face.

"Seriously, Amelia? We're like inseparable! If one girl moves, we all move!" Ariel proclaimed. The others cheered and jumped up. I stared up at them in disbelief. I was going to move to London. By the end of the week. With my four best friends. And then we were going to go see One Direction.

They continued to cheer and discuss where they wanted to live. I looked around for mom and Ryan and found them in the kitchen. I got up and stood in the doorway, watching them cook my favorite breakfast- hash browns and French toast with a whole lot of syrup. Ryan looked over to the girls and noticed me standing here. He smiled and beckoned me over to him.

I made a goofy face at him and waltzed towards him. His laugh was so much like moms; his head lifted back and his mouth fell open, letting out howls of laughter. I rested my elbows on the counter and observed him as he dunked the bread in the batter for the French toast. Mom was behind him cooking the hash browns.

"So, I hear that you're moving." He doesn't look at me when he says it, and I can hear the sadness in his voice. As he looks down, his light blond hair rests over his eyes. I've been at him for weeks to get a haircut, but he insisted that shaggy hair was cool. I reached over and brushed his hair back to reveal his pale forehead and teary eyes.

"Aww, Ryan! Don't cry! I'll come home every chance I get! I'll get a good job, maybe go to college, and I'll get you something nice. Heck, maybe you can come visit me in London. Wouldn't that be fun?" He nodded slightly and sniffed. He was only 11, and it broke my heart to leave him. He wipes his hands on his jeans and wraps me in a hug. His arms stretch around my waist and he squeezes tightly. I rub his back and rest my chin on his hair. I bent my neck down and whispered in his ear, "You know, I don't have to go. I can stay here with you."

Suddenly, he step back, shaking his head. "No. You need to go. This is good for you. I don't want you to go, but you don't deserve to be stuck in a little apartment like this. You are going to be famous one day, Amy." The way he said his nickname for me melted my heart.

I reached over and ran my fingers through his hair again. "You know, for a little man, you're pretty smart."

He shrugged and a smile threatened to show. "I do what I can."

I laugh and playfully shove him, ordering him to continue with my breakfast. I stroll cautiously over to mom, scared that she'll break down again. She is staring dreamily at the pan as she lowly moves the spatula around. I rest my hand on her shoulder and she jumps slightly before turning to smile at me. I wrap one arm around her waist and she sighs heavily.

"I'm going to miss you, mom. This is all so sudden. I can't believe I'm moving out in less than a week!"

She turned off the stove and moved the pan out of the way. She enveloped me in yet another hug. "Amelia, words cannot describe how proud I am to call you my daughter. Even in our situation, you have graduated school with amazing grades, you help take care of Ryan, you have a part time job, and a social life to top it off! You are a spectacular girl and you are going to go to amazing places. I will support you doing whatever you want." Mom gave me a quick peck on the cheek and let me go.

I smiled and walked back to the living room to find the girls. When I didn't see them there, I presumed that they were in my room. I walked down the small hallway and entered my bedroom. It was small with two beds, one for me and one for Ryan. His side was furthest from the door and was covered in boy stuff- posters of sports players, toy cars, and sticks that he had collected. My side was plastered with One Direction posters and books were scattered everywhere.

The girls were surrounding my bed, not daring to go on Ryan's side. Meredith was going through my closet and bringing my clothes out. She laid them neatly in a suitcase that already had half of my belongings in it. Janessa was collecting all of my stuff from my bookcase and putting in safely in a cardboard box. Ariel and Mattie were taking down my posters with the up-most care, making sure not to rip any.

As I watched them pack my things, I lazily sat on my unmade bed. I looked at my phone and stared at the wallpaper of Niall. I sighed, not being able to believe that my time at home was about to end.

Noticing my distress, Meredith comes over to sit next to me. She plunks herself down next to me- rather ungracefully, might I add- and snatched the phone from me.

She places it to her ear. "Hello? Who is this." She scrunches her eyebrows and holds up one finger in front of my face. 'One moment,' she mouths to me.

I laugh silently as she pretends to talk to someone on the phone.

"OH REALLY?" She yells into the phone. "IS THAT SO? HUH, I'LL TELL HER."

She places her hand over the mouthpiece and leans over to me, smiling. "London is calling, Amelia."


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