Lucky, unlucky, forget me <3


First off, all the stuff in this fanfic is a characters point of view, not my own, so im not saying i think Niall needs to try harder to fix his teeth, or that none of them have manners, its just the characters first judgement. I dont think any of that, i love them for who they are, and im not a directionATOR, im a directionER, this is simply just a character, and if im honest, it was really hard to say that about them, because its not true!
This is a story about a girl, and Niall, Niall and a girl. Except this girl is no ordinary girl, she is his brother. His unwelcome, unloved, lonley brother. She thinks she's going to be like that forever, until one train ticket to London, and a bump into a stranger on the streets changes everything... Summer, here we come...:D


29. Are you okay?



‘You kissed me?’ I whispered with doubt. Maybe I’d just imagined it happening and had magically snapped out of the thought when it was over.

‘Yeah?’ he replied. That was no vision.

‘Why?’ I asked. He rested his forehead on mine, smiled, then kissed me again.



‘Are you sure you’re okay Zayn?’ I asked while Louis drove us home. Alex was still asleep, and the hospital had called, informing us that Zayn had been discharged. I decided to leave her in bed and make it a surprise for when she woke up.

‘I’m fine!’ he insisted.

‘If you say so’ I sang.

‘I’m fine, honest’ he laughed, patting my shoulder.


When we finally got home, I locked the car up as Eleanor and Louis were off to go get a smoothie with Danielle and Liam at the local smoothie bar and they were all waiting for him outside the door. Zayn went inside while I fiddled with the car keys.

I didn’t mean to, but me and my lcumsey hands dropped the cars and they went just near my foot luckily. As I crouched down to get them, my mind went fuzzy and I saw something in one eye. The other just went black.

It was happening again.

But they said they’d got rid of it.

They said it was impossible for me to get this again.

I saw a man at the end of the street. He had on one had an axe, and in the other a rose. This mans face couldn’t be seen, and he was dressed in a long black cloak that swept around his feet in the wind and fly everywhere. He stood lifeless, with no emotion in his body language. As if he was, well dead.  

The man suddenly dropped to the floor, and the body underneath the clothing disintegrated.

That’s when I snapped out of it. Zayn was stood behind me, tapping my shoulder lightly and saying my name.

‘Wh-what?’ I stuttered, shaking my head.

‘Are you okay?’ he asked. He’d obviously seen me staring into space, or in my case, the future…

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