A better life - One direction

My life is a mess. My only reason to be here, is my brother.
Oh, by the way. My name is Tracy Evans. My life isn't that exiting.
Well, at least I thought so..


3. Flashback.

 Chapter 3.

Niall's P.O.V

As I walked home from Tracy's house, I couldn't stop smiling. I had a lovely time with her today. She's so sweet and caring. I'd never met anyone like her.

When I got back to my flat, I went straight to the kitchen. 'Couse, well.. I was hungry. But I couldn't find anything that I wanted to eat, so I decided to order pizza.

She was all over my mind. I couldn't think of anything else, but her. I've just met her, what's going on? What ever it was, it gave me the biggest lust to text her. Should I? Or would it be too.. Early? We saw each other like a-half hour ago. Yeah, it was too early. I decided to wait. But god, I missed her already.

While I ate my pizza, I decided to watch some tv. Maybe that would get my mind of her. Little did I know, that it would just make me thing even more about her.

As soon as I turned the tv on, the first thing I saw was a picture of me and Tracy walking hand in hand, on our way back to the park. I smiled a little by looking at our picture. I remembered the amazing feeling I got when her fingers interlocked with mine. It was like, they were made to fulfil the spaces between my fingers. My thoughts was interrupted by the tv host voice “Is this the charming Irish boy, Niall Horan's new flirt? Maybe even his new girlfriend?”

That made me smile even more. Were we actually dating? No, we couldn't be. We've only been on one single date, and I'm not even sure, if it was a proper one. But I didn't sound bad to me, you know. Her to call my girlfriend. I decided to text her, just to make sure she was okay. Or would it be better if I called her?


Tracy's P.O.V.


I was choked. That picture of me and Niall... Who took that? How did they even know we were out? I was kind of furious, but at the same time... I couldn't stop smiling. To see us holding hands. I remembered the feeling I got, when I felt his hand touch mine. Butterflies immediately started to go crazy in my stomach, just by thinking of that.

My phone suddenly started to buzz on the table.


“Hey, Trace – It's Niall!”

“Oh hey Niall, what's up?”

“Did you see the news in tv?”

“Yeah I did. I don't quite understand how they got that picture” I said.

“Probably some paparazzi. Maybe he was hiding, so we didn't noticed him”

“Yeah, I guess” “Well, I just thought I would call to check on you. You know, to see if you were ok?”

“Oh, don't worry – I'm fine! But thanks” I don't thing I sounded that convincing.

“That's good. Besides, I think we look cute” I could hear him smile through the phone, which also made me smile.

“We do, don't we?”

“Definitely.. So.. When can I see you again?” My heart immediately started racing.

“Well.. I don't know. I haven't got any plans for the rest of the week. You decide” I was glad he wasn't here to see my right now, 'couse my face was all red, and I was smiling like an idiot.

“Well, how about tomorrow then?” He asked.

“Sounds great! What time?”

“I was thinking around 7pm. But I'll text you tomorrow, ok?”

“Ok. I'll see you tomorrow, then”

“Sure. Bye, Trace”


And by that, we hung up. I could still hear his voice in my head. His sweet Irish accent was glued in my mind like .. You know. Glue. I leaned back in the couch with the biggest grin on my face. I went to see what Kyle was doing, but he wasn't anywhere to find.

“Kyle?” I yelled.

No answer.. That's weird. I started to get a little freaked out. Calm down, Trace. Maybe he's just out to get some ice cream, or something.. But he used to tell me if he went out.

I ran upstairs to check the bathroom. No luck.

He's never in his room, only to sleep. And the time was only 8:50. He shouldn't be sleeping now. But I decided to check his room, anyway.

I opened the door, and found Kyle laying on his bed, looking on something in his hands. He was crying.


He didn't respond. I went to sit on the edge of his bed, to see what he was looking at.

I felt a stingy pain in my chest when I took a look at the picture in his hands.

Mum. My beautiful mum. At the picture she was smiling. I remembered that day, the picture was taken so clear.


“Kyle! Don't play with the camera! You'll just brake it!” My mum said grabbing for the camera.

“Kyliieeeee it's my turn!” I begged.

“Both of you stop it! It's not a toy! Be careful!” My mum said strictly. But she couldn't help it but laugh a little.

“Mummy, I just want to take a picture of you!” Kyle begged.

“Ok, ok! But be careful” Mum giggled.

I got over to stand beside Kyle and waited for him to take the picture. Mum was sitting there, smiling. I just stood there, staring at my mum. I remember I was thinking 'When I grew up, I wanna look like my mummy' The sound of the camera going of came, and mum quickly snatched the camera out of Kyles hands.


I felt the tears stinging in my eyes. And to see Kyle cry, only made it all worse.

“You miss her, don't you?” I asked him.

“More than anything” he replied with a shaky voice.

“Me too” I whispered.

I laid down next to Kyle, and joined him looking at the picture. He immediately laid his one arm around my waist. I felt safe in his arms. I don't know what to do without him. He's all I got now.

I could almost hear my mothers voice 'Don't you worry babies, everything's gonna be okay. I'll always be with you, no matter what. I love you both so much, more than anything'

That was the last thing I ever heard her say. To see her, laying in that stupid hospital bed day after day, while the cancer was slowly raping her for strength, was killing me as much as it was killing her. I wish the cancer got cancer and died, so nobody would ever get it ever again.

Kyle and I, practically lived in the hospital for the six month my mum was there. We never left her side, only one at the time. If Kyle needed to go get some fresh clothes or something, I stayed by mummy's side, while he was gone. And so did Kyle, if I had to leave for some reason.

And then the day arrived. The day were the doctors came to tell me and Kyle that her time had come. I've never cried that much, as I did when I heard the doctors say, what I never wanted to hear.

When I got to her hospital room that day, and saw her laying there for the last time, I swear.. She had never looked so weak. Her hair had lost it's glance, her face had lost it's tone, and her eyes... They had lost hope. I could tell. Kyle and I spend the day by her sides in the hospital. Neither of us would want to miss the last day she was able to look at us, and speak to us.

Kyle and I both cried a lot that day, but mum would tell us every time we started to cry, that we shouldn't worry. 'Cause we would all see each other again some day. It wasn't a goodbye, it was a: I'll see you, she said. That was what hurt the most. Because, even though we might see her again some day in heaven, we would never see her again her on earth. And who knew how long it would take, for me and Kyle to die? I didn't want to die right now, but I assure you. It wasn't easy to live without my mum. It has never been, and will never be.

Her time was about to end, and that's when she said it... 'Don't worry babies, everything's gonna be okay. I'll always be with you, no matter what. I love you both so much, more than anything'

Kyle and I both cried, and we both kept on telling her that we loved her, and would never forget her.

And that's when she closed her eyes, for the last time.

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