Retracing Blue Eyes (Niall Horan Fan Fiction)

A One Direction fan fiction! Monica has suffered a terrible concussion and has lost the last two years of her memory, including anything about her boyfriend, Niall Horan. The two of them struggle together to try and retrace their love story, and Niall has to make Monica fall in love with him all over again. Will she give up? Or will she try to live out the rest of their relationship in a confused state?


8. Chapter 8

            Everything that I did was a mistake... I’m a clumsy, mess-up. Yet Niall seems to not even care- it doesn’t faze him. For example, just now he made me a fantastic chocolate milkshake; but I dropped it after the first sip. I am such a klutz, why does he bother with me? He should know by now that I’m not going to change so much.

            “Here,” Niall handed Monica his milkshake to hold as he wiped up the mess on the floor that she had made. Tears threatened to spill out of her eyes.

“I’m so sorry Niall... it was an accident.” Niall just chuckled.

“I know, you’ve said that four times now.”

“I just feel really bad that you went through all that trouble to make me a milkshake and here I go and drop it right away.

“It’s no problem, really,” he sat back up on the couch next to her. “We can share mine.” A grin crossed Niall’s face as he placed a second straw into the large cup. Monica smiled, feeling a bit better from her own misfortune. The pair sat happily, sipping away at the drink as the television flickered in front of them.

“Can we do something today Niall?” He gave her an odd look.

“Like what?”

“Well, I haven’t even really left the property since I was in the hospital. Now I think you should drag my sorry butt out of here so that we can do something interesting.” Niall thought for a moment.

“Are you okay to walk?”

“Not much... but a little.” Monica said with a sigh; her leg was still sore, but she dared not let Niall know exactly how much it pained her to walk still. She didn’t want to come across as a wimp and a klutz.

“Then I think I might just know the place.” Monica stood up tenderly, but felt herself falling over. She instinctively grabbed Niall’s hand and balanced herself. He whipped around in confusion. “I thought you said that you were okay to walk.”

“I... am?” She gave him an innocent smile; he just sighed but couldn’t help and smile back. He held her hand tenderly as they walked outside.

“Where are we going?”

“You’ll see, but we have to walk there.” Monica’s face slumped; she didn’t know if she could make it that far- wherever it was. She still clutched his hand as a lifeline in case her ankle gave way. The two of them walked in silence for the first block or two, taking every step slowly. Monica never understood why he was being so patient with her... it didn’t make any sense.

With a flurry of arms, Monica’s ankle collapsed and she fell forward. Before she hit the ground Niall had slung his extra arm under her waist, while the other one still grasped her palm.

“Are you okay?” He said standing her upright and checking her bandaged foot.

“I-I’m fine,” She answered hesitantly.

“You shouldn’t lie princess.” Monica’s eyes lit up at the mention of being called a princess. “Come on, I guess there’s only one thing left to do.”

“What’s that?” Before Niall could answer, Monica was being lifted in the air as she clung gratefully to his back.

“I’ll just have to carry you.” She was glad that Niall was giving her a piggy-back ride; this way he couldn’t see how much she was smiling.

Monica began humming different tunes as the pair trudged along the sidewalk. Niall turned down a path through the local park, listening carefully to every note that she hummed. One song he began to recognize, and started to hum with her. She stopped for a brief second, as if she was trying to understand what he was doing, but continued on. There was one thing Monica had learned this day: never underestimate the boy with the blue eyes.

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