Fall: A Niall Horan FanFiction

Abby O'Callaghan is an 18 year old Manhattan girl who just happened to strike up a friendship with the one and only Niall Horan of One Direction over twitter. She and her best friend Anna finallly meet Niall and the boys at One Direction's New York show, and strike up an immediate friendship. They become progressively closer and closer, especially since Abby and Anna are moving to London to go to University. As both Abby and Niall realize their feelings for each other and a relationship blossoms, the past that has haunted Abby her whole life comes into play. Will Abby be able to reveal her past to Niall and put it behind her? Or is she damaged beyond repair?

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6. Chapter Six


 

Chapter Six


 

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Niall’s POV


 

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I was woken up by the sound of my phone vibrating on the nightstand next to me. It was 10:30 here in New York. I saw that Abby had texted me, saying that she was in her building’s garage and to come down there and get her before we all go up to her apartment. She also sent the address of her building in SoHo. I groaned and got out of bed and took a shower. I had just gotten out, dried my hair, and gotten dressed in my American flag vest with shorts and a snapback when the boys burst through my door.


 

“Hey lads what’s the craic?” I asked.


 

“Time to goo!!!” Louis yelled at me. He did know I was like a meter away from him, right?


 

“But I haven’t eaten yet!” I protested, my stomach growling.


 

“I’m sure Abby has food. Now c’mon we gotta go!” Liam said. I grabbed my phone and a change of clothes, just as the others had already done since we were sleeping over. I followed them out the door and down to the hotel lobby. Paul was waiting for us there, but said the fans were too crazy for us to go out the front entrance, so we snuck out through the back. We piled into the black van that was waiting for us, and Paul drove us to Abby’s apartment building in SoHo.


 

“Call me if you lads need anything. Are you sure you don’t want me to come up?” Paul said as we were about to get out.


 

“We’re good Paul, but you’re a legend!” Louis answered, before shutting the door behind us. We rushed to the building and Paul drove away. The doorman was expecting us and let us right in. We got in the fancy elevator and traveled down the garage, only one floor’s traveling. I was glad; I was claustrophobic and not a fan of tight spaces. I stepped out as soon as the doors opened, as did the lads behind me. We looked around.


 

“Do you know where she is?” Harry asked.


 

It literally didn’t look like anyone was in the garage. There were fancy and expensive cars, but no humans. I glanced around at the cars, and wondered why Abby was down here anyway.


 

“Maybe she’s pranking us again?” Louis suggested, causing us all to look around more thoroughly.


 

“Oh, the prankster doesn’t like being the pranked? Besides, she wouldn’t do anything without her partner in crime.” Harry joked. Before Louis could shoot a comment back at our curly haired friend, Zayn shushed us all.


 

“Don’t shush me!” Louis protested.


 

“Wait! Listen!” Zayn said, shushing him again. Everyone, even Louis, went silent and I started to hear the heavenly sound of somebody singing.


 

Who is that? Is that Abby?” Liam asked. Heading toward the sound, we kept completely silent and drank in the delicious sound of the person’s voice. We turned a corner and saw Abby, who was lying on the hood of a red Porsche with her back against the windshield of the sports car. I would say she looked like a supermodel, but supermodels are perfect, whereas Abby wasn’t. She was better than a supermodel because she wasn’t fake. Our gorgeous friend had headphones on and her eyes were closed. Knowing she wouldn’t be able to hear us because of the music, we looked at each other in surprise.


 

“She sounds like what the lovechild of Alicia Keys and Beyonce would.” Liam whispered. “Even though that wouldn’t be possible…” He added. We agreed.


 

“Did Abby ever tell you she could sing?” Harry looked at me.


 

“She mentioned she liked to, but that she didn’t like singing in front of people because she said she sounded like a dying sea lion.” I was unable to take my eyes off her, and listened intently to the song she was singing. It was “Fix You” by Coldplay. Holy shit. She sang it perfectly, every note completely mastered. Everyone just stood there watching Abby and listening as the song finished up. She must’ve sensed she was being intently stared at by five boys because when the song ended she opened her stunning blue eyes and looked over. The ginger immediately jumped off the hood of the red sports car. She took the Beats headphones off and walked toward us.


 

“You guys didn’t hear any of that, did you?” Abby questioned, her cheeks reddening with embarrassment. She ran a hand through her messy hair. “I just figured that since no one else was down here that I’d sing ‘cause I was alone and I like to…” she rambled.


 

I interrupted her. “You’re really good, holy shit! Really good craic.”


 

“Okay, two things. One, honestly, did you hear me? Not good. Two, what does craic mean? You say it like a lot and I have no clue what it means!” The ginger answered.


 

“It means like fun stuff, news, it’s just something we say in Ireland.” I explained.


 

“Then why did you say it in that context…?” She raised an eyebrow, and I shrugged. I really didn’t know what else to say at the time. I swear this girl is going to drive me crazy.


 

“Um, Abby? You’re, like… really…good. Yeah.” Harry said, slowly as usual.


 

She laughed, looking uncomfortable with our attention on her. “You’re sweet, Harry. All you guys are, but I don’t need to be patronized. Why don’t we go upstairs?” The blue-eyed girl tried to change the subject, and walked back over to the Porsche, where she had left her iPhone and headphones.


 

“Babe, who told you you weren’t good?” Zayn asked, always seeing something in people the rest of us didn’t.


 

“My Mom…” Abby turned away from us, but not before a look of pain and stress and sadness clouded her features for just a moment.


 

“Well she lied to you. Massively.” Liam commented.


 

“Well thanks guys.” She offered a small smile. Harry then changed the subject, and she and him got to talking about what we found out was her own 2010 Porsche Cayman. Her Aunt had given it to her for her sixteenth birthday, and you could tell that car was like her baby. She was even having it shipped to London in a few days so that it would be there by the time she arrived. We also found out that the two Range Rovers that were parked on either side of the sports car, one brown and one black, were her Aunt’s, but that they were getting rid of the black one because her Aunt had no use for two Range Rovers since Abby would be gone.


 

Louis cut into the conversation: “Hate to break up all this car talk, but CANWEPLEASEGOUPNOW?!” The last part came out as one big word. We followed him back the elevator and out of the garage. Abby put a key into the elevator and turned it, explaining how it would only go up to the penthouse she lived in if you used that key to make the elevator go up there. She apologized ahead of time for the state of the place, and said that she’d forgotten to clean up from her breakfast. My stomach growled. I swear, if I don’t get some food soon I will eat Harry’s arm.


 

The lads and I dropped our things at the door and followed Abby into the kitchen when we got in to the flat.


 

“Damn, did Niall already have breakfast here this morning?” Louis asked as he looked over the remnants of our friend’s breakfast. I want food.


 

“I eat a lot, I know!” She giggled, rushing around to clean everything up. Liam picked up dishes and loaded them into her dishwasher to help Abby out some.


 

“Thanks Li, you’re a gem.” She smiled. “You boys wan some tea? I know you Brits and Irishmen like your tea.”


 

We nodded and chose the kinds we wanted from a cupboard that was literally filled with all kinds of teas from all over the world. Abby explained that she only drank Irish Breakfast tea, but that her Aunt really liked tea and that was why there was so much of it.


 

“Yorkshire!” Louis yelled in excitement. Abby laughed. She literally laughed at everything. She just seemed like one of those carefree people who were always happy, kind of like me. That laugh of hers was something; very melodious and contagious, and also one of the funniest sounding laughs you’ve ever heard in your life. The six of us got two kettles out so that we could get our tea faster, and after putting Liam and Louis’ tea on, the ginger turned to me.


 

“Niall, you look hungry. Have you eaten?” She asked. I shook my head. Finally, someone could see that I was dying from being so fucking hungry. I bounced in place, morning energy making me kind of hyper. “Lemme make you something,” She continued, “Here, eat some cereal in the meantime.” The redhead grabbed several cereal boxes and slid them across the island in the middle of the kitchen to me. I began shoving my face full of corn flakes. She started making me some breakfast, but not before offering to make something for the other lads too, but they didn’t want anything except for Liam, who asked for an apple. Abby told him to go to the refrigerator, which we learned was filled with tons of kinds of fruit and healthy food. The lads went into the lounge then, and I stayed with my friend in the kitchen. I sat on the island’s counter, swinging my legs back and forth and drinking my tea and eating more cereal out of the box.


 

“Need any help?” I asked as she stood at the stove. I hadn’t noticed how tall she was. She was barefoot, but was just as tall as Harry is. “What’r’ya makin’?”


 

“Nah, I’m fine, but thanks. I ‘m makin’ a three egg omelet for you with some bacon on the side.” She answered flipping the omelet expertly and sipping some of her tea.


 

“Sounds great!” I said, grinning. The tall American leaned back against the counter next the next to the stove, her attention focused on my food that was nearly done. After a minute or two, Abby decided the meal was finished and took it off the stove and put it all onto a plate. It was a big breakfast; just the kind I like.


 

“This is amazing. So fucking good!” Is shoved the food in my mouth, moaning at the deliciousness. “This is so good! Thank you!” I added my mouth full of omelet.


 

“No one should ever be hungry! Here, have some more bacon.” The New Yorker handed me a plate with more strips of bacon on it, which had just been taken off the stove. I grinned at her, my mouth still full, which made her laugh. I could definitely get used to having her around all the time.


 

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Le update! Yay! So yeah, nothing much to say… Probably won’t update again until next week, but if I can update this again this week, I’ll try. I’ve got PSAT’s tomorrow and have been being murdered with homework from school, so the next update will probably be next week, which isn’t bad at all, at least I don’t think so. I try to make the chapters pretty long. Whatever. Story’s twtter with all the updates posted on it with outfits as well is still @AbbyOCallie , so follow and thanks for reading! Comment, fan, whatever else. :D xx

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