Homeless

Megan O'Brian was just 10 years old when she ran away from her home, 3 years later she is living on the streets of London

Life seemed easy for Megan as she would collect tins to sell so she had money for food, she had dreams of living in a loving home one day but that dream to her felt so unrealistic

One night after walking home, she stumbles across a drunk man who happens to be the famous Niall Horan from One Direction

That's when her life began to change
*Warning does contain strong language*

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2. 'What is it with you and staring?'

Megan’s POV

I could tell from his accent he was Irish, he looked at me as if he was waiting for something to say.

“What?” I blurted out, sounding slightly rude.

“Do you not know I am?” He asked, my eyebrows knitted together as I tried to think if I had seen him from somewhere.

“Umm no, should I?” I questioned, bringing the soup near my face for warmth.

“Ever heard of One Direction” he chuckled.

“No, what’s that?” I had no idea what a or who was ‘One Direction’. His eyes widen in shock – did I do something wrong? His shock expression soon turned into a relaxed one as he merely laughed.

“You’re the first person I’ve ever come across to not know who One Direction is” he said, he took the blanket away from his cut and checked the blood on it. “Sorry about your blanket”

“It’s fine” I said, I was going to have to wash it as I didn’t want to sleep in my blanket with someone else’s blood on it. “So tell me about One Direction”

“Well 15 years ago I was put into a band with 4 other lads called One Direction, since then we have gone international. We were very lucky to travel the world and perform in front of fans” he proudly announced, I would have loved to have travelled the world just like they did.

“Wow, is the band still together?” I asked, curiously as I was hooked into the conversation.

“Yeah we are still together, we will always be as close as brothers but we decided to take a 3 year break as the others wanted to concentrate on their own families” he informed me, I encouraged him to put the blanket back on his head as we needed the bleeding to stop.

“Do you have your own family?” I asked, I saw him sign heavily before looking at me.

“No, I did have a girlfriend for 3 years but we broke up 4 months ago. She told me she couldn’t cope with the distance as she was from America so we both agreed to part ways” I could see how much he did love her and it was heart breaking to see a man so distraught.

“I’m sorry” I said, sympathetically. He glanced at me and gave me a small smile.

“Thanks” I placed my soup on the other side of me; I knelt onto my knees and took the blanket away to examine the cut.

“It’s looking better, when you get home just keep it clean and apply a strips onto them” I informed him, he nodded his head to confirm. “You got anyone you can call to get you home?”

“I’ll ring Liam” he told himself, he reached into his jean pocket and pulled out a very expensive looking phone. He tapped away on the screen before bringing the phone to his ear.

“Hi Liam” Niall started to speak; he didn’t sound so drunk anymore. “Can I ask you come and pick me up?”

There was an awkward silent as I sat there watching him on the phone.

“Sorry man, I just needed to clear my head…I’m on Parkman’s street….Okay thank you” and with that he hung up and slipped the phone back into his pocket.

“You’ve got a lift?” I questioned him.

“Yeah, he’ll be here in 2 minutes” Niall confirmed to me.

“Good” I simply said, I took the soup back into my hands and began to sip on the hot liquid. I could see out the corner of my eye Niall watching me, intently.

“What is it with you and staring?” I laughed; Niall threw his head back laughing.

“Sorry, I don’t mean to but I was just curious about you” he said, I stopped drinking my soup and turned to him.

“There’s nothing interesting about me” I truthfully spoke.

“How old are you?”

“13, you?”

“32 but why is a 13 year old girl on the streets at this time of night?” he asked me, I nervously looked down and twiddled my fingers.

“I was making my way back to my umm” I couldn’t exactly call it a home; it was just a spot under the bridge. “It doesn’t matter”

“No tell me, I’ve told you about me now I want to hear about you” Niall spoke; I finally glanced at him and let out a deep breath.

“Well I live under a bridge, I don’t have a home” I admitted to him, I heard a gasp escape his lips and I saw his eyes widen.

“But your 13? Your homeless?” he asked, looking gobsmacked.

“Yeah well I ran away from my mum 3 years ago, she never looked after me and I didn’t want to go into foster care so I ran. Lived homeless from then on” I told him, he kept looking more surprised as I told him.

“But…your only a child” he said, I giggled.

“Technically I’m a teenager” I smirked; he rolled his eyes and chuckled.

“Okay then teenager but you shouldn’t be this young on the streets, you have no one responsible adult to look after you” he spoke, I gave him a sigh.

“I can look after myself, I find tins to sell for money to buy me the soup I eat every day, and I have a blanket to keep me warm at night. I’m responsible enough to look after myself” I said, he shook his head in dismay.

“You work at just 13 and you can look after yourself? I thought I had problems but…you” he tsk as he looked in disbelief.

“You don’t have to feel sorry for me” I admitted to him, I didn’t need him feeling guilty.

“But you’re on your own with no adult around to support you…why don’t you stay with me?” he suddenly blurted out, I sat there laughing in front of him.

“What? You’re joking right?” I carried on laughing, my laughter then died away as he looked deadly serious.

“No I’m not; I can’t have an innocent girl like you on the streets. You can stay at mine and we can look into someone adopting you” he said.

“Niall, as much as I appreciate the offer I can’t” I sighed.

“Why not? I can give you a house to stay in and you can get yourself off the streets?”

“But-“ I was about to protest when I heard Niall’s phone ring from inside his pocket.

“Liam?...Your here?...Okay I’m now going to come out of the alleyway and I have someone with me…I’ll explain when I see you” Niall smiled as he tucked his phone away again.

He slowly tried to stand up, me trying to support him as
he did. He adjusted his clothes and looked at me.

“Come on Megan, you can see one of my band mates” he smiled, cheerily. He took hold of my hand and pulled me out of the alleyway, I still didn’t feel right about going to stay with him.

Once we came out of the dark alleyway, I saw a man about the same age as Niall with brown hair standing outside his expensive looking car.

“Leeyum” he sang as he walked over to hug his band mate, I could see Niall didn’t need me staying with him. I would be a burden on him, he had a family already even if he didn’t know it.

I slowly backed away into the alleyway and made a run for it back to the bridge, I could hear Niall shouting my name but I ignored him.

I hope Niall will forget about me so we can just both move on with our own separate lives.

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