Strange Kinda Love

this story inst mine but its really good.-------This is the story of Nadia Cowell. You’ve probably heard of her since she was once a famous model, she is daughter of the one and only Simon Cowell and is Louis Tomlinson’s bestfriend. When Louis auditions for the X Factor, well let’s just say things get a little… Complicated.


26. Epilogue



A few days later after the night that destroyed the friends and family of Nadia Cowell, the five boys were sauntering their way up the steps of the funeral home, puffy eyed and runny noses from all the sobbing they’ve done the past few days.  It was still hard to believe how life could just take someone away in the blink of an eye.  They were bombarded by paparazzi’s waiting outside the doors, trying to get a picture of them, but none of the boys even paid one spec of attention to them, as if they were all in their own little worlds.  Niall Horan sobbed loud and hard the entire way through the funeral and couldn’t even finish the eulogy because nobody could understand a word of what the poor boy was saying.  Liam wrapped his arms around the smaller boy’s shoulders and carried him off the stage.  The funeral was decorated in purple lilies, just how she asked.  Niall finally understood what it was like to lose a loved one.


(5 months later)

“So what have you brought to read to us?” the interviewer asked me.

I smiled, “I was rummaging through some boxes from my old flat and came across this piece of paper and I was hoping to read it to you?” The interviewer nodded her head, wide eyed and I stood up to share my story.

“The chances of you reading this ivery slim, but I guess I’d better rethink it because you are at this moment,” I smiled as I continued to read, “Have you ever been in love? Because I’m pretty sure I am and I’m hoping you can reflect on my feelings and sentiments so I don’t sound like a git and might be able to understand because truthfully; I don’t.  Which I know makes entirely no sense, but I’m going to go with it.  I fell in love with my best mate’s best friend.  I know you’re probably thinking much less of me, but hear me out.  The definition of perfection in the dictionary is one without flaws.  To me, that is very degrading and selfless.  So I Googled it and found a better one; perfection is the act of being perfect judged by oneself or another being.  Personally, I prefer the second one and to me, it describes perfectly (pun intended) the girl (I think) I’m in love with.  The definition of love varies.  You can love someone sexually, like all you want is to get in there pants kind of way, you can love them as a best mate, or you can love passionately.  And in my case, I’m in between loving as a best friend and passionately.  When I’m around this girl, I get a bubbly, tingly feeling in the pit of my gut and when we just lounge on the couch, just us two, I feel whole.  Not like the feeling you get after you eat 4 servings of your mum’s dinner at Christmas, but the feeling of (what I’m guessing) is love.  My eyes sparkle a little brighter, my heart beats a little faster and my skin and bones feel a little warmer when I’m around this girl.

I feel at home.

This is all I can describe to you without launching myself into a book just on this girl’s smile, so I’ll spare you the details.  I hope you understand what kind of position I am in because honestly, it’s the best feeling in the entire world and everyone deserves a chance to feel it.”

The crowd wiped the tears out of their eyes and stood up to give her an appreciative, sensitive round of applause. 

“God you’ve got me crying here,” the interviewer laughed, wiping away the tears from her eyes, “So this was Niall’s entry to your 10 day challenge contest?” Nadia nodded, “So how have you two been ever since then and what’s this big surgery I’ve heard about?”

Nadia laughed, “Well first off, we’ve had a hard two months.  The day before my birthday so the last day of the 10 day challenge I left the 5 boys, Louis’s girlfriend Eleanor, Alex, my dad and George each a letter, telling them my last goodbyes thinking that I wouldn’t be here the next day.  The reason behind the whole 10 day challenge was to accomplish everything I wanted to do in life because I was to have a heart transplant that night before my birthday and I had a 10% of living, so I made the 10 day challenge, telling Alex about the surgery, just not when of course.  So I head off to the hospital during my party and miraculously, I awoke 4 days later in a body bag.  Everyone had already received the news that I was dead, so I called them all and they rushed over, except the boys because Niall’s aunt had died and they were at her funeral,” Nadia explained, “I left the hospital in a wheelchair and did the first couple of shows for my tour in Aussie in the bloody thing, but everything turned out okay!”

The interviewer’s mouth hung open wide, “Jesus Christ woman! I have to ask, what were everyone’s reactions?”

Nadia laughed, “Let’s say they were very… surprising.”


My eyes flew open to see I was surrounded by darkness.

Holy shit I’m blind, was my first thought but then I moved my head up slowly to see the rest of my body, so I was good.  I desperately needed a drink of water since it feels like the fucking Sahara desert in my throat and my body was in complete agony.  I felt like someone had just shot me in the heart 7 times, stabbed me a little bit then run over me with a massive cheese greater and left me for dead.

Wait wait wait, back the fuck up.

I took a big, loud breath and exhale.

… I’m alive?

“Help… somebody help me,” I croaked softly.  Oh Nadia, that was just pitiful, I thought, but my throat was on fire and that was the best I could do.  I heard movement and it felt as if I was moving.

“Help,” I croaked louder, “Someone help me.” I stopped moving at once and obviously I was in some kind of bag because it was being opened from the outside.  Someone looked inside, screamed and then I was moving again, I’m guessing into a vacant room.  I was stopped again and the person above me looked over again.

“You’re alive?” He gasped, tears running down his face.

“Water,” I whispered.  He rushed away for a few seconds, came back and put the plastic cup up to my mouth, letting the cold, wet water drip down my throat.

“Thanks,” I said, my voice cracking a bit, “What happened?”

“Nadia, your heart stopped over an hour ago and was pronounced dead.”

My eyes widened, “Jesus that’s hardcore.  Is my family still here?”

The doctor shook his head, “They left once they heard the news.”

“Can I borrow your phone then please? And could you get me out of this bag maybe?” I asked, laughing a bit.  He chuckled, got me out of the bag and onto the gurney.  He wheeled me into a vacant room, got me lying on the bed comfortable and all my IV’s hooked up in the right places.  He let me borrow his cell phone and said he’d come back to give me some medication for the pain and get his phone.

I took a deep breath and dialed the number.

“Hello?” The familiar voice answered, there voice cracking.

“Hi daddy,” I said starting to cry.

“Whoever this is this isn’t funny,” Simon said seriously, sounding like he was about to cry.

“No it’s really Nadia!” I said, tears streaming down my face.

“THIS ISN’T FUNNY,” He screamed.

“I can prove it too you! For my 5th birthday, you gave me my first horse so I can ride it at my first riding lesson and for my birthday this year, you got me my not so secret Chevy truck back from Canada,” I laughed whilst sobbing.

“Nadia… is it really you?” he asked.

I sniffled and let out another laugh, “Yeah daddy, it’s me.” I explained to him what happened as best as I could, but it was hard with both of us crying our sappy asses off.

“I’ll be there in 20 minutes okay?” He said.

“Okay, I’ll be here,” I smiled.

He chuckled, “See you soon.”

“Bye daddy.” And I hung up.  I sighed with relief because I honestly thought it was going to take a lot more to convince him that it’s me.

Now for Alex and El.

“Hello?” A very croak Alex answered.

“Hi Aly,” I said, the tears coming back.

“Fuck, this isn’t funny—”

“Hey Aly you fucktard, I’m in a hospital bed waiting for my gay ass best friend to come over and entertain me because waking up in a fucking body bag isn’t all it’s cracked up to be.  So get your fucking ass down here or I will personally hire someone to carry me over to beat your ass to the mother fucking ground.  You dig?”

“Oh my god it is you,” he sobbed, “I thought you left me,” he sobbed even harder.

Tears streamed down my face, “I’m so sorry; I just thought it would’ve been best this way.”

He sniffled loudly, “Ellie, come here,” he yelled, “Someone’s on the phone for you.”

“Hello,” she said in the phone, her voice cracking.

“Miss me?” I said, smiling through my tears.

“Nadia?” she said softly.

“How’d you know?” I joked.

“What the fuck is going on?” she hissed.

“Well I woke up half an hour ago in a body bag, yelled for help, then the doc checked me into a room and now I’m sitting here talking to you!” I replied in a tone as if it was an everyday affair.

“So you’re actually here?” She said, starting to cry.

“Yeah babes, I’m here… for good this time,” I smiled into the phone.


“Did you like go to heaven?” Alex asked dumbfounded.  Simon came bursting through the door whilst Nadia was on the phone and immediately bombarded his daughter with sobs and hugs, apologising as if it were his entire fault.  Nadia comforted her dad, making sure he knew it was no one’s fault and it was meant to happen for a reason, as always, taking care of others before her when she’s the one injured.  10 minutes later, Alex and Eleanor bursted through the door and flung themselves on to their best friend, sobbing until they all finally calmed down and were acting normal.  Eleanor was perched on the right side of Nadia and Alex on the left, grasping her hands for dear life, worried that the best friend would slip right out of their hands as she did before.

Nadia scoffed, “No Alex, I don’t even really remember,” she admitted.

“Nothing?” He asked again, in disbelief.

“Well I remember one thing,” Nadia said, “I remember thinking I had to get back to tell Niall something, but I forget what it was.” Eleanor awed and Alex just rolled his eyes.

“When is Niall’s aunt’s funeral done again?”

Alex sighed, “As I’ve told you the 50 other times you’ve asked, it should be done any time now.”

“I just came to give you your needles,” the doctor said, poking his head in the door.  I smiled at him and gave him a short nod. 

“What are these for?” Simon asked, in a demanding tone not going to ever let harm come in the path of his daughter ever again.

“There for her defibulator and before you ask, it’s a little machine inside of her over her heart that will only be there for a couple of months so we know for sure her new heart is stable.”

“And, I’ll save you the fancy words that none of you would understand except doc and me,” Nadia laughed, “But he made it special so I can still preform without my heart exploding.”

Alex and Eleanor cheered and Simon had a pleased look on his face.

“Um doc, could I ask a favour of you?” Nadia asked him as he stuck the needle in her arm.

“Yes of course love, what can I do for you?” He replied taking the needle out.  Nadia grinned, whispered her plans in his ear and he agreed willingly.  He took his phone from the bedside table and put it on speaker so everyone could hear.

“Hello?” Niall’s soft, hoarse voice rang through the phone sending Nadia’s stomach into spasms.

“Hi I’m looking for Niall James Horan, is he there per chance?” The doctor asked.

He’s speaking,” Niall replied.

“This is the hospital calling.  We have some unclaimed items of Nadia Jane Cowell here and we were hoping you could come pick them up for us?” Alex, Eleanor and Simon snickered, sighing at Nadia’s well thought plan.

“Um yeah I’ll be right over,” he said softly, his voice full of sadness.

“Thanks so much, there located in the front desk right through the main doors,” the doctor lied, winking at Nadia.

“Yeah alri, bye,” Niall said shortly and hung up.  I high fived the doctor, got settled in my wheelchair and he wheeled me out to the front desk to surprise the Irishman.

Niall did not want to go to that fucking hospital.

His girlfriend’s sister died there.

His girlfriend just died there.

Ex-girlfriend now.

He just came from his bloody aunt’s funeral.

He was in no fucking mood to go to a hospital, but he did because he was only five minutes away anyway and he knew he wasn’t going to go later.  Harry drove Niall in his new Range Rover over to the hospital and was going to patiently wait for the blonde boy to finish his affairs.

Harry bloody well knew Niall was broken, I mean losing to love ones in the span of 48 hours would break anyone.

Niall walked out of the car without even muttering a thank you or even showing a sign of acknowledgement to the curly boy beside him.  He walked up to the front desk, remembering the old lady since it was the same woman who helped him find Naomi’s room last year.

“I’m here to uh pick up Nadia Cowell’s stuff,” Niall muttered quietly.

The old lady smiled, “Here it comes now,” she said kindly pointing to the left of Niall.  Niall turned around expecting to see some poor life carrying Nadia’s purse or something totally unnecessary, but really it was the quite opposite.  In rolled Nadia in a wheelchair, her struggling to push the wheels to move herself forward.  Niall’s heart stopped and he instantly bursted into a full on sprint towards her.  Nadia looked up, saw Niall and got up to sprint towards him.  She jumped and wrapped her legs around Niall’s waist and her arms around his neck.  He squeezed her waist with all his might, afraid that this was all just a dream and wasn’t ready to let go of Nadia.  Niall began to sob and Nadia had happy tears streaming down her face.  They were so entranced in each other that they never even noticed everyone in the lobby stop what they were doing to stop and clap for the couple.  Nadia pushed past the excruciating pain in her chest from the hardness Niall was squeezing her.

“How- how are you—” Niall started but was interrupted, “Shut up and kiss me,” Nadia ordered with a smile and he obliged.  The kiss was soft, but sent passionate waves into the core of the two and relieving them of all their worries and just focused them on each other. 

“I’m so sorry,” Nadia sobbed when she pulled away.

“Hey princess, don’t waste your tears,” Niall said softly, wiping away the tears with his thumb that was shed on her cheeks, “You’re here now and that’s all that matters.”

Nadia smiled at her boyfriend and nodded, unravelling her legs from his waist and standing before him, his arms still resting on her waist.

“I never did get a chance to give you your birthday present,” Niall mumbled quietly, “Better late than never though.” Niall took out a beautifully wrapped, small box and dropped down to one knee.  Nadia’s eyes bulged and her hands flew to her mouth.

“So I know we’re only young and most definitely not ready to get married yet, but that doesn’t mean we aren’t in love right? Nadia Cowell I am a hundred percent, absolutely, unconditionally, madly in love with you.  When I think of the future, I think of us, not me, but what we will be.  In a couple years, I see us settling down in a big house shared with the boys and their loved ones, having barbecues out in the backyard, eating, laughing and sharing memories.  I see you, a little older, but still as beautiful with a ring on your finger.  I see us having 3 or 4 kids named Naomi, Kameron, Amelia and Connor, playing football and having picnics in parks.  I see us still being in love 100 years from now and forever more.  Nadia you are my soulmate.  I want you to promise me that when we’re ready, we’ll get married and you’ll only take this ring off when you stop loving me… please,” he chuckled at the end.  My eyes were streaming with tears, unable to utter a sound so I nodded my head like a high bunny rabbit.  Niall slipped the gorgeous ring on my ring finger, picked me up and spun me around.  I kissed him again then jumped on his back so he could piggyback me back to my room.

“So if you’re just tuning in now, we’re here with Niall Horan’s princess, Nadia Cowell,” the interviewer said facing the camera, wiping away the tears.

“So you and Niall plan on getting married in the near future?” she asked Nadia.

Nadia nodded, “Yeah, I mean we’re perfect for each other, but we aren’t ready to get married quite yet.”

She nodded, “You sure are lucky aren’t you!”

Little did Nadia know, that exact day in 80 years’ time, she would be renewing her and Niall’s marriage vows, overseen by the 5 boys and their wives and there 4 kids, just as Niall predicted, still madly in love.  They would die a happy couple and got there happy ever after that they so much deserved.

Nadia smiled, “Yeah, I’m luckiest girl on this planet.  Niall and I sure do have one Strange Kinda Love.”

~The End~

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