It Started With A Call

Grace Thompson is a 17 year old girl that lives in Chicago. Well, she lived a normal life until she finds out her mother dies on the way home from work, which causes to move to London with her Dad. Trying to dial her best friend's number in shock and worry, she accidentally dials the one and only, Niall Horan. The two become great friends over the phone, and eventually fall in love after meeting each other face to face. But Grace finds something about her dad that she never knew before. Her dad becomes furious and as punishment for finding out, he does something tragic to Grace. Grace starts living a horrible life, and is trapped inside a world of abuse and hunger. Niall and the boys get suspicious from all the marks on her body, but Grace is forbidded from telling anyone. What will she do? Will Niall find out?


1. How it all Started

WARNING: This story may contain some innapropriate parts to it. It may contain swearing or some sexual content. Please note that I'm really sorry if you get offended with any parts of the story. This is my 1st attempted fan fic, and I hope you all enjoy reading. I may not be the best writer in the world, so please bear with me. Enjoy! -Nora xx





I shivered, pulling my moms warm robe tighter around my small body. My mom had work, so I was home alone. And as always, Dad is away in London visiting his "brothers". Yeah right. If that were the case, he would've been back ages ago. I scrolled tiredly through Twitter, my eyes threatening to close. My eyes flicked across the screen to the little clock in the corner. It read: 7:00pm. I yawned, deciding I needed sleep. I rested my head right next to my laptop and stared across the room at my backpack. It seemed to be taunting me about the homework I haven't done for a while. I shrugged, and closed my eyes. Right when I was relaxed and comfortable, the phone decided to ring.


Yay! I love when the phone rings.


Note the sarcasm.


I groaned and rolled out of bed an onto the floor, nearly dislocating my shoulder. I yelped in pain and stood up weakly, not in the mood to deal with anything. The phone kept on ringing, the sound as loud as thunder.


"Shut up!" I yelled to it from across the hallway. I grouchily picked it up from the table.


"Is Grace Thompson available?" The professional female voice spoke from the phone.




"You're 17, correct?"


"Yes ma'am"


"Well, Grace, honey, I'm going to tell you something. But you have to promise me something."


Creepy. This lady is calling me honey. Ok then.


"What will that be?" I asked curiously.


"Right after I finish telling you the news, you have to do exactly as I say."


"Yes ma'am." My heart beat faster and faster after every second. This lady is scaring me. 


"By the way, I'm calling from Henry's Funeral Home." (A/N: Don't know if this is real or not.)


By now, I think I was hyperventilating. The lady didnt wait for an answer and continued talking.


"I'm sorry. You're still so young and this shouldn't happen to you but your mother has died."


"What?" I shrieked. "How?! When?! Please tell me this is a prank call!"


"I am very sorry." By now the sympathy in her voice disappeared. She was obviously pissed that I was screaming into the phone, nearly making her deaf.


She continued speaking. "You are going to live with your father in London, since he's the only available person that can take care of you. The plane arrives at the airport at 9:00 am, so I suggest you start packing and getting ready now."


I nodded, then realizing she couldn't see me, I spoke quietly into the phone, silent tears streaming down my face. "Y-y-es. But what happened to my mother?"


"Well, she got into an accident with a friend. Your mother died, but her friend survived. They're both at the hospital, and your mother is about to get buried. "


I dropped the phone suddenly, my head spinning. Wait, scratch that, the world spinning. The phone crashed to the floor and broke apart. I dropped to my knees, hysterically sobbing, as my tears swam around my face like a waterfall. Just then I remembered. I'm moving to London. With my Dad. Who I haven't seen or spoken to in months. I cried on the floor for hours until I finally composed myslef and stood up, wanting to see my mother for the last time. Suddenly, an idea sparked into my mind as I grabbed the phone. 


After 4 rings, my friend picked up."Hey girl, hey!"


"Kelsey?" I sniffled, wanting to talk to my best friend.


"Gracie? Why are you crying? 'Cause I swear if it's a guy, I will beat the shit out of 'em! Tell me what happened." Her firm voice floated from the phone.


"Oh Kels! I just got this call from a stupid lady that sounded a lot like Morgan Freeman and she said she was calling from some funeral place that I forgot the name of and it was terrible!" I ranted, not pausing to breathe. 


She let out a chuckle, despite the fact that I was crying."Morgan Freeman? And it's not like anyone in your family is dead. So why did she call again?"


It's okay, Grace. Breathe in, and out. In and out. Deep breaths. Don't cry. 


"K-Kelsey."I managed to choke out."She called because my mom. My mom, Kelsey. She's dead."


I heard a gasp."Are you serious right now? Is that why you've been crying for the past few minutes?"


"Few hours." I corrected.


"Few hours? I'm coming over. You should've called me earlier." 


"Kelsey, go straight to the hospital. I'll meet you there. She's about to get buried."


"Ok, Bye. I'm leaving the house right now. Don't do anything stupid."


"Thank you." I whispered, knocking the already broken phone to the floor once again.


I rushed upstairs and threw random clothes into a huge bag. I threw on random clothes that mismatched and rushed to put on eyeliner as it smeared around my eye.I didn't care about anything right now, I just wanted to see my mother.


"Gosh. I look like a raped raccoon." I  said as I slipped down the stairs to get outside, grabbing my iPhone on the way.


I ran outside into the warm afternoon as I turned around, staring at a green garden filled with beautiful butterflies and flowers, rabbits running around in the grass, so green it could be fake.


"Nothing deserves to be beautiful." I choked bitterly."Screw you, stupid rabbits. Stupid fake green grass. Stupid flowers. Stupid..stupid everything! I hate you." I yelled out, sticking up the middle finger as I pulled my bag along behind me.


I looked up at my house."Goodbye." 


Yelling for Taxi, all I could think about was what I was going to do at the hospital when I see my dead mother for the last time.

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