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?


2. The Ride and Eleanor

"Kelsey!? Kels, you there?" I tried contacting Kelsey to tell her that I made it to the airport. But to my suprise, a manly voice greeted me.


"Um..who's this?"


Well, it wasn't really manly. It wasn't really feminine either. Somewhere in the middle. It also was an Irish accent. Irish, British, and Australian accents were all weaknesses for me. With those 3 words, I was already attracted to the boy that called. I didn't reply, wanting to hear that gorgeous voice again.


"Hello? Are you ok? This is Niall Horan speaking."


"Uh...hi. Sorry for disturbing you, I was trying to dial my friends number and... well, I accidentally called you. Sorry about that."


"Oh! It's okay, I really don't mind, just please don't give number to anyone."


"Ok. Wait.. Aren't you Niall Horan from One Direction?"


"Yeah! I actually am! What's your name?"


"My name is Grace. Grace Thompson."


"Thats a pretty name, but Grace, I have a question."


"Yes Niall?"


"Have you been crying? It sounds like you've been crying. Is your mother home with you?"


I froze. I replayed what he said, over and over again in my mind. 'Is your mother home with you?' She isn't home Niall. Shes not coming home. Niall, she's not coming home ever again. SHES GONE! I screamed internally while sobbing on the phone.


I realized Niall was yelling at me to calm down, but I couldn't. I didn't reply to him at all, just crying.


"Grace! Love! Are you ok?"


"I-I-I'm sorry Niall. I have to go." My voice was barely understandable. I didn't care, so I just hung up the phone not waiting for a reply from Niall. 


"Flight 594 to London, England boarding in 10 minutes. Flight 594 to London, England boarding in 10 minutes." The male over the loudspeaker announced in the crowded airport. Maybe I'll make a new friend?





I moved around in my seat on the plane, trying to get comfortable. I groaned.  The stupid flight had to be 9869765 hours. I met a nice girl named Eleanor. Yes. It was Eleanor Calder, Louis Tomlinson's girlfriend. She was the sweetest, and we were going to the same place anyway. London. Even though we just met we were like best friends and I told her what had happened so far. 


"C'mon, Gracie! Cheer up! You're going to see your dad!"


"I hate planes, El. They piss me off so much."


"Be optimistic for once!" She laughed. "Wanna play 21 questions?"


"Sure? You can go first."




"Its just a question El."


"I know! But I want it to be good. Hmm..."


"Im waiting!" I sing-songed, despite my cranky mood.


A smirk appeared on her flawless face."I know."




"Would you rather 'do it' with Louis, or 'do it' with...Harry?"


"El! What kind of question is that?"


"Cmon Gracie poo! You know you love it." She winked at me, or at least tried to.


"Don't call me Gracie poo! I thought we were playing 21 questions to get to know each other more! What's your favorite color?"


She wagged her finger at me. "Don't try to change the subject Gracie. Who would you rather do it with?" She always emphasized 'do it' as if she was talking to a 10 year old. 


"I dont know. I'll tell you later."


Satisfied with my answer, she smirked. "You better tell me later. You're very lucky this time."


I laughed. Eleanor was such an easy and trustful person to be around. She was especially entergetic. 


She yawned."I need my beauty sleep." She leaned back into her chair without another word, shutting her eyes.


I shrugged and plugged my headphones into the mini t.v. screen in front of me. Did they have Justin Bieber? I need Justin Bieber. Where is he? I scrolled through all the options. Adele, Olly Murs, Cher Lloyd, Allstar Weekend, Beyonce, Lady Gaga, Miley Cyrus, Taylor Swift, Demi Lovato, One Direction, Justin Bieber...


Justin Bieber!?!?


Yeah! I grinned from ear to ear pushing on the touch screen. It was his Believe album that I was going to listen to. 


A list of all his songs came on and I screamed the loudest scream ever.




A bunch of people started yelling at me and an old couple scolded me. A flight attendant walked towards me with a scowl on her face. 


"Excuse me miss. You are a little to loud to be on this plane. Please know that screaming is forbidded on the plane and it may disturb the passengers aboard it. If you disturb the passengers one more time, im afraid I have to kick you off the plane."


"How do you plan to do that when we are 6,000 feet in the air?" I sassily replied. 


She rolled her eyes and walked away, swaying her hips from side to side. 


I stuck my tounge out at her back until I heard the sound of laughter. I turned my head to see Eleanor laughing uncontrollably. 


"Trying to lick someone's face, I see." She said smartly. 


"Oh shut up." I muttered, throwing myself into my seat.


She laughed even harder, clutching her stomach."Your face though!"


"Hmph Dmshph." I mumbled through my lips, holding my blanket tight around me.


I closed my eyes as I lapsed into a deep darkness. The dreams came, and they were all filled with my ravishing mother.



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