You Found Me (Niall Horan fanfic)

I was lost. Alone. Tired of trying. That's when he found me. One Direction fanfic

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16. coming home

Skylar's POV

I decided that it would be best for me if I just tried to forget about what happened earlier.  I sat back in my bed and turned the television.  I flipped through multiple channels before finding some celebrity gossip show.  There was nothing better to watch.  

"Does Niall Horan have a new mystery girl? It sure seems like it.  Multiples sources have seen Niall going to a hospital In Atlanta  Georgia.  He even had flowers once.  The girl we believe he was seeing is Skylar Jones..." the girl on TV said.  

A picture of me popped onto the screen and remained for a few seconds before fading away.

"She sure is a pretty one.  Niall girls, sorry to tell you that it  looks like your man might be taken. "

There was a knock at the door and I quickly changed the channel.  The nurse walked in and checked me out as usual.  

"You should be able to go home tomorrow," she said happily.  Yes! Finally no more hospital food and everyone checking up on me every hour.  I can finally sleep in my own bed.  In my own clothes.  

*Beep Beep*

It was an incoming Skype call from Niall.   Although I answered immediately, it took forever to connect.  As soon as it did I blurted it out. 

"Niall, I'm going home tomorrow!" I said happily.  He was silent for a minute before saying anything.  When I had answered he had a sad look on his face.  His lips curved into a smile. 

"That's fantastic!" he said.  

I began to go on about how excited I was.  I wouldn't shut up about it.  We talked for a little while longer until he had to go do something.  We said our goodbyes and hung up.  

I sighed.  It was only 3:00 in the afternoon.  What was I supposed to do for the next hours.  Ugh.  

 

I eventually found myself drawing.  I don't know how long I had been doing it, but it must have been awhile.  I was drawing Niall.  I express myself through my drawings.  No one knows that I love to draw.  It gives me comfort.  Like its where I belong.  

 

"Hey, that's pretty good," a voice startled me.  I looked up.  It was just the doctor.  I guess I had been so focused in drawing that I hadn't even noticed that he had come in.  

"Thanks," I blushed.  He nodded his head.  I was surprised.  The doctor never came to me directly.  

"Um, not to be rude but why are you here?" I asked as nicely as possible.  He laughed slightly before answering.

"I just wanted to make sure you were okay from what had happened earlier.  And to assure you that will never happen again.  Well here anyway,"

I nodded my head.  Of course he had to bring it up while I'm trying my hardest to forget.  The memories of yesterday came flooding into my head.  I blinked back tears.  He eventually noticed his awkward presence and left.  

 

I collected myself and continued to draw.  

 

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"Skylar! Skylar help!" A distressed Niall called.  It was dark.  I followed the voice down an alley.  As I walked farther down the alley it began to get brighter.  And the voice changed.  It was no longer the deep Irish accent of the boy I loved.  It was the thick American accent of the man I despised.  

I tried to turn around and run, but it had been to late.  He had already got me.  He trapped me in a corner.  I noticed we were in a square room with a single chair.  It was empty.  Caleb advanced towards me.  I could feel myself screaming.  

*Beep Beep*

 

I awoke startled and checked my phone.  It was a text from Niall.  Actually multiple.  It was 11:00 am.  Today was the day that I get to go home.

 

There was a knock at the door.  The nurse and doctor walked in.  They began to unhook me from everything.  The nurse handed me the clothes from the night I checked in.  They had been washed.  I smiled in gratitude.  

She helped me to the bathroom and assisted me in changing.  It was a lot harder than expected.   

I eventually hobbled out on my crutches fully dressed in my own clothes.  The nurse walked me to the front of the hospital where my dad was waiting for me.  Beer in his hand as always.  I turned around to the nurse and hugged her. 

"Thank you for everything," I whispered shakily.  

"Promise me you will stay strong and never hurt yourself again?" 

I pulled away and nodded my head.

"I promise," 

"Lets go, Skylar! We don't got all day," my dad rushed.  I waved one last time and followed my drinking father out the door.  Luckily it wasn't a long drive home.

His car had beer and wine bottles all over and reeked of alcohol and smoke.  I'm surprised no one had pulled him over yet.  

We soon rounded the familiar corner and pulled into the small dirty garage.  It was even messier than before I left.  

With my crutches I walked into the house.  Pizza boxes cluttered the floor along with bottles and cans of all assortment.  And somethings that I would prefer not to know what they are.  

I looked towards my dad.  He shrugged his shoulders and went off. Of course I thought to myself.  

I practically crawled up the stairs.  It took sometime and was quite painful but I eventually go to my room.  The same way I had left it.  Everything was in place.  Same crummy desk and squeaky bed frame.  But it was home.  

 

I sat down at my desk and opened my laptop.  I opened Skype and called Niall.  Besides my Grandma and the boys he was my only contact.  Pretty sad, I know.  

He answered on the fourth ring.  His face was worried and angry.

"Hi," I smiled.

"Skylar, what is going on?" He demanded.  

"What?" I asked.  He held up magazine of the yellow roses in my hospital room, Caleb and me nearly kissing (at least that's what it looked like), and Caleb leaving with security.  My eyes widened and I swallowed.  He was going to find out eventually, might as well tell him now.  

"Niall, meet Caleb Gunners." 

 

 

 

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