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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20. nothing is going to change

Skylar's POV

When I awoke in the middle of the night to many unpleasant sounds coming from downstairs I noticed that my laptop was open.  I guess I had fallen asleep while Niall went to the bathroom.  I checked the time.  4:00 am?! it seems like 10 minutes ago I was just talking to Niall. I sat up and accidentally banged my head on the wall.

"Shit..." I murmured.  I put my laptop on my desk and tried to go back to sleep.  I lay there for an hour and never once did I doze off.  I don't know what my problem was.  All the other nights I had been able to sleep just fine.  Maybe since I was back home and no longer in the hospital.  I don't know.  

I slowly and quietly went down the stairs, planning to make myself a cup of tea.  I found my father and his friends sleeping on the couch and chairs.  They were snoring extremely loud.  

I went to the cabinet.  and of course what's in there? nothing.  Absolutely nothing.  

"Of course..." I whispered.  

"You're gonna have to go to the store.  Oh and by the way I want all of this cleaned up by tomorrow. " My father's voice laughed from the dark.  I shook my head.  There was no way he was gonna make me clean this up.  Right? He was probably just sleep talking or drunk or something.  Hopefully.  

 

Once again I hopped up the tall stairs.  They looked even more scarier in the dark.  I lied there for another five minutes before talking out my phone.  I checked my twitter and instagram.  There were lots of mean things said about me.  On twitter the hashtag  #niallleaveskylar was trending.  That one made me cry.  Just out of curiosity I looked at all the tweets under that hashtag.  They were horrendous.  "Niall she's just gonna break your tiny little heart.  She's not even that pretty. " "Skylar looks anorexic.  she must be an attention whore." Out of the hundreds of tweets I looked at there were about two nice ones under the comments.  

"Leave Skylar alone! I understand that we might be sad cause our Irish boy is taken, but he is allowed to have a life.  Skylar is perfect.  She looks like she has a had a rough life.  Don't hate on her for living our dream.  I ship #skiall."

I favorited the tweet and followed the girl. 

@Skyj123: "Just letting you guys know that words do hurt.  and that I do have feelings..."

I then texted Niall. 

"Niall, I can't sleep :/"  I didn't expect him to reply.  I was surprised when a few seconds later I heard the familiar *beep beep* text tone doming from my phone.

 "me either babe..." was Niall's reply.  Well at least I had him to talk too.  

 

Our conversation was pretty boring though, with us both being really tired.  When 7:00 came rolling around I decided to take a very needed bath. I took of my cast/walking boot and carefully lowered myself into the warm water.  

 

It felt good to caress my skin with the soft, peachy, soap.  I finished washing my hair and began to drain the soapy water, filled with my hair.  I stood up cautiously and grabbed my towel.  I dried myself and got dressed.  

I had decided to wear jean shorts, black vans, and a purple tank top, nothing fancy.  I walked over to the counter and began to apply my make up, starting with foundation and ending with some lip gloss.  

I walked down stairs and found my dad digging through an old take out box.  Gross.

"You need to go to the store, Sky," My father said.  I laughed.  "And I want this all cleaned up today." I laughed once again.  

"I'm serious," he said.  My laughter faded.  

"Dad, I don't know if you've noticed but I kinda have a broken leg and several other minor injuries.  I can't clean." 

"Aw you have a little boo boo." he joked.  "I don't know if you've noticed but I don't clean.  I pay all your bills.  SO I would suggest you listen to me."

"Dad!" I yelled.  

"Nothing is going to change, Sweetheart." 

I stood there struck with surprise.   How was I supposed to clean.  

"Well then give me the money for food!" I demanded.  He pulled out his wallet and gave me two $20.

"How am i supposed to get there and back?" 

He shrugged his shoulders.  "Walk."

My mouth fell open.  

"Lets go you don't have all day," he told me.     

I reluctantly obeyed and walked out the front door.  

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