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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22. you again

I slowly hobbled to the nearest Safeway, which was luckily only a mile away.  It took me 20 minutes to get there.  This was gonna be fun.  Especially since we had so much to get.  Scratch that.  I had so much to get.  

As I walked I saw the occasional flash of a paparazzis' camera.  Good thing I had nothing to hide.  I even posed for some pictures, which they greatly appreciated.  

I entered the store.  

I carefully bought the most important things first, for example: Dad's beer.  I did this because I knew I didn't have enough money for everything.  I also tried to buy the lightest things.  Dad's beer took up most of the money.  Selfish bitch.  

I went to the check out and paid for the food.  The whole time I had the sensation someone was watching me, or following me.  But I figured it was just the paparazzi.   But I was wrong, I didn't know it though.  

I found myself carrying four heavy plastic bags.  One, which of, was on the verge of breaking. 20 minutes.  This was going to be hard.  It would be more than twenty minutes because these bags.  

Once I thought I had a steady grip on the bags I began to walk.  I only got five steps before I lost my balance and nearly dropped the bags. 

"Here let me help you with those." 

I froze.  I'd know that voice anywhere.  What was he doing here.

"No I got it Caleb," I said rudely, and took the bags from him.  There were more camera flashes now.  Fantastic.

"You sure about that?" 

"Yes!" I answered and turned my back.  Once again I began to lose balance.  

"No you don't.  Just let me help you carry them home," he said and grabbed three of the bags.

"Fine," I reluctantly agreed.  

The cameras followed us.  This was going to be all over the internet and gossip magazines and papers in the morning.  Shit.  

"You need to learn to scream quieter.  When security came and got me they thought I was unplugging your machines and spraying urine everywhere!" he laughed.  

I laughed too.  The one thing that Caleb never fails to do is make me laugh.  A quality I now hate about him.  

Flash.  

My face went serious again.

"Your dad still a drunkard?" he asked.

I nodded my head, "Of course, why wouldn't he be?" 

"I'm sorry about him," Caleb said.

"Its fine."

He was acting sweet.  Too sweet.  I wasn't falling for this.  He hurt me.  We can be friends maybe, but we most definitely can't be together.  He can't keep this act forever.  Besides I have Niall.  He was 10x better than sweet and funny Caleb.  

We arrived at my front door.  

"Thank you," I said and took the bags.  He nodded his head and walked away.  

I shut the door behind me and headed towards the kitchen.  

"got my beer?" My father asked.  I nodded my head and pointed towards the bag which was now on the table.  

"Now clean this up," He ordered.  

I nodded my head and slowly began putting the groceries away.  

When I was down I hobbled up the stairs and grabbed my phone.  I immediately called Niall to explain to him what Caleb was doing.

"Hey babe," He answered on the first ring.

"Hi," I replied.  

"Whats up?"

"Nothing.  UM today I was at the store. And as I was walking home I saw Caleb." I heard his breathing quicken.  "He helped me with the bags, cause I tripped like twice.  I swear nothing happened.  He told a joke and I laughed okay? SO if tomorrow you see a picture of me and Caleb its because of that.  I swear I refused his help at first, but he wouldn't stop," I explained briefly.  

Niall remained silent.  Longest 30 seconds of my life.

"Its okay, I believe you," I could tell he was smiling by the tone of his voice.  

I sighed in relief.

"Okay good.  I have to go clean  I love you," I said.  

"I love you, too," he said.  I hung up and went downstairs.  

I opened the cleaning closet and pulled out a trash bag.  I walked into the mess of a living room and began to pick up all the old trash.  I swear some sort of mutant bug walked across my hand.  This place was disgusting.  How can some hoarders live like this? 

 

By the time I had finally finished it was 8:00.  I had barely eaten all day.  I walked into the kitchen and made a sandwich and  some tea.  I sat at the table alone.  Dad was out clubbing or something crazy.  At least he wasn't here.  

In someways it was creepy being here alone.  It was eerily quiet, even with my music blasting.  The place kind of scared me to be honest.  But it was home.  Scary, creepy, bleach smelling home.   

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