Finding My Soul Mate. A 1DFanfic.

13 year old Lucy hates her life. Her older sister, Amy doesn't have a care in the world about her and her dad is a work-aholic. Without a mum in her life she has nothing better to do than run away from home, making a soul mate along her travels, Niall Horan from One Direction.


3. Finding a place to stay.


"Niall, Niall. Come on wake up! It's half past ten!" My mum shook me and whispered my name until I made any sign of movement. "Muummm!" I tried shrugging her off me to get more sleep but for some reason, I needed to get up. "Niall James Horan you get you bottom out of this bed now!" By the usage of my full name, I could tell she was getting frustrated with me. So, I slowly moved and was able to drag my sleepy body out of bed. I turned on my phone and noticed I had a text from Louis and Zayn. Louis sent;

we're all going bowling later on if you're coming mate? Text me! :)

and Zayn sent;

sleepy arse! Come on we're going bowling!!!!!!!!!!

I sighed, I guess I could go. "Mmmm. Well, Louis called. He said the lads want to meet up today." My mum told me after a couple minutes silence. "They're so demanding! We have six weeks off from work" I used my hands to make quotation marks around the word 'work' "And they want to meet up... already?"

"Just go and get ready then come down for breakfast, I've made your favourite!" Without saying a word, I moved into my bathroom and got a quick shower. When I got out, I blow dried my hair, styling it how I normally do and put on my trackies. Walking back into my room, I put on a light blue top and checked myself in the mirror before walking down stairs.

It wasn't a big house but it was perfect for myself and my mum. She smiled at me as I walked into the kitchen. "Breakfast is on the side, I'm going to meet with some friends" She kissed my head and walked out of the door, shutting it behind her. Smiling down at my plate, I saw a pile of pancakes with syrup on top. Yum!

I finished up my pancakes with a drink of morning tea and stood to place my dishes in the sink. There was a little window in front of where I stood. I glanced out of it and my eyes set upon a girl. Her hair was tied up in a high pony tail, she wore black skinny jeans and a jumper with black and white high tops. As she walked, her right foot would get weaker with every step. She was limping like I'd never seen before and she held her arm. Was she alone? How old is she? and why was she hurt?

I tried to look closer but as I did she fell straight to the floor and held her ankle. I couldn't here anything because of the house wall and everything but I could tell she was screaming in pain! Without thinking futher, I ran out of the kitchen and headed for the front door. Running across the road, I could hear her sobs getting louder. She cried to herself and screamed a little every time she tried to move her ankle. I finally reached her and looked down at her. "Ermm, are you okay?" I didn't know what to say and I could tell she wasn't alright but I still asked. She looked up into my eyes. Her eyes were brown and she was really beautiful but she looked quite young to me. My eyes grew wide when I looked at her hand. Blood dripped as she cried more.


The cold morning air nipped at my nose as I awoke on the bench I slept on. I moved to sit up and as I place my feet on the floor, I screamed in pain. Then I remembered that I fell last night and landed wrong on my right ankle. Trying my best, I grabbed my things and stood up. I needed to find a place, even if I stayed in a hotel on myself. Anything except home! I successfully got out of the park and made my way down the street. As I walked, my foot got weaker with every step.

After around two minutes of walking, I felt a warm liquid run down my hand. I took a looked and saw a huge slit on the palm of my hand. How the hell did that just start bleeding again? Confused with that, I grabbed my hand to stop the blood the best I could and walked down the street. At this point, I had no idea where I was and I had no idea what time it was either. My phone went dead about an hour after I left my house. Trying my very best not to fall, I limped as sobs escaped my lips. Before I knew it, I was crying rivers and so close to falling any minute! Luckily no one was around to see me. Ten steps later, I fell straight to the floor. I didn't move, I just sat holding my ankle in pain. I cried and screamed every time I tried to move it. As I moved my akle again, I heard an irish accent. "Ermm, are you okay?" He asked me. I looked up into his eyes. Blue eyes and and irish accent. Oh my bread and butter! It was Niall Horan. The Niall Horan from One Direction. I flipped out inside but stayed calm because if I moved, I would only cause myself more pain.

I sobbed more and held onto my ankle. "Oh, ermm. Yeah I'm fine. The floor just needed a hug" He laughed which caused me to laugh. Building up all the courage I had left, I tried to stand up. I got half way and fell. I closed my eyes ready for the impact of the ground but two strong arms stopped me from falling. I slowly opened one eye and looked at the view in front of me. He was really handsome! I sighed while he smiled. "I don't think it wants me to leave" I smile and pointed to the floor. "You're funny. Did you know that?" He asked while helping me up fully. "Oh yeah, yeah. Just look at my face and you crack up laughing" I laughed again. "I didn't mean it in that way! I think your beautiful actually!" I smiled as I noticed him blush. Did he just call me beautiful? "Thanks, your not so bad yourself." I winked at him. For some reason all the pain in my ankle had gone. It soon came back when I snapped back to reality. "Well. I best be off. Thanks for helping me up" I smiled and move from his strong arms. "Wait, don't you want me to mend your hand for you?" He was been really polite but I didn't want to bug him. Afterall, he was a member of the worlds most loved band. "Narr. It'll be right. I don't want to bother you or anything. I'll just find a place to stay and get it sorted" His response was a funny look with his eye brows raised. Shit. Why did I have to open my big mouth? "I have time! And you can tell me what happened over some hot chocolate. I wont take no for an answer!" He smiled at me and nodded his head. I sighed. "Only for the hot chocolate, Horan!" I pointed my finger at him and realised that I called him by his last name. So he knows, I know who he is. Oops! He gave me another 'what the hell look' but grabbed my waist and helped me to his house.

Once we got into his house, he showed me to the living room and told me to sit down. I did as he said and limped across the room. "I'll be right back. You make yourself comfy" I smiled and sat down on the edge of the sofa. I can't believe I'm in Niall Horan house and am about to tell him why I ran away from home.

I took my bag off my back and set it down on the floor. A couple of minutes later, he came back in and gave me a mug of hot coco. "So, first start by telling me your name?" I smiled. "My names Bob and you?" I tried to be funny so it would take my mind off my hand and ankle. "Well, it's nice to meet you Bob. I'm Niall!" It was nice of him to play along with me.

"I know who you are stupid! I'm Lucy" I gave him a cheeky smile and took a sip of my hot chocolate. "Yeah.. about that?"

"Don't worry Horan, I wasn't stalking you or anything, obviously" I said pointing to my ankle. I carried on and told him the whole story from the start of the holidays. I mentioned that I didn't have a mum and Eloise was my only friend. By the end of the story, I started to cry. "Hey, hey, hey. Come here" He opened his arms for me and scutted closer. I collapsed into his arms as he wrapped them around me.


"Well, thanks for listening Horan but I best be off." I started to move and grabbed my bag. "Stop calling me Horan" He laughed. "I didn't even mend your hand" He pouted his lips. "Niall.. It's fine. Thanks again" I spoke softly and limped across the room. "Wait.." He stepped infront of me and hesitated before saying. "You can stay here. With me and my mum" His smiled grew wider. I rejected straight away. "No, no, no. Niall, I can't do that but thanks for the offer" I smiled. I really needed a place to stay and probably wouldn't find anywhere but I couldn't just say yes, could I? "It will be my pleasure! Please?" Did he really want me to stay so bad? "You don't even know me though" I tried my best to make him change his mind even though I really wanted to stay. "We can get to know eachother then. Come on it'll be fun!" I thought about it. "What about your job?" I asked. "We have a six week break" I smiled again and thought really hard. I was out of quetions to ask so I gave in. "Then I'd love to. Thank you so much! How can I repay you?!" I gave him a hug. He chuckled "It's okay and you don't have to repay me but you have to do one thing?"

"I'll do anything! Really, thank you!" He looked into my eyes. "You have to meet the rest of the boys" I laughed and playfully punched his arm. "Don't be stupid. As if they want to meet a random stranger like me" He made a 'pfft' sound "But they said so. I was meant to meet them today but I text them earlier and told them I made a new friend so I couldn't go and they text back and said they want to meet you"

"Oh okay then... wait did you just say I was your friend?" Not saying anything, he nodded and blushed a little. Wow! Niall Horan wants to be my friend! I guess I'll be staying here from now on.

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