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.


39. Time to go home.


I hopped off the lumpy hospital bed and grabbed my medication that the doctor set me to take everyday. As soon as I woke up today, I was told I could now go home once my dad had signed my release form. "Remember to take two of these everyday, OK?" I smiled as I slipped my shoes on. "I will doc, thank you for everything you have done for me!" Doctor Cartwright smiled down at me and grabbed the clip board from the edge of the bed. "That's my whole purpose in being here, darling. I hope I don't see you here again" He gave a light, humorless chuckle. "Take care!" The doctors dimple showed as he smiled one last time and left the room. "Ready to go, chick?" I nodded at my dad and looked at my left 'arm' before leaving. 

It would probably be a good idea to tell you that my memory has come back, fully! I couldn't believe it myself at first. I got so excited I made Doctor Cartwright cry tears of happiness.

As we were walking out of the hospital, my phone started to ring. I fished it out of my black jeans pocket with my right hand. It was Eloise. "Hey!" I answered. "Hey, Lucy! Are you alright? I watched the news a few weeks ago but my phone has been playing up on me. This is the only time I could call. Do you remember me?" She said in one breath. "Of course I remember you. Well, I didn't at first but Amy helped me remember!"

We had a quick conversation about me and the crash before she had to go. I held my phone in my hand as my dad opened the passenger side door for me. It was the first time I've been in a car since the crash. Actually, it's the first time I've been outside or seen daylight since the crash. I climbed into my dads Range Rover and pressed the radio on. "Are you alright?" Amy gently place her hand on my shoulder, knowing I would be scared to be in a car again. I took a deep breath and responded with a quick nod. She removed her hand as I slouched in my seat. "Can- can we go to the supermarket? I need some more pickled onions!" My dad laughed at me. "You and your pickles!" He laughs again. "Hey! They're really nice!" I defended and lightly smacked his arm. Since my dad has been looking after me, along with Amy, we've become closer. Not just as father and daughter but as friends too. 


We arrived at the supermarket, not too far from our house. "You guys go ahead, I'm going to get a coffee." Amy got out of the car and walked off towards the coffee shop around the corner. As we walked to the entrance, I got a few stares directed at my 'arm'. I didn't mind at first but I started to get nervous and insecure when people started to whisper. Why is the entrance so far away? Ugh! The stares started to annoy me and I didn't feel nervous anymore, I felt angry. "What?" I snapped at a woman who was looking at me. She did one of those obnoxious huffs and walked off with her friend. Posh bastard. "Dad? Why are people staring? I'm not any different to them!" I whined so only he could hear me. A part from having one arm missing, I truly wasn't any different. Not at all. So why were people looking at me like I was from mars and then whisper things when they know I can clearly see them.  "Just try your best to ignore them, sweetie. There's nothing wrong with you! You couldn't prevent what happened from happening." We finally reached the entrance so I half hid behind my dads body trying to hind my arm. "Lucy, stop it. You don't need to hide! Just show them that you don't give a F what they think, OK?" I nodded sheepishly and moved from behind my human shield. 

I didn't get as many stares as I thought I would while walking towards the pickled onions. I really love them! "Mummy, why does that girl only have one arm?" I heard a voice beside me. I looked down to see a cute little girl looking at my arm. "I'm so sorry" The woman said towards me. "Come on, Lisa! Leave that girl alone!" The little girls mum apologized to me again before walking away, dragging her daughter behind her. I pulled one jar off the shelf and placed it into my jacket pocket while I got another. "I hope you aren't steeling those, miss." A manly voice made me jump. "Of course not! I don't steel." I stated and got another jar of pickles. "So why, may I ask, are you putting a jar of those pickles into your jacket?" He sarcastically asked. "Sorry for not been able to hold two jars with one arm!" I snapped, starting to get angry with him. I turned to him and his facial expression softened. "Oh my, I am sorry, miss. Do forgive me?" He smiled at me and I could tell he was sorry. "No, no, I'm sorry for snapping. I'm new at this." I refer to my arm and looked to the ground. "Are you here alone?" He then asked. Not to be rude like but why does he care? I don't know him and he doesn't even look like he works here. "No, I'm with my dad but he's somewhere near the beer section." I say and start to walk off. "Would you like me to carry one of those for you?" He shouts. Jesus man, I'm not deaf. "No, I got it thanks." I walked away from him and looked around the store.

I found my dad, paid for the stuff we got and walked out. Amy was stood next to the car with a coffee in her hand. "This is going to take some getting used to." I looked at the people in the parking lot as they stared at me. "You'll be fine in the end. You're a strong girl." A couple of months ago, I would of had a fit at my dad for calling me a strong girl, shouting things at him like 'you don't know me' or 'I am not as strong as you think I am' but now, it's different. Like I said, me and my dad have gained a strong boned over the three weeks I was in the hospital so, hopefully, I won't have to shout at him for anything like that again. 




When we got home, I opened a jar of onions and grabbed a fork from the kitchen, not bothering to put them in a bowl or on a plate. I flopped onto the couch and grabbed the remote, switching the TV on. It feels so good to be in my own home again. Even if it wont be the same ever again, I'm still going to try my best to live my life like I wanted to before the crash. Although I wont be able to follow my dream of becoming a designer anymore, I'm still going to think on the bright side. I never know whats around the corner for me really. After having this happen to me, it almost feels like anything could happen now. 

I placed the jar in between my legs and twisted the top off with my right hand. As the vinegar taste hit my taste buds, I felt at peace. It sounds weird, I know but I just love them so much! They taste so good! 

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw my phone light up. I had a missed call.... from Zayn. All of the memories came back to me in a sudden flash. That's been happening a lot since my memory was lost. It's really cool to be honest. I decided to call him back. 

It rang twice before he answered. 

"Lucy? Hey, Lucy! It's Zayn!"



Sorry for the rubbish chapter guys! I hope it doesn't suck too much? 

I've decided that I need a name for all of you that read my story. Like a pet name, if you get me? It's a little boring always ending with '~Lucy xx' so think of a name I can call you? Comment what you think of and I'll use the one I like the most. If no one comments, I might come up with one on myself and use that.

Yeah, so I might be able to update again tomorrow if I have time. If not it'll be next weekend. 

Please like, I'm 5 likes away from 100 likes!!!!! I never thought I would even get 10 likes, never mind 100! Thanks guys! :) ~Lucy xx  <~ See how boring that is? Aha. 

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