Struggling To Let Go

September Bright moves to Boston after her father passes, leaving her best friend Niall Horan behind. Her mum moves on to an abusive step father, what will happen when she runs into Niall again? Will he be able to help her? Could she ever be happy again? But nothing lasts forever, and there always seems to be something or someone in the way..


11. Chapter 11

A/N; sorry for the really short chapter, but i wanted to leave the next part ive started writing till later! I will try and update both storys again tonight, didnt get any home work today so yaay;-) enjoy..

Niall’s POV

“Well, we can’t find a blood match. And that means we need to hope for the best. Nobody can be sure of the final result yet. She could remain unconscious for a few days up till a few months. I’m sorry I can be of no real help. But there’s simply nothing anyone can do.” Doctor Woods said apologetically. I felt myself beginning to cry again. How could I let this happen again, and still be told I’m a hero? I’m nothing anymore. I went into September’s room alone. Her face was still pale like before but her bruised face was covered with plasters. She looked slightly skinnier then before, and she looked so weak. “Don’t give up beautiful.” I whispered to September through tears. I sat on the chair and held her hand. “Niall, can we come in?” Zayn said opening the door. “Mm.” I whispered back in reply.

*When Niall took September to the hospital*


Caron (September’s Mum)’s POV

“I’m home!” I shout unlocking the door. I looked to see Dan passed out on the sofa again. “Fucking hell.” I cursed, could he ever not be drunk or drugged? Obviously not. “Shit.” Dan said waking up looking at me. “Oh, hey to you too.” I spat. “Fuck off and get upstairs.” He ordered. I did as he said knowing if I didn’t he’d hurt September. I just pray he’s never laid a finger on her. “Baby, please not now.” I began to beg. “You bitch, we do it where and when I say. You don’t get to choose.” He said striking me across the face, then kicking me in the stomach causing me to fall down. What had I got myself into? “I wish you were more like Trisha is it, no wait Drew. She’s actually good in bed.” He said coldly making me tearful. Him and.. Drew too? My ‘best friend’ for Christ sakes…  “Yeah, you heard me. At least she’s skinny as well, ever wondered why I go on top of you, not you on top of me? I’m not strong enough for an elephant now get out my face… you worthless prat.” He shouted at me “Where’s September?” I demanded, trying to ignore what he just said. I saw his body freeze. “You sick twat.” I shouted through tears. “WHERE’S MY DAUGHTER?” I screamed at him. He looked towards the shed which seconds later I was running to. I opened the door to see broken handcuffs, blood... I cried hopelessly. I grabbed my phone and started to dial 999. “What do you think you’re doing?” He said coming up from behind of me wacking my phone from my hands. He knocked me out, hitting me on the head with something heavy which I didn't have time to see what it was, and everything went black.

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