New Life

Little Crystal , has had a rough life , even at the young age of 12 . With not knowing either parent she grew up in an orphanage , with only one friend way older than her. Niall Horan. He volunteered at the orphanage since Crystal was one and they connected instantly. But Niall loses contact with her when he goes to addition for X Factor. One Mistake brought them back together , what happens to Crystal now in her New Life ?

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16. School and Hair

*A week later*

Prince Jake's p.o.v

I watched her turn the page to a book she has deeply been invested in. It seemed like the sun beamed down on her concentrated face perfectly. She sat Indian Style on my bed with the book in her lap , and her head dipped down, giving her the perfect view of the book. I walked over to her and couldn't help but kiss her craned neck. Her head shot up and her eyes darted around the room. Finally, her eyes settled on mine.

"Jake, why'd you do that? It was just getting good!" Crystal's adorable mixed accent rang through my ears. She huffed in annoyance when I didn't answer and picked up her book once more.

I walked around the bed and sat directly behind her. I got onto my knees and kissed her shoulder.

She huffed again, but this time not tearing her eyes away from the book. "Go away" She spoke in clear annoyance.

"Well isn't someone a Clammy Carly ?" I teased poking her back. She looked up and turned her head to me, with a look of confusion on her face.

"Don't you mean Crabby Carly?" She questioned. Shit. Is it?

"You know what I meant" I accused poking her cheek. She just rolled her eyes, and continued her book. Game time.

I ran around the king sized bed once more but this time ripping the book from her hands and tossing it , laying down and replacing the space on her lap with my head.

"Hey! I was reading that!" She pouted playfully slapping my cheek. Oww. I grabbed her hand and planted a soft kiss on it.

"I sorry" I jutted my lip out to help with my baby voice.

"I don't even know what page I was on!" She ranted , ignoring my attempt.

"I said sorry " I reminded her kissing her soft hand once more. She sighed in defeat.

"It's okay " She smiled looking down at me. Her light brown , frizzy hair cloaked around our faces. She bent down and kissed my lips lightly. I couldn't help but smile because of the little contact. She sat up and pushed her hair away. Removing the mini curtain.

"My hair is so annoying ! Jake do you happen to have a hair tie?" She asked. I nodded and got up to get the hair majiggy.

I grabbed it and a brush the maid uses to fix my hair. I returned to the bed to see a struggling Crystal. I bent down and kissed her cheek, pulling her hands out of her hair gently.

"Your hair is beautiful , just like you " I whispered before kissing her cheek once more. I captured her glance and held eye contact with her. She was so beautiful , she just didn't know it. She turned her head away, breaking the contact. I could see her blushing furiously. I felt my lips ps curve into a smile.

I moved to the top of the bed , where about a million pillows were located, and leaned against them.

"C'mere ,Beautiful" I spoke softly motioning for here to come to me. She crawled over and sat between my legs. Not in a sexual way , in a way a daughter would to her father. She leaned against me and got comfortable.

I brought the brush to her unique hair. Her hair flowed throughout the brush as water would through a screen, smoothly. She sighed and got closer as I brushed her lovely hair. I kissed her cheek again , just because I knew she loved it.

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About two hours of us just talking , and me brushing he now silky hair, I decided to put her hair up, in a bow. I think I did it right. One of the maids daughters did it and showed me how to , using her hair of course;by the time I finished and got it right , she was sleep.

"Come on, Princess. We have school tomorrow." I kissed her forehead , shaking her gently. She wouldn't budge. Well if she is asleep who am am I to wake her. I laid us down and kissed her lips softly. I grabbed her waist and pulled her closer to me, snuggling my face into her hair.

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*3 days earlier (Friday)*

Crystal p.o.v.

"Daddy, I'm sorry , but I am not going to a private school , with snooty ass rich people , not to mention I am only 12. Me being a freshmen is horrible. When I took that test yesterday, I didn't know it was a placement test for a bloody school,I am going to breath now-" I cut myself off inhaling a lung full. And started back where I was. "Plus you just got out of the hospital and I don't think it's a good Idea to have 3 older doofuses and one younger one taking care of you." I finished my rant panting. My rant was followed by a chorus of 'hey's' and disagreements. I gave them an apologetic smile and they nodded.

"Crystal Amy-Anne Horan, you are going to school in the grade you have been placed and that's final. I am your father , you will not take that tone with me , or use such words. What I say goes." There was a brutal edge to his loud voice that made me cower back in fear and hurt. I nodded and just looked out the window and watched the trees, and houses pass.

Maybe if he just asked why I didn't, he would understand. I heard him huff , but no sound except the car stopping.

" Shorty I-" I cut him off unlocking the door

"It's fine you are my father and what you say goes , just like at the orphanage." I whispered the last part , my heart clenching. To say my feelings were hurt would be an understatement. It hurt so much.

"Crystal I-" He tried once more. I opened the door and stepped out.

A tear fell onto my jacket, well Jake's jacket. I hadn't even noticed I was crying. I wiped my eyes with the sleeve.

"It's fine Mrs.Parks always said a lady needs her education, respect, and a light tone. " I spoke about the painful memory, trying not to let the sound of me crying escape. I got out of the car , leaving it open for him.

I rushed into the house to see a welcome home party going on. I ignored it and just ran to my room. I slammed the door shut locking it. All the pain and hurt from the orphanage came rushing in the form of tears. It felt, like it had been hours,of my continuously crying my eyes out.

Everyone who knocked on the door I told to go away, even Zayn, but a softer lighter knock came to the door. I sniffled. Everyone had came except the one person I really wanted to understand.

"Who is it?" I croaked.

"I-It's me, Niall." He spoke through the door. There was a hint of something in his tone. Sorrow maybe?

"Go away" I croaked a bit louder.

" Will you at least talk to me? Please " He pleaded. I got up and shuffled to the door unlocking it quietly. I shuffled back to the bed and curled back up.

"Come in" I spoke loud enough for him to hear. I heard the door open and close. Then I heard a sniffle. I felt the bed dip and two arms pick me up. I was smashed into a chest face first.

"Baby girl, I am so sorry, I didn't mean to remind you of that horrid place, or that horrid woman. I don't even know why you don't wanna go , I didn't even ask. God I am such a terrible dad. I shouldn't have raised my voice at you. It wasn't,right -" He cut himself off with sobs into my shoulder. "I am so sorry " He cried into me. I kissed his cheek and gave him a huge Horan hug. Everyone needs one every once in a while. I felt his arms wrap around me tighter.

"I love you so much." He whispered into my ear. His voice held so much sincerity and honesty in it. I smiled.

"I love you too Dad." Held me if possible , tighter.

" Why don't you wanna go to school?"

"I won't fit in there. Private school means rich kids. Private high school means rich older kids. And not to mention my skin color. I have latin and african american roots. Irish and British are just extra. My grandfather was from Puerto Rico , born in Mexico. My grandmother was Italian born in Ireland. And my dumb accent. My age , height , style. Snotty people. I really want to keep my Vans and Converse , I want to keep my jeans and hoodies. I don't want to be forced to become someone I am not." I admitted. I hadn't realized he pulled back until I finished. He had tear stains on his cheek and his eyes were red.

"We can go around the rules. It says shorts and jean wear is prohibited. Only skirts , dresses and slacks. Navy blue or plaid bottoms. White polo styled shirts. The school vest must be worn at all times. Solid black or red backpacks. Black, white and red shoes only. There isn't a specific gender. We can bend them. You can wear a cotton navy or plaid pants, in skinny jean form. The vests can be transformed into a hoodie. You can still wear you shoes. You can wear Nike's , Jordan's, Tom's , Converse, Vans, Whatever you want. You can wear whatever belt and accessories you want. We got this. " His speech left me in momentary shock. Once his words sunk in I shot up like I rocket.

"Only snippers you are right. I can!" I exploded in excitement. I practically leaped into his arms again. "Thank you"

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