The Sister

When Niall gets his sister a ticket to come and see him in London, and the plane crashes what will happen when he thinks his sister is dead?


3. Chapter 3

So I'm sitting here waiting for Angel knowing that the flight should be here any minute. I'm so excited I'm jumping up and down in my seat. "Niall calm down she"ll be here soon."Harry said, clearly noticing my anxiousness "I cant to excited, I get to see my little Angel food cake again. Speaking of that she is my sister and we should have a lot of food waiting for her at home." They all just started laughing at me. "Niall does she want that or do you want that?" Liam questioned. "Both" I answered to no one because they all were still laughing. 

We waited there for another hour before we finally all walked up to a lady behind the ticket desk. "Umm excuse me ma'am? My sister's flight was supposed to arrive an hour ago, did it not take off till latter?" Her face immediately turned from her obviously usually scowl to one of remorse. "Was the flight she was on flight 152 from Mullingar?" "Umm, yea that's what it says here. Why?" "I'm so sorry sir that plane has crashed. They're sending rescuers for survivors as we speak." I couldn't believe what she just said. It can't be true. The plane didn't crash. I fell to my knees no longer able to stand, curled up in a ball, and waited for this nightmare to be over.

I woke up on my bed still tired and hungry. I didn't remember coming to bed. Suddenly everything came flooding back, and I felt a single tear run down my cheek. I walked down the stairs and was met by the boys who all had red eyes, and weren't talking. I sat down across the room and they all looked up. "Hey Niall if you want I can make some pancakes for breakfast." He said clearly trying to cheer me up. But for the first time in years, I didn't feel like eating. "No thanks. I'm not hungry." I put my head down but felt all of their eyes on me. After awhile I couldn't take it anymore. I got up and ran up the stairs to my room, slamming the door closed after me. I could hear them pounding on my door but I didn't bother answering it. It wouldn't make any difference until I knew if my sister was alive or not. I slid down the door until I was sitting. I put my knees to my chest and cried. I cried till I had no more tears left, and even then I didn't move. It has been hours and gradually the pounding haas stopped. This is all my fault. I put her on that plane. My little sister might be dead, and it's all my fault. I hate myself for doing this to her. I just want my Angel ba....

My thoughts were interrupted by my phone ringing an unknown number. Normally I would have ignored it but YOLO.

"Hello" I said my voice cracking at the end. "Hello this is Dr. Robins at Good Times Hospital, is this Niall Horan." I couldn't comprehend what he was saying. "Yes, what can I do for you?" "Your sister was admitted here yesterday after a plane crash and we wanted to inform you that you could visit her."

I dropped the phone and ran downstairs yelling at the top of my lungs that my baby sister was alright. I can finally breath again.

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