Something Great

Nicole has grown up in North America on the East coast ever since she was born. She had long brown hair that met the middle of her back and brown/caramel eyes. Her life was pretty good in America. Good grades and she was in a great school. But when she turned 13 everything changed. Her dad got fired from his job. It has always been just her and her dad. Her mom took her brother to some place she was never told about when she was born. Nicole never knew why she wasn't aloud to know though. Nicole was taken to London when she found out her father got fired. He said something about a new start. He had a terrible new start. Her father used to be loving and caring but ever since he got fired he got into drugs, cigarettes, alcohol; the works. Nicole has worked multiple jobs ever since her dad has started all this. She has to pay for everything he wants. When her father goes over the edge one night and sends Nicole out onto the streets, what will happen to her? Will she ever be happy? Will a certain guy come into the picture?


9. chapter 9

Chapter 9

Nicole's P.O.V.

I hopped out of the car as soon as I saw the house. I wasn't running for my dad, I was running for my guitar or at least my pick.

As I heard the guys behind me yelling at me to stop, I reached the front steps. There was a file there. A note on it said

Who ever finds this,

Find my daughter Nicole and give her these files about her real mom. I set my house on fire and shot myself soon afterword......

Then it said some crap that I couldn't read because hey, the guy was probably totally buzzed when he wrote this.

I looked up at my house as I felt the heat hit my face. I saw the door wasn't being touched by the flames just yet so I pushed open the door and instantly felt like I was on fire. I even checked myself to make sure. I wasn't though.

I saw the steps had little flames on them. But the doorway next to them had flames everywhere. That was the living room was here my guitar and pick was.

I ran without thinking about the heat into the room. I couldn't even see the fireplace. It was absolutely covered in flames. My case was no where in sight until I saw the neck of the guitar underneath the burning couch.

What is wrong with my dad? He literally piled all the furniture on top of each other and burned it. The flames had already attacked the neck of it. It was gone. My most favorite thing in the world was gone. There's no hope in looking for my pick in this.

I felt a hand grab my arm forcefully.

"Nicole! We have to get out now! Zayn already called for help but we have to get out now!" Niall looked at me with urgency in his eyes. I nodded in understanding and ran out of the house holding on to Niall's hand leading the way quickly.

Before I went all the way to the car I grabbed the file on the front step. My mom. Is he just messing with me? He was probably drunk but, hey, when you're drunk you tell the truth, right?

When we reached the car Liam pulled me into a tight hug, "don't ever run into a burning building ever again, do you hear me Nicole?" He said relieved.

I nodded as I coughed up some smoke from the house.

Soon after he let me go, Louis gave me a huge hug. Why do they care so much? I met these guys yesterday. Harry joined in on the hug too.

When they let go Niall grabbed my shoulder so I faced him.

"You aren't hurt or burned anywhere are you?" He asked while looking at my arms and face.

"Nah I'm fine just my throat but I'm fine."

He seem okay with my answer so he just nodded and let me go.

We watched the flames slowly take away my home. I don't know why I'm calling it my home though. You should like and feel safe in your home. I never did. But this was my only home I've ever lived in since my nice, large home in America that I was torn away from as well as my few good friends.

It wasn't long until we heard sirens coming down the street. The head fire guy came to me and checked me over. He said I was okay and I didn't need anything, just drink water to try to clear my throat. Not much but good enough for me.

They asked us who set the fire or if we knew anything and I just handed over the note that I found. The guy read it over but squinted his eyes when he saw my dad's buzzed handwriting. When he handed it back to me he just shook his head and walked over to the other guy who was helping with the hose.

The guys and I just stood there wondering when we could leave. I didn't really want to stay here. The smoke was getting to me.

When the fire guy came back over he said, "You all can go. There is no chance for this house at all. If we find anything we can save we will give you a call. Do you have a number we can contact you at?"

With me not having a phone I just look at my hands.

Niall spoke up and said, "Oh yeah my number is 658-3694."

I felt a surge of thankfulness that I had Niall with me.

Niall looked down at me with a smile and I gratefully returned it.

As the man made a note of his number he said goodbye and went back to his team.

I turned to look at my house one last time and then walked forwards the car with the others.

I had to sit on Niall's lap again.....hey, I'm not complaining though.

"So......" Zayn started.

"Are you okay Nic?" Niall asked softly as he rubbed my arm.

I turned to Niall with a smile that he called me Nic and nodded my head, "I just don't have clothes now." And I shrugged.

"Oh.My.Gawd. We have to go shopping!" Louis said in a high girly voice very loudly I might add. He always knows how to lighten the situation without making it awkward.

I laughed along with the others as Liam started the car. We started driving....wait, where are we going?

"Hey, Li, where are we goin?" I asked.



Liam laughed, "No but we are going to the mall to get you some clothes."


"Yeah you need clothes."

"I don't want you guys to pay those high prices for me!"

"Nicole, a couple things, one, you said you would let us help you. And two, we really don't have a trouble paying for those prices."

He was right with that.

"Fine lets go to the mall losers."

"Yaaayyyyyy!" Louis and the guys chorused in all girly voices.

I laughed along with them as we rode along.

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