Espy
Chapter 3
Niall's POV:
I set her down in front of me, very gently. Then I took her hand and walked her out of the allyway and down the street.
"OH MY GOD IT'S NIALL HORAN!" Screamed a girl and suddenly I was surrounded by teenage girls begging me for autographs and hugging me. They were squishing Espy, and normally I wouldn't have minded, but this was my daughter. And I had only just found out she existed.
I picked her up and she wrapped her arms and legs around me again, burrying her face in my shoulder. I knew instantly that she was terrified of all the fans because I could feel her tears through my shirt.
I patted her on the back with one hand and supported her underneath with my other arm, slowly forcing my way through the crowd of girl and into the nearby bagel shop.
The owner of the shop recognized me instantly and greeted me with smiles. His wait staff were fighting back the mass of girls and calling police for extra help.
I sat down at the corner table, Espy sitting next to me.
"I believe your famous now," she whispered, rubbing her fists into her eyes to clear them.
I chucked. "That's good."
I couldn't stop staring at her. Where was Essy? Had she died? Was that why her daughter had been put up for adoption?
"Tell me about yourself," I begged.
"I live in a foster home," she said unnecessarily. "I've been there as long as I can remember. Dunno who my mom and dad are. My foster mom is very mean and my foster dad is never home."
"Do you go to school?" I asked.
"I go..." she said slowly. "I don't like it. The big kids are mean to me."
I patted her on the back. "You'll get big one day," I said gently. "Then they won't touch you."
She nodded.
"Is there any way I could speak to your foster mom? To find out more about your parents?"
Espy stood up and held out her hand. "I take you to them. My house isn't but two blocks form here."
I allowed her to lead me out of the shop. We hadn't gotten bagels but I wasn't really concerned. The police had cleared the gathering of girls. A few still remained outside the shop and insisted on escorting me down the street to Espy's house.
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I stood behind the little girl, still admiring her beautiful hair as she knocked on the door.
"Mama, I'm home!" she called.
Someone came storming towards the door and flung it open.
"WHERE WERE YOU?" Screamed a woman. "YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO COME HOME RIGHT WAY AND DO THE DISH-"
She stopped when she glanced up and saw me. He mouth fell open.
"Niall... Horan..." She breathed. "Come in, sweetie," she said to Espy, in a much sweeter tone. "I've just made cookies. You can have some."
Espy raised her eyebrows in a skeptical way, but said nothing. I laughed. She looked just like her mother when...
Flashback: (Niall's POV)
She had raised her eyebrows at me.
"Niall you can't be serious," she said, looking skeptical. "We have to finish our homework."
"Let's just watch TV for a little while," I begged, sticking out my bottom lip. "Pleaseeeeeee."
She laughed. "Niall Horan," she said in a mock stern tone. "No TV until your homework is done."
I laughed. She smiled at me and winked, walking over to sit beside me on the couch. I reached for the TV remote and flipped it on. I looked at her. She had leaned her head into my chest, closing her eyes.
How could I have been so lucky? I thought. She was so perfect. I kissed her head and her soft pink lips curved into the smallest of smiles.
Nothing else seemed to matter anymore. She was my whole world. I'd never let her go.
I jerked out of my flashback. The foster mother had lead my into the living room and handed me a cup of coffee.
She had been jabbering away at how much she loved One Direction and how she knew all the lyrics to all the songs.
"I even-"
"How do I contact the adoption agency?" I asked cutting her off.
"What?" She asked, seeming surprised, and slightly put off. "Why?"
"I want to find out more about Espy."
The woman rolled her eyes. "There's nothing to learn. All they told me when I got her was the mother was a teenage pregnancy, didn't want the baby, and wouldn't contact the father to see if he wanted custody. The girl's a nightmare. Just sits outside all day, weaving flowers. She sings all the time, not any songs though. Just sings wordlessly. Like humming with her mouth open. But it's weird if you ask me. She's up at two A.M.-"
"How could I adopt her?" I asked abruptly.
The woman's eyes widened. "The girl is nightmare! And your a world famous musician. You don't even have a girlfriend! Your going on tour in a few months for you next album. What do you want a child for? Zayn Malik's engaged and he's not adopting random children he finds on the streets-"
"She's not just a random child," I said forcefully standing up. "She's my daughter."
I set her down in front of me, very gently. Then I took her hand and walked her out of the allyway and down the street.
"OH MY GOD IT'S NIALL HORAN!" Screamed a girl and suddenly I was surrounded by teenage girls begging me for autographs and hugging me. They were squishing Espy, and normally I wouldn't have minded, but this was my daughter. And I had only just found out she existed.
I picked her up and she wrapped her arms and legs around me again, burrying her face in my shoulder. I knew instantly that she was terrified of all the fans because I could feel her tears through my shirt.
I patted her on the back with one hand and supported her underneath with my other arm, slowly forcing my way through the crowd of girl and into the nearby bagel shop.
The owner of the shop recognized me instantly and greeted me with smiles. His wait staff were fighting back the mass of girls and calling police for extra help.
I sat down at the corner table, Espy sitting next to me.
"I believe your famous now," she whispered, rubbing her fists into her eyes to clear them.
I chucked. "That's good."
I couldn't stop staring at her. Where was Essy? Had she died? Was that why her daughter had been put up for adoption?
"Tell me about yourself," I begged.
"I live in a foster home," she said unnecessarily. "I've been there as long as I can remember. Dunno who my mom and dad are. My foster mom is very mean and my foster dad is never home."
"Do you go to school?" I asked.
"I go..." she said slowly. "I don't like it. The big kids are mean to me."
I patted her on the back. "You'll get big one day," I said gently. "Then they won't touch you."
She nodded.
"Is there any way I could speak to your foster mom? To find out more about your parents?"
Espy stood up and held out her hand. "I take you to them. My house isn't but two blocks form here."
I allowed her to lead me out of the shop. We hadn't gotten bagels but I wasn't really concerned. The police had cleared the gathering of girls. A few still remained outside the shop and insisted on escorting me down the street to Espy's house.
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I stood behind the little girl, still admiring her beautiful hair as she knocked on the door.
"Mama, I'm home!" she called.
Someone came storming towards the door and flung it open.
"WHERE WERE YOU?" Screamed a woman. "YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO COME HOME RIGHT WAY AND DO THE DISH-"
She stopped when she glanced up and saw me. He mouth fell open.
"Niall... Horan..." She breathed. "Come in, sweetie," she said to Espy, in a much sweeter tone. "I've just made cookies. You can have some."
Espy raised her eyebrows in a skeptical way, but said nothing. I laughed. She looked just like her mother when...
Flashback: (Niall's POV)
She had raised her eyebrows at me.
"Niall you can't be serious," she said, looking skeptical. "We have to finish our homework."
"Let's just watch TV for a little while," I begged, sticking out my bottom lip. "Pleaseeeeeee."
She laughed. "Niall Horan," she said in a mock stern tone. "No TV until your homework is done."
I laughed. She smiled at me and winked, walking over to sit beside me on the couch. I reached for the TV remote and flipped it on. I looked at her. She had leaned her head into my chest, closing her eyes.
How could I have been so lucky? I thought. She was so perfect. I kissed her head and her soft pink lips curved into the smallest of smiles.
Nothing else seemed to matter anymore. She was my whole world. I'd never let her go.
I jerked out of my flashback. The foster mother had lead my into the living room and handed me a cup of coffee.
She had been jabbering away at how much she loved One Direction and how she knew all the lyrics to all the songs.
"I even-"
"How do I contact the adoption agency?" I asked cutting her off.
"What?" She asked, seeming surprised, and slightly put off. "Why?"
"I want to find out more about Espy."
The woman rolled her eyes. "There's nothing to learn. All they told me when I got her was the mother was a teenage pregnancy, didn't want the baby, and wouldn't contact the father to see if he wanted custody. The girl's a nightmare. Just sits outside all day, weaving flowers. She sings all the time, not any songs though. Just sings wordlessly. Like humming with her mouth open. But it's weird if you ask me. She's up at two A.M.-"
"How could I adopt her?" I asked abruptly.
The woman's eyes widened. "The girl is nightmare! And your a world famous musician. You don't even have a girlfriend! Your going on tour in a few months for you next album. What do you want a child for? Zayn Malik's engaged and he's not adopting random children he finds on the streets-"
"She's not just a random child," I said forcefully standing up. "She's my daughter."
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2/20/15