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Guardian Angel (Niall Horan One Shot)
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Katie never though her life could get any worse. She thought that things would get better when she met the love of her life; but it only got worse. She thought that after her she moved from the home she loved, after the bullying, after her mom’s accident, after her dad’s drinking, after the foster home, after the suffering, that she had hit rock bottom. She wanted to believe that things could only go up from there, but she got her hopes up too high…
This is the story of Katie Marie Johnson, and how her life got even sadder after she met Niall Horan…
Katie POV~
I sat with my head between my knees as I remembered why I was put in the God forsaken foster home. I thought my life was over when I moved from Mullingar, to a small town in Texas. Then I thought my life was over when I got bullied every day at my new school for my “stupid” accent. After that? I thought I hit rock my bottom when my mom had the accident…
Memory~~
I heard a ringing noise. It was so obnoxious, and I just wanted it to stop. I just listened to the screams around me as I kept my eyes closed, afraid of what I might see. The last thing I remember was laughing in the car with my mom at a stop light. We weren’t doing anything bad; just waiting for the light to go green. I had told her this joke that dad had told me earlier. It felt nice to laugh and have a real smile attached to my face. It’s rare that I have one of those nowadays. We continued to talk. This was the longest red light ever, I swear. I started to get uncomfortable and wanted to adjust my seatbelt. I un latched it and started to shuffle when I heard a large crash! I woke up in the street with scrapes on my face. I opened my eyes just in time to see the car explode…with mommy still inside… I closed my eyes trying to wake myself up from this terrible nightmare but this was real. I watched my mom die as I laid there alive and barely injured…
Back to reality~~
I wiped my tears as that awful memory came back into my head. After that I had thought that my life hit rock bottom when dad started drinking…Then I thought maybe it’ll get better after the first time he hit me, then the second…third…forth…then I just gave up hope. My life was meant to keep going downhill. I remember the day daddy got sent to prison and the child services woman took me away…
As I waited my last few days out in the foster home, my hope for a happy life just kept getting further and further from me. I turn 18 in 2 days and then I’m out of this place….
3 DAYS LATER~
I have been out of “hell” for a day now. I slept on the street last night. I begged for change and stole a blanket from a store. Now I’m sure I have hit rock bottom, please.
After a few days of living on the street something was looking up for me.
A beautiful young boy approached me while I begged for spare change. His eyes glowed like the stars that rose above my head every night. The intense blue was mesmerizing. Why was such a handsome man coming up to me?
“Now why is a beautiful girl like you siting on the side of the street?” He asked with a small smile on his face. “May I have a seat?” He asked politely and I obliged. He smelled like and angel and looked like one too.
We talked. Talked about my life, his life, there were tears shed…on both ends I might add. He just stayed with me all day until the sun started to set. He left me on the street feeling a since of warmth that I haven’t felt since… Since uh my m-mother died. His warmth was inviting and his laugh was infectious. I haven’t had someone care about my feelings or want to know about my life in years; it felt nice, really nice.
A few weeks later~~
Niall, the man’s name, has come to see me every day for the past few weeks. I feel weird saying this because I have never felt this feeling before but, I think in…falling in love. He is so sweet and genuine and reminds me of my mother. I wish I wasn’t so pathetic and could be there for him like he has been there for me, but I can’t. I wish I could walk out in the town with I’m wrapped around me, but I can’t. What would someone like him want with a pathetic, homeless, teenager like me? I just… I just thought that maybe he could feel the same, but on the other hand he is probably only doing this out of pitty. But how I wished it was for love.
3 months later~~
It has been 4 moths on the day, since Niall has been seeing me. He is he most wonderful person to me. He is like my little guardian angel.
“Katie? If I do something crazy will you freak out?” he asked with a bashful look on his face as he looked down at his feet, “Of course not.” I reassured him, and with that he kissed me. It took me a while to understand the situation, but when I did I kissed back. I have waiting for this moment for too long. His lips were so warm and sweet like candy. His warmth embraced me and I felt my heart flutter. The kiss was long and passionate. It was the one thing I needed to make my whole world flip upside down.
After another few hours of cuddling a stolen kisses, he left once again. Leaving me on the street covered in hi lingering heat…
The next day~~
I have been waiting for hours to see Niall, but he hasn’t come. He probably realized that yesterday was a mistake and he never wants to see me again.
I fell asleep that night with a tear stained face and a broken heart. The heartache triggered my nightmares to come back…
“DAD I’M SORRY PLEASE STOP!” *SMACK* “SHUT UP CHILD!” *SMACK* “WHAT DID I DO WRONG!” *SMACK* “YOU WERE BORN!” *SMACK* I fell to the ground as my sobs filled the now silent room. I heard my father suck in something vile and then it hit me, literally. He spit on me. “You’re werthless, ya kner thert?!” He slurred in my ear. He was drunk again; like every night. He spit on me once again as he left the house slamming the door behind him. I just laid there, blood seeping from my cheek, and bruises forming all over my face…
I shot up panting. I just had an awful dream about the first time my so called daddy hit me. I was breathing heavily as the tears streamed down my face.
Something caught my eye as my tears dried. It was a letter. I picked it up. It’s for me? I opened it with shaky finger and read the neat handwriting…
Dear Katie,
It’s Niall. Please don’t hate me for not coming yesterday. I am so sorry. I wanted to so bad, and that kiss we shared only made me fall more in love with you. I am sorry I have to tell you this through a letter…but I am dying… I didn’t want tell you and have you worry about me. I have Neuronal ceroid lipofuscinoses (NCL). The type I have is called Batten's disease. I got it when I was 3. People with this disease usual die around their early 20’s, so I’m right on track I guess. The reason I never invited you to stay with me at my house was because most nights I suffer from vision loss and seizures. I miss you so much and I wish I wasn’t dying, but I am. I am writing this to you from my death bed, and by the time it gets to you I will be dead. I only have a few hours left, and I am spending them trying to tell you how much I love you in one letter, because I do, very much. I wish we had more time together, because if I could live I would spend every day of my life with you by my side. I remember when you told my about your past and how your life would never get better, well I can say it will now. I know you probably think I’m just some crazy sick man but I have a good reason. Your life will get better now because you have me to be your guardian angel…
I love you to heaven and back,
~ Your Guardian Angel
I read the letter over and over again as tears fell from my eyes once again. I looked up to the sky and spoke to Niall. “I will make my life get better. For you…for my mother…and mainly for myself…thank you my lovely guardian angel…”
Katie never though her life could get any worse. She thought that things would get better when she met the love of her life; but it only got worse. She thought that after her she moved from the home she loved, after the bullying, after her mom’s accident, after her dad’s drinking, after the foster home, after the suffering, that she had hit rock bottom. She wanted to believe that things could only go up from there, but she got her hopes up too high…
This is the story of Katie Marie Johnson, and how her life got even sadder after she met Niall Horan…
Katie POV~
I sat with my head between my knees as I remembered why I was put in the God forsaken foster home. I thought my life was over when I moved from Mullingar, to a small town in Texas. Then I thought my life was over when I got bullied every day at my new school for my “stupid” accent. After that? I thought I hit rock my bottom when my mom had the accident…
Memory~~
I heard a ringing noise. It was so obnoxious, and I just wanted it to stop. I just listened to the screams around me as I kept my eyes closed, afraid of what I might see. The last thing I remember was laughing in the car with my mom at a stop light. We weren’t doing anything bad; just waiting for the light to go green. I had told her this joke that dad had told me earlier. It felt nice to laugh and have a real smile attached to my face. It’s rare that I have one of those nowadays. We continued to talk. This was the longest red light ever, I swear. I started to get uncomfortable and wanted to adjust my seatbelt. I un latched it and started to shuffle when I heard a large crash! I woke up in the street with scrapes on my face. I opened my eyes just in time to see the car explode…with mommy still inside… I closed my eyes trying to wake myself up from this terrible nightmare but this was real. I watched my mom die as I laid there alive and barely injured…
Back to reality~~
I wiped my tears as that awful memory came back into my head. After that I had thought that my life hit rock bottom when dad started drinking…Then I thought maybe it’ll get better after the first time he hit me, then the second…third…forth…then I just gave up hope. My life was meant to keep going downhill. I remember the day daddy got sent to prison and the child services woman took me away…
As I waited my last few days out in the foster home, my hope for a happy life just kept getting further and further from me. I turn 18 in 2 days and then I’m out of this place….
3 DAYS LATER~
I have been out of “hell” for a day now. I slept on the street last night. I begged for change and stole a blanket from a store. Now I’m sure I have hit rock bottom, please.
After a few days of living on the street something was looking up for me.
A beautiful young boy approached me while I begged for spare change. His eyes glowed like the stars that rose above my head every night. The intense blue was mesmerizing. Why was such a handsome man coming up to me?
“Now why is a beautiful girl like you siting on the side of the street?” He asked with a small smile on his face. “May I have a seat?” He asked politely and I obliged. He smelled like and angel and looked like one too.
We talked. Talked about my life, his life, there were tears shed…on both ends I might add. He just stayed with me all day until the sun started to set. He left me on the street feeling a since of warmth that I haven’t felt since… Since uh my m-mother died. His warmth was inviting and his laugh was infectious. I haven’t had someone care about my feelings or want to know about my life in years; it felt nice, really nice.
A few weeks later~~
Niall, the man’s name, has come to see me every day for the past few weeks. I feel weird saying this because I have never felt this feeling before but, I think in…falling in love. He is so sweet and genuine and reminds me of my mother. I wish I wasn’t so pathetic and could be there for him like he has been there for me, but I can’t. I wish I could walk out in the town with I’m wrapped around me, but I can’t. What would someone like him want with a pathetic, homeless, teenager like me? I just… I just thought that maybe he could feel the same, but on the other hand he is probably only doing this out of pitty. But how I wished it was for love.
3 months later~~
It has been 4 moths on the day, since Niall has been seeing me. He is he most wonderful person to me. He is like my little guardian angel.
“Katie? If I do something crazy will you freak out?” he asked with a bashful look on his face as he looked down at his feet, “Of course not.” I reassured him, and with that he kissed me. It took me a while to understand the situation, but when I did I kissed back. I have waiting for this moment for too long. His lips were so warm and sweet like candy. His warmth embraced me and I felt my heart flutter. The kiss was long and passionate. It was the one thing I needed to make my whole world flip upside down.
After another few hours of cuddling a stolen kisses, he left once again. Leaving me on the street covered in hi lingering heat…
The next day~~
I have been waiting for hours to see Niall, but he hasn’t come. He probably realized that yesterday was a mistake and he never wants to see me again.
I fell asleep that night with a tear stained face and a broken heart. The heartache triggered my nightmares to come back…
“DAD I’M SORRY PLEASE STOP!” *SMACK* “SHUT UP CHILD!” *SMACK* “WHAT DID I DO WRONG!” *SMACK* “YOU WERE BORN!” *SMACK* I fell to the ground as my sobs filled the now silent room. I heard my father suck in something vile and then it hit me, literally. He spit on me. “You’re werthless, ya kner thert?!” He slurred in my ear. He was drunk again; like every night. He spit on me once again as he left the house slamming the door behind him. I just laid there, blood seeping from my cheek, and bruises forming all over my face…
I shot up panting. I just had an awful dream about the first time my so called daddy hit me. I was breathing heavily as the tears streamed down my face.
Something caught my eye as my tears dried. It was a letter. I picked it up. It’s for me? I opened it with shaky finger and read the neat handwriting…
Dear Katie,
It’s Niall. Please don’t hate me for not coming yesterday. I am so sorry. I wanted to so bad, and that kiss we shared only made me fall more in love with you. I am sorry I have to tell you this through a letter…but I am dying… I didn’t want tell you and have you worry about me. I have Neuronal ceroid lipofuscinoses (NCL). The type I have is called Batten's disease. I got it when I was 3. People with this disease usual die around their early 20’s, so I’m right on track I guess. The reason I never invited you to stay with me at my house was because most nights I suffer from vision loss and seizures. I miss you so much and I wish I wasn’t dying, but I am. I am writing this to you from my death bed, and by the time it gets to you I will be dead. I only have a few hours left, and I am spending them trying to tell you how much I love you in one letter, because I do, very much. I wish we had more time together, because if I could live I would spend every day of my life with you by my side. I remember when you told my about your past and how your life would never get better, well I can say it will now. I know you probably think I’m just some crazy sick man but I have a good reason. Your life will get better now because you have me to be your guardian angel…
I love you to heaven and back,
~ Your Guardian Angel
I read the letter over and over again as tears fell from my eyes once again. I looked up to the sky and spoke to Niall. “I will make my life get better. For you…for my mother…and mainly for myself…thank you my lovely guardian angel…”
Notes
Ok sorry if you cried. If you haven't noticed by now sad one shots are my specialty and a lot of people asked for sad ones, so sorry if i keep making you cry... :)This one shot is dedicated to Katie ( give me time and a crayon ) I really hope you like it.
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Bye...for now... (sorry for making you cry...again...)
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2/1/17