The Irish One

Many people say that fate is a myth, not real, and only you can blaze your path. The say that fate only happens in Shakespeare. They say that fate is unrealistic, and I had something to do with the way my life turned out. Well, you know what? Not in my story because in my story, fate is very much real. Fate likes to play it's sick jokes every now and then just let me know that I am not dead, but not very much alive. Fate likes to play these silly games; it is toying with me. It enjoys building me up just so it can watch me shatter. I suppose you could say that Fate is a person, but at the same time, not really there.
Another thing I would like to add, if I may, this is really hard for me. I know what you are thinking. "Why is a girl like you getting ready to tell me her story?" Well, this is not easy. I almost didn't show up. But I wanted to get the rumors cleared up and the tell the real story. What you have all heard, isn't really true. That's not even half of it. I think that it's about time to tell you all the truth. I am only here to give you my side of the story.
My name is Avaline Nanishka Saenger, but my friends call me AJ, I feel as though I should at least tell you my name since I'm going to be telling you my story, not that knowing it matters much anyway. The only reason why my first name is Avaline is because my mother was in love with this old black and white movie. And, maybe you have already guessed, it was about a woman Avaline. And Nanishka because of on my father's side, his mother was Russian, however the rest of his family is German. Figures, right? But I don't let anyone call me by my first name. I am half American and Essencially German and obviously my mum was the American one. She grew up in Connecticut, I think. How did they meet? Well, my father was doing a language exchange program from Saarbrücken, Germany for a academic year in America and he met my mum. Things just kind of went on from there.
I would have never chosen this path for myself. In fact, I tried to run the opposite way, but fate had something else in mind for me. "You will find the greatest love imaginable, and forever the two of you shall be inseparable." Those words were promised to me by fate, itself. I had to go through toils and snares, I have gotten bumps and bruises, rips in my paper heart and a few cracks in the walls of my glass house, yet I survived it all. I had no other choice but to walk the path that fate had chosen for me, and when I think about it now... I wouldn't have it any other way.
"...Avaline, I am sorry but, we can not keep having these issues. Other student's safety is just as important as yours, but there have been more complaint's about you and. . . I'm terribly sorry."
"No, you don't understand, I'm not the one with the issues here... Why are you going to take their word over mine? They-" I pleaded. The headmistress simply shook her head and frowned.
"I have given you more chances than the University should have allowed, and we have seen no progress with your Miss Saenger. Again, I am sorry, we have to withdraw your scholarship."
I nodded and rose to my feet. I did not say another word to her as I left her office. What was there to say? I failed. I flunked out. I'm done.
I didn't bother to call John, my father, to come pick me up. I couldn't find it in me to face him just yet. I wanted some time to myself to process all of this first, then figure out how to explain it all to him. So I took a walk. I made my way down the marble steps and out the door and just walked. I put my hands in pockets and mindlessly strolled down the sidewalk and allowed my subconscious mind take control of my feet. I had no Idea where I was going, and I didn't really care where I ended up. I couldn't face anyone yet. I wanted to be alone. I found myself walking along an old, weather-beaten road that was completely void of any sign of use. From the looks of it, it was probably once the old main highway before the new roads were built about a decade ago.
I've been sick for so long, off and on, and had missed so many days that they just gave up on me?!
I couldn't handle it anymore. I fell to the ground and began tremble. I do not cry, I don't know how to. I can't. The sky was grey and clouded and drained the surrounding area of all its colour- which was exactly how I felt. I felt lifeless and drained. "What am I supposed to do now?" I asked myself. My trembling would not stop. My shuttering breaths quickened as I tried to keep all emotion inside of me, but it was threatening to burst at any given moment. I was kneeling in the gravel by the side of the road, my arms wrapped around my body in attempt to comfort myself. Then the British showers began to fall, which only made me feel worse.
Freckleton has always been known for unpredictable whether, but in this moment, it seemed almost expected.
Then I heard a new sound. One that I didn't expect to hear: a car. I found it odd. No one takes this road anymore. I tried to stand up and continue to walk again, but my legs refused to support me. My legs gave out from under me and I found myself, once again, colliding onto the graveled shoulder. The car continued to approach, Its headlights reflecting off the descending raindrops and partly blinded me. But, just as I thought they would keep on going and hopefully not even see my disheveled figure, the car slowed and the engine was cut. Someone rolled down a window. "Are you OK?" a voice called to me. I did not answer. Perhaps they could be talking to someone else, not like there was anyone else here for them to talk to.
I heard the first voice mutter something and then the passenger door opened. Two male figures [from what I could tell in this blinding rain] hopped out of the car and made their way over to me.
"Help me get her inside." said another, more deeper voice. They both sounded British. Next thing I knew, I felt two arms wrap around me and help to my feet and brought me inside the SUV. I was wrapped up in a thin blanket as the other two climbed back in after me.
"Who are you?" asked the first voice.
"Are you hurt?" asked different voice, this one was a little higher than the first two.
"If God is planning on killing me then why doesn't he just get it over with, already?!" I demanded, not really even caring that these were strangers that surrounded me. I used the blanket to wipe the water from my vision and saw five faces that surrounded me- five boy faces, that is. Great, now I probably just looked crazy, I thought to myself.
"What...?" said the deep-voice. He had curly brown hair and green eyes.
"N-nothing." I mumbled.
The one in the driver's seat looked up in the rear-view mirror. "What were you doing out there?"
"Failing to find the meaning of life." I answered, almost bitterly.
"Well, we can not just let you walk in this rain, it would be violating the knight's code of honour." explained a blue-eyed, fringe-haired boy. I rolled my eyes at them. I do not need help.
"Who do you all think you are, anyway?"
"Harry." said the first, wringing out his brown curls.
"Louis." piped fringe-boy [who happened to be on my right].
"Liam." grinned the boy riding shot gun.
"I'm Zayn." waved the one with the darker skin.
"Niall," laughed the blonde.
"Ok..." I shrugged. The five boys turned to me, their eyes studying me almost expectantly.
"Well...?" began Liam.
"Well what?" countered I.
"Aren't you going to fan or something?" he asked me, concern etching his sharp features.
"No...?"
"You don't know us." Louis said, well more like asked, sounding slightly offended, almost. 'What did I do wrong now?' I wondered to myself.
"No, I don't. We've already been over this," I said.
The five exchanged glances between one another, like they were having a serious debate.
"It's OK, we're ju- it doesn't really matter, anyway.. could you tell us how to get back on 55?"
I took a deep inhale and let it out slowly. "I'm sorry, but I have to go." As I was about to open the door, Niall had turned around in his seat grabbed me by my forearm. This kid just touched me, I thought. I glanced down at the boy's hand that was placed on my arm and back up and narrowed my hazel eyes at him. "Could you not?" I said. His hand lingered there for a moment longer before pulling away quickly. I am not your typical girl. I do not do dresses, I despise makeup with a passion and refuse to grow my hair out, people were intimidated by my boyish looks and personality and I made damn right sure that they were fully aware of my independence. So, if this kid wasn't going to say anything within the next two seconds and is just going to sit there and stare at me like an idiot, I'm just going to get out now and figure out how I was going to get out of this rain on MY OWN.
"Why don't you let us give you a ride back." The Niall kid blurted finally. "We're headed that way, anyway."
I arched a brow, seeing right through his stupidity. No one takes this road because there is no destination to it. I should know, Me and Charlie took his car and drove out and after about and hour and a half later, the road was ended with a cement blockade that had a 'Road ends here' sign. These guys had to be lost. So, if they actually thought that I was gullible, they were going to be in for a real surprise. I gave them a fake smile and laughed like those stupid vally-girls. "Really, that's great! I live all the way in Suffolk." then my voice was normal again and I shot him a smirk. "How ironic."
Niall's cheeks immediately reddened as he realized that I had just called him out. I was not stupid, I do possess logic and I have common sense. I smiled inwardly to myself, feeling content with myself. I'm not some loose, easy-going teenage girl who goes off with any and every boy she happens to meet, then squeals about him to another chick as we start planning a wedding that will NEVER happen. I'm not an easy going girl with a loose personality- most people do not even realize that I am one until I say something- and I was going to let them know that. Good looking guys can always turn ugly and unattractive looking guys could turn out being a prince this whole time.
"Oh- um..." Niall began, glancing back at the other four for help. I stopped him and said, "No, I Can walk. That's how I ended up way out here anyway. I live right in town. If I can get myself out here on my own I think I'll manage getting myself back."
As Niall was about to open his mouth, Liam jumped in. "Okay, I'm going to stop Nialler here before he digs himself any deeper, Alright? We kind of took a wrong turn and ended up here. If you could help us, that would be great, and in exchange, we can give you a lift to the nearest Petrol station if you'd feel more comfortable doing that. So, what do you say?" All five of them looked to me hopefully.
I took a deep inhale and let it out slowly. " If you turn around and go straight back, you'll see a sign once you get into town. Follow that and it should take you right to the super highway." I directed. Opening the door and stepping back out in the rain. Louis stopped me before I could close the door.
"Wait, aren't we giving you a ride back?"
"I am sorry, but I do not accept rides from people I do not know." I chortled. I offered a smile and waved. I turned back and started making my way back. Louis rolled down his window and grinned up at me.
"Well, lucky for you, you gained five new best friends."
"You're funny."
Zipping up my jumper, I stuffed my hands into my pockets and continued my walk. I found myself- once again- walking in the unrelenting British showers. I attempted to flip my bangs off my my forehead, but it didn't do anything. My bangs clung to my cheeks and ears and temples like glue, hindering my ability to see. I was used to my hair clinging to my face and I was used to wearing guy's jeans and I was used to walking in the rain alone. However, I am not used to having a boy roll his window down driving along side me. And to make it more ridiculous, Niall pulled out a bright yellow rain cap off the dash and pulled it over his blond hair. I want to be left alone, I thought to myself, otherwise I wouldn't have been out here in the first place.
"What are you doing." I sighed. Niall grinned cheekily, resting his right arm on the door and with his left hand casually guided their cruising vehicle beside me.
"We're not going to leave you out here all alone, it's dangerous."
"Dangerous?" I scoffed, shaking out my hair almost like a dog would just so they could stick to my face again. "What exactly is SO dangerous?" Niall let a nervous chuckle escape his pink lips before turning back to the other lads behind him, then met my gaze again.
"There could be, uh... wild dogs."
"And Lions." Added Harry, hanging over Niall's head rest.
"And tigers." Louis reminded him, practically on Liam's Lap.
"Bears, don't forget there's bears." Zayn chimed in.
"Oh my." gasped a Liam.
Please, do not ask me why, or how, but somehow they won me over. I am guessing that it might just be because I knew that these unknown boys would not relent, and it did beat having to walk back. I was beginning to notice how tired I was becoming.
I heaved a heavy sigh and turned back to them, giving a small nod of consent. What was I even doing? If I knew at the time what I was getting myself into, I wouldn't have even allowed the thought to cross my mind. However, I didn't. I didn't know what I was getting myself into, I did not know who I was getting involved with, and I didn't know how drastically my life was going to changed after this day.
I managed to keep myself under control along the way back, told them my name was AJ, and learned that they were taking a vacation from work, only to have made a wrong turn along the way.
It was when they finally pulled up to the curb of the petrol station did I realize something. I wasn't sure of what that realization was, yet, however, I felt the slightest pang in my chest; something I haven't really felt, before. This ride suddenly felt too short-lived and I couldn't help but feel like I should have not asked to stop here. But I did, and I wasn't going to admit it to them, though.
Before I climbed out of their car, for the last time, Liam looked back at me and asked, "Are you sure that you'll be alright?"
I nodded, giving them as much of a real smile as I could manage. I hope it was convincing enough.
"Do you all think you can manage, now?" I countered back, lightening up a bit.
"What, with Niall driving? Probably not." beamed Louis.
"Well," I started. "just in case." I had Louis roll up his sleeve since he was right next to me and pulled a pen out of my pocket, writing my number down on his arm. "If you guys are lost again, text me or something. But I only know as much as Lancashire." Right as I opened the door, I grinned. "You all might want to consider a new driver." I added, sending a wink in blonde-boy's direction.
I waved them off as they pulled away from the curb before heading home. The rain still unrelenting.
This is where I chose to begin my story. Every story Has a beginning, middle and an end. But It does not have to go in any specific order. So, I chose to start at chapter Eighteen of my life. After all, its gotta start somewhere, and I'm starting in the middle of fate's path.
This isn't just another one of your Boy-star love story because this isn't a love story at all. This is just clarification, simply giving you the real story. And the real story hurts, but wonderful all at once. My story starts here . .

Notes

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~Allanys