Hi guys! So this is my third FanFiction on here, and it's about Niall Horan. WOOOO.
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Part One
How has it ended up this way?
My best friend gone, my family have left me, and now I'm sat here in this little old train station with nothing but a small battered suitcase by my feet.
'The American dream.' That's what I saw it as. One big adventure. Leaving everything behind, I set out for the big time. I wanted to make it big. Not just singing in pubs and clubs, I wanted to be huge.
But it was nothing like I thought it would be. Living in a basement of an old shop, the windows leaked and all I had was a single mattress. Busking on the streets of New York, watching as the teenagers tittered past, tired from a day's shopping. Whereas I was tired of my whole life. I used to be like that, I thought, shopping with my friends, giggling when we saw cute boys. But there I was, sat on the street, in clothes that needed a wash. All I wanted was my old life back.
So here I am now. Waiting for the midnight train. Who knows where I'll go. I certainly can't go home.
The train rattled into the station, the doors slowly opening. I watched as the crowd of people flooded out, their faces showing no emotion. The clock above the door ticked on a minute, one past twelve, as I stepped inside the carriage.
It was practically empty. A woman with a child walked straight into me and carried on going. She hadn't even seen me. That's all I was, invisible. No one cared. Why should they. I never let anyone in anyway.
I sat down by the window and watched as we pulled out of the station. Goodbye America, I will miss you.
This train was heading straight to the airport where I would board a plane to England. My home country. I didn't really matter though, no one knew I was coming back, no one would know I had left America.
"Are you alright?" I voice asked from the other side of the carriage. I wiped away the tear that had fallen onto my cheek and forced a smile onto my face. "Yes, I'm fine thank you." I turned to face who had spoken and saw a gorgeous blonde boy smiling back at me. He moved to sit opposite, "So what's your name?" he asked, in a strong Irish accent. "Lily. And you?"
"Niall."