Quotes added on Thursday, November 29 2012
Can you do me one last
thing?
What?
Miss me.
One in a Million
*Chapter One Hundred & Sixty-Six; Part One*
Miracle's POV:
~Ten Years Later~
I
pulled into my
circular driveway that
was empty and parked my
car right by the navy
blue front door. We
never used the front
door; only when guests
who weren't
familiar with our
normalities came
through the front. We
liked to use the porch
door in the
backyard.
In one swift movement, I tugged my keys out of the ignition and looped my purse around my arm. My tired, weary feet carried me to the low, white fence that created a perimeter around our backyard. I unlocked the porch door and let myself in; Aaron had left his baseball gear scattered about the porch, once again.
After cleaning up after him, like the gracioius sister I am, I opened the door leading into our home. The kitchen was spotless, just like the rest of our house. Momma was always cleaning when she wasn't at the school with her class. It was like she wanted us to seem perfect on the exterior while we were broken and ugly on the interior.
I decided to take an apple and a bottle of water up to my bedroom so I had some food in my stomach before I left. My elbow pushed through the french doors of the kitchen and I entered the foyer; our living room to my left and an office to my right. Aaron's room was connected to kitchen and sat adjacent to the laundry room, as well. I was lucky though because my bedroom was up on the second floor.
My eyes pondered the pictures hanging on the walls around me; pictures of Momma and Niall, of Daddy and I, of Lilli, Aaron, and I. I took a deep breath and continued to make my way up the stairs. My phone buzzed in my back pocket, forcing me to set my snack down on the vanity sitting by my door.
'When did you want everyone to meet up at?? Let me know so I can tell Rocco! :) - Darcy xx' It's not that she annoyed me all the time, but right she was tap dancing on my last nerve. I just wanted to be alone. It was a rough day and I specifically came home early to be alone.
I knew how hard today was for me and thought about how hard it must've been for Aaron. When I dropped him off at school this morning in front of the sixth grade entrance door, I saw a few of the other boys start to tease him. "What are you matching with your sister for? Can't you dress yourself? Or are you colorblind too?" He tugged at his pink tee shirt as they laughed at him, but he was strong so he knew how to shield their words.
School was already hard enough for Aaron; for starters he was dyslectic and didn't learn like the other kids he studied with. "Real funny, guys, but you don't even get the point of it." Even though he was only my half brother, I loved him like he was my own total blood sibling.
"Excuse me, Leprechaun? I couldn't understand you!" The boys mocked Aaron's Irish accent and I felt my heart break for him; why were kids so cruel? It wasn't his fault he talked like that. He basically grew up in Ireland, unlike me who spent half my life in England and half my life in Ireland. My accent was blended and not many people said anything about it, but apparently middle school is a shark tanks cause they all eat Aaron alive.
'Daddy will be over to take pictures of you and Zac before yous leave<3 Love you! -Momma xx' My phone buzzed again; my goodness could I just have an hour to myself? I belly flopped down on my bed and stared at the picture frames on my night stand.
The one was of Momma, Niall, Lilli, and I standing in front of a Christmas tree in our old flat back in London. My heart ached to be back in London; I mean, America was alright, but London is where my heart is. It's where everything started and ended. And even though I was only eight when we left, I felt like my anchor was in London.
In one swift movement, I tugged my keys out of the ignition and looped my purse around my arm. My tired, weary feet carried me to the low, white fence that created a perimeter around our backyard. I unlocked the porch door and let myself in; Aaron had left his baseball gear scattered about the porch, once again.
After cleaning up after him, like the gracioius sister I am, I opened the door leading into our home. The kitchen was spotless, just like the rest of our house. Momma was always cleaning when she wasn't at the school with her class. It was like she wanted us to seem perfect on the exterior while we were broken and ugly on the interior.
I decided to take an apple and a bottle of water up to my bedroom so I had some food in my stomach before I left. My elbow pushed through the french doors of the kitchen and I entered the foyer; our living room to my left and an office to my right. Aaron's room was connected to kitchen and sat adjacent to the laundry room, as well. I was lucky though because my bedroom was up on the second floor.
My eyes pondered the pictures hanging on the walls around me; pictures of Momma and Niall, of Daddy and I, of Lilli, Aaron, and I. I took a deep breath and continued to make my way up the stairs. My phone buzzed in my back pocket, forcing me to set my snack down on the vanity sitting by my door.
'When did you want everyone to meet up at?? Let me know so I can tell Rocco! :) - Darcy xx' It's not that she annoyed me all the time, but right she was tap dancing on my last nerve. I just wanted to be alone. It was a rough day and I specifically came home early to be alone.
I knew how hard today was for me and thought about how hard it must've been for Aaron. When I dropped him off at school this morning in front of the sixth grade entrance door, I saw a few of the other boys start to tease him. "What are you matching with your sister for? Can't you dress yourself? Or are you colorblind too?" He tugged at his pink tee shirt as they laughed at him, but he was strong so he knew how to shield their words.
School was already hard enough for Aaron; for starters he was dyslectic and didn't learn like the other kids he studied with. "Real funny, guys, but you don't even get the point of it." Even though he was only my half brother, I loved him like he was my own total blood sibling.
"Excuse me, Leprechaun? I couldn't understand you!" The boys mocked Aaron's Irish accent and I felt my heart break for him; why were kids so cruel? It wasn't his fault he talked like that. He basically grew up in Ireland, unlike me who spent half my life in England and half my life in Ireland. My accent was blended and not many people said anything about it, but apparently middle school is a shark tanks cause they all eat Aaron alive.
'Daddy will be over to take pictures of you and Zac before yous leave<3 Love you! -Momma xx' My phone buzzed again; my goodness could I just have an hour to myself? I belly flopped down on my bed and stared at the picture frames on my night stand.
The one was of Momma, Niall, Lilli, and I standing in front of a Christmas tree in our old flat back in London. My heart ached to be back in London; I mean, America was alright, but London is where my heart is. It's where everything started and ended. And even though I was only eight when we left, I felt like my anchor was in London.
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I hope you change your mind
and my phone will chine or my facebook chat will ping.
You'll say hi and everything will be ok.
Come Back. Please.
But
mostly,
I hate
the way that
I don't hate you,
not even
close
not
even a little
bit
not even at all
not even at all
(OneDirection/nmf)
I fell in love with you.
simple.
Your laugh, smile, eyes,
the way you curl up when sleeping,
how you love talking to me,
the little kisses you place all over.
I fell in love with
you,
simply because you're you.
simply because you're you.
One in a Million
*Chapter One Hundred & Sixty-Six; Part Two*
Miracle's POV:
~Ten Years Later~
We moved to Ireland
immediately after the
accident because Niall
couldn't keep
himself together. Momma
was worried about him
and thought he was
going back to his
alcoholic ways again. I
overheard them fighting
one day and Niall
admitted to becoming an
alcoholic when he left
her and Lilli; I
don't remember that
happening, but Momma
worries about it a
lot.
Niall was, and still is sometimes, a mess when you bring her up. I understand that the phone call was for him and Momma, but how do you think I felt? Little eight year old me picks up the telephone and the man on the other end mutters, "I am calling for Mr. or Mrs. Horan? I need someone to come down to the morgue and identify a body. We believe the young lady is your daughter, Lillian."
Today marked ten years and four months since Lilli was killed in that terrible car accident. Tonight was also my senior prom and, honestly, I didn't want to go at all. I was only going for Lilli; Zac didn't want to miss it either, and I couldn't disappoint my boyfriend.
I heard Momma's car door shut and I knew I wasn't alone anymore. "Miracle? Aaron and I are home! I'll be up in a few minutes to help you get ready!" The click of her heels echoed these hurting walls as she followed Aaron to his room, making sure he was starting his homework before he left for baseball parctice.
I don't understand why she had to work; we had enough money to live off of and more. Who wants to be around a bunch of little kids all day long when you could just stay at home? Zac's dad, Louis, worked at the school as well. When we decided to move to America, we all did. The only one who didn't was Uncle Zayn and Aunt Ally; they liked their life without kids and I didn't blame them for wanting to keep it that way.
"Okay, I'm here! So what did you want to do for you hair?" She had gotten changed into a pair of comfy jeans and a loose, V neck tee shirt. Within seconds, every hot tool I owned was plugged in and a brush was tearing through my curls. "Is everything alright, Baby?"
"Just a rough day. How are you doing?" I loved my parents, and I know it came off like I didn't, but they ment the world to me; all three of them. I knew Momma was strong because she has been through something like this before, but Niall was always a mess. And on days like today, you had to keep an eye on him or else you'd find him passed out in the backyard with a hard liquor bottle in his fists.
Niall was, and still is sometimes, a mess when you bring her up. I understand that the phone call was for him and Momma, but how do you think I felt? Little eight year old me picks up the telephone and the man on the other end mutters, "I am calling for Mr. or Mrs. Horan? I need someone to come down to the morgue and identify a body. We believe the young lady is your daughter, Lillian."
Today marked ten years and four months since Lilli was killed in that terrible car accident. Tonight was also my senior prom and, honestly, I didn't want to go at all. I was only going for Lilli; Zac didn't want to miss it either, and I couldn't disappoint my boyfriend.
I heard Momma's car door shut and I knew I wasn't alone anymore. "Miracle? Aaron and I are home! I'll be up in a few minutes to help you get ready!" The click of her heels echoed these hurting walls as she followed Aaron to his room, making sure he was starting his homework before he left for baseball parctice.
I don't understand why she had to work; we had enough money to live off of and more. Who wants to be around a bunch of little kids all day long when you could just stay at home? Zac's dad, Louis, worked at the school as well. When we decided to move to America, we all did. The only one who didn't was Uncle Zayn and Aunt Ally; they liked their life without kids and I didn't blame them for wanting to keep it that way.
"Okay, I'm here! So what did you want to do for you hair?" She had gotten changed into a pair of comfy jeans and a loose, V neck tee shirt. Within seconds, every hot tool I owned was plugged in and a brush was tearing through my curls. "Is everything alright, Baby?"
"Just a rough day. How are you doing?" I loved my parents, and I know it came off like I didn't, but they ment the world to me; all three of them. I knew Momma was strong because she has been through something like this before, but Niall was always a mess. And on days like today, you had to keep an eye on him or else you'd find him passed out in the backyard with a hard liquor bottle in his fists.
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One in a Million
*Chapter One Hundred & Sixty-Six; Part Three*
Miracle's POV:
~Ten Years Later~
"I cried a little
this morning, but I
kept busy the rest of
the day so it's
alright. I promise,
Miracle." She
brushed my bangs back
so she could kiss my
forehead. I dropped the
subject and acted like
I was excited for
tonight; maybe once I
was all dressed up
I'd be happier?
It took a nice, long hour to perfect, but Momma had straightened and rodded my long, brown hair and pinned up parts of my bangs. I asked her to do my make-up as well; my eyelids were coated in a sexy glitter eyeshadow that I used as child at dance recitals. She helped me slip into my purple prom dress and I instantly felt more beautiful than ever before.
"I love you, Momma." I said after staring at my completed self in the body mirror hanging on my door. I looked like a princess and I couldn't wait for Zac to get here to show him.
"Oh, I love you too, Miracle. And I am so proud of you." I let go of her before I began to cry; I couldn't do this now because I'd mess up my make-up. "I think your father is here." My face lit up and I ran down the spiral staircase to open the front door to my Daddy.
"There she is!" He exclaimed from across the lawn. Screw the dress, I decided to dash across the fluffy grass and into my Daddy's arms. "Hi Princess, you look gorgeous." He kissed my cheek and handed me a box.
"What's this?" I fiddled with it for a second beofore ripping it open. Inside sat a black, Batman corsage and I felt my jaw drop. "Awh, Daddy, thank you so much. I love it!" He took my wrist in his hand and slipped the most precious gift onto it.
"Anything for you, my little girl." He took my face between his hands and pressed his lips to my forehead long and hard. "You deserve it." Just as he released me, Momma came trugging out of the house; she alwasy was a few steps behind me. My life was broken, but looking at people like Momma and Daddy gave me hope. Odds can be beated and I was determined to dedicate my life to making that true.
***FAVE/COMMENT/FOLLOW/FEEDBACK***
Thanks for reading, Loves! So it's over</3 How did you feel about the ending? Love it? Hate it? Hate me for writing it like that? ;) Well if I didn't, there wouldn't be a sequel now would there? The sequel, which most likely will be called Aided by an Angel , is going to be about Miracle and her life. Should post some of it tomorrow! I love you all<3 :)xx
Miracle's Outfit: http://www.polyvore.com/one_in_million_chapter_hundred/set?id=64475964
It took a nice, long hour to perfect, but Momma had straightened and rodded my long, brown hair and pinned up parts of my bangs. I asked her to do my make-up as well; my eyelids were coated in a sexy glitter eyeshadow that I used as child at dance recitals. She helped me slip into my purple prom dress and I instantly felt more beautiful than ever before.
"I love you, Momma." I said after staring at my completed self in the body mirror hanging on my door. I looked like a princess and I couldn't wait for Zac to get here to show him.
"Oh, I love you too, Miracle. And I am so proud of you." I let go of her before I began to cry; I couldn't do this now because I'd mess up my make-up. "I think your father is here." My face lit up and I ran down the spiral staircase to open the front door to my Daddy.
"There she is!" He exclaimed from across the lawn. Screw the dress, I decided to dash across the fluffy grass and into my Daddy's arms. "Hi Princess, you look gorgeous." He kissed my cheek and handed me a box.
"What's this?" I fiddled with it for a second beofore ripping it open. Inside sat a black, Batman corsage and I felt my jaw drop. "Awh, Daddy, thank you so much. I love it!" He took my wrist in his hand and slipped the most precious gift onto it.
"Anything for you, my little girl." He took my face between his hands and pressed his lips to my forehead long and hard. "You deserve it." Just as he released me, Momma came trugging out of the house; she alwasy was a few steps behind me. My life was broken, but looking at people like Momma and Daddy gave me hope. Odds can be beated and I was determined to dedicate my life to making that true.
***FAVE/COMMENT/FOLLOW/FEEDBACK***
Thanks for reading, Loves! So it's over</3 How did you feel about the ending? Love it? Hate it? Hate me for writing it like that? ;) Well if I didn't, there wouldn't be a sequel now would there? The sequel, which most likely will be called Aided by an Angel , is going to be about Miracle and her life. Should post some of it tomorrow! I love you all<3 :)xx
Miracle's Outfit: http://www.polyvore.com/one_in_million_chapter_hundred/set?id=64475964
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