Hey guys, here's a One-Shot of a story from 9/11. I probably don't have my facts at all, like which tower was hit first, because I wrote this while travelling without Internet; so I couldn't search. Please note: This story didn't actually happen. I made it all up. And also note that the main character, Niall Parker, is pretty much Niall Horan from One Direction. Enjoy!

"Hello. I'm Niall Parker. I'm a student, 18 years old. I was recently in the incident with the Twin Towers, also known as 9/11." I spoke into the microphone, standing on stage.

I wore a black Tux, with a sling on my arm. I had 3 stitches just above my left eyebrow, and 6 stitches on my right leg, but it was hidden from my pants. I had several bruises on my ribcage, and scratches on my legs and arms.

The gymnasium was silent, staring at me to continue. I paused, and looked around. There were tons of people, and this was on live television.

"I was in the elevators of the North tower, when the first plane hit the South tower. I was also in there with one of my classmates, Alexandra Andrews."

"It was bring your child to work day. There was another guy from our school that went to the Twin Towers as well, Will Dylan. We were all in the North tower."

I walked around a bit on stage. "2 days later, I stand here. Still not knowing if their alive or not."

I stopped walking, and paused. I turned to the crowd, and looked into the camera.

"This is Alexandra and I's story."

September 11, 2001.

It was a normal school day, but I wasn't going to school today.

I was shaken awake. When I opened my eyes, I saw long brown hair and green eyes. My mother. She was always beautiful, and still young. She was 36, had me at age 18, and got married to my father 2 years later.

She smiled at me, as I sat up, rubbing my eyes. "Good morning sweetie. It's time to get up, and get ready to leave." She ruffled my hair, and I adjusted to the morning light.

As she walked out of my room, I noticed she was already dressed. A tight, knee length, grey skirt with a white button up shirt, and a black coat.

I grabbed my iPhone, and turned it on to see what time it was. 6:04 AM. I groaned, and turned it back off, standing up. I dragged my feet to the bathroom, and turned on the hot shower.

I undressed, stepping inside. I washed my hair, and looked at my mom's shampoo. I smelt it, and winced in disgust. It smelt like flowers and well... girls.

I finished up, stepping back out. I wrapped the towel around my waist, and walked into my room.

I pulled out some boxers, jeans, a t-shirt, and a sweater.

I was about to take off my towel, when my mother walked in. I spun around to her. She froze, holding a plate of pancakes.

"Mom!" I complained. She smiled, backing out.

"I'm sorry baby, I'm just not used to you being so old," She apologized.

"I've been old since I was 13!" I rolled my eyes. "Haven't you got used to it yet?"

"Yes, yes, I'm sorry." She closed the door, and I got dressed. My baggy blue jeans fell down my waist. I wore a green t-shirt and a purple sweater. I pulled on some socks, and then dried my hair with the towel.

My blonde hair (Brown underneath) spiked up perfectly, looking the same every day.

I grabbed my backpack, and walked out of my room. I headed downstairs, and into the kitchen. My parents were talking about work and the most recent news.

"Hey kiddo," My dad said, sitting at the table, drinking a cup of coffee. I nodded at him, and sat beside him.

"Hey dad," I greeted, putting my bag on the ground.

My dad was 37 with dirty blonde hair and blue eyes. I got my blue eyes from him, and my brown hair from both sides. I just dyed it blonde, so it's slowly turning back brown.

We were an Irish family from Ireland, but had to move to New York for my mom's job a few years ago.

My dad had black dress pants on and a blue dress shirt, tucked into his pants.

My mom placed the plate of pancakes in front of me. I grabbed the syrup, and poured it on, then began eating.

I finished 3 pancakes in at least 2 minutes.

"How can you eat so much, son?" My dad asked, watching me. I shrugged.

"I like food." I said with a mouthful of pancake. He chuckled.

"Close your mouth." My mom ordered, and I swallowed it.

"Ready to go to your Mothers work, Niall?" My dad stood up, getting ready to leave.

"Yep," I stood up to, and put my plate in the dishwasher. I walked to the bathroom, and brushed my teeth, then walked to the front door. I checked my iPhone. 6:46.

I put my purple Nikes on, as my mom slipped into her high heels, and my dad into his black dress shoes.

We all stepped out, I with my backpack, mom with her purse and dad with his briefcase.

"Bye honey," Mom chirped, and kissed dad.

"Bye, you two have a good day," Dad said, then waved, and walked to his white Chevy Camaro.

I and mom walked to the Subway since it's only around the block.

I looked at the sky. It was beautiful outside. Great weather and a clear blue sky.

About an hour and 3 Subway rides later, we reached the Twin Towers. My mom worked in the North Tower on the 90th floor, so that's where we were headed.

We started going towards the elevator, when someone stopped my mom.

I waited patiently, looking around. I was starting to get hungry again, so I wondered off into a cafe. I bought a coffee and a donut. I shoved the donut in its bag into my backpack, and walked back over to my mom.

"Okay, I'll do that." My mom nodded to the person she was talking to, and they walked away. My mom looked to me. "Niall, I have to go run some errands for the Manager of the 90th floor, so I'll meet you in my office in about an hour."


"You know where it is right?"

"Yeah, I'll be fine."

"Great, see you then honey," She kissed my cheek, and walked away. I watched her until she disappeared, and headed to an elevator.

It was full of people, so I went to the last one. It opened, and some people got out. I stepped in, and the door closed. I pressed the 90th floor, and the elevator started going.

Uh oh. Small spaces. And I'm claustrophobic. Just ignore it, Niall.

It was only me and a girl, but she was busy texting, so I guess she didn't notice me.

I slurped from my coffee, getting her attention. She looked up, and I looked down at her.

She frowned. "Oh God, not you," She said.

I smiled. "Hey Alexandra," I said, drinking from my coffee again. I took out my phone, and saw it was 7:50. Sigh.

"Why are you here?" She asked, slipping her phone into her pocket.

"Bring your child to work day. My mom works on the 90th floor." I explained.

She groaned, running a hand through her hair. "My dad works on the 90th floor as Manager."

"Really?" I raised an eyebrow, and she looked at me.


"My mom's grabbing some things for your dad right now. She said to meet me in her office in like, an hour. I'll just hang out with you." I smiled at her. She rolled her eyes.

Let me explain something's. Despite the fact I've only been in New York for 3 years, I know mostly everyone in my high school. And I'm in the popular group, so I have a reputation. I'm apparently the cute, class clown.

Alexandra is in the popular group too, mostly everyone is. All the students know each other and we're all like brothers and sisters.

But Alexandra and I aren't really on great terms, though we're still close. She dislikes me, but I don't mind her. I think she doesn't like me because we're both going to the same University, and she thinks I'm stalking her.

I wouldn't mind stalking her though, not to sound creepy or anything, but she is very pretty, with her long brown hair and natural blonde streaks. And I would eat her chocolate brown eyes. Mmm... If only they were chocolate.. They'd be the most amazing chocolates ever. Now I really want chocolate.

"Hello? Earth to Niall?" Alex then slapped my coffee out of my hands, and it exploded on the ground.

"...What was that for?" I yelled, pointing at the mess.

"Well you weren't answering!" She yelled back, and then kicked the cup.

"Hey, don't do that. You're gonna make the elevator get stuck because of the coffee." I said.

She huffed, and crossed her arms.

"How long is this stupid elevator ride?" She yelled, annoyed.

I looked around, and felt dizzy now that I didn't have something to drink.

It's cool Niall. It'll be over soon. Just don't freak out.

Focus on something else.

I looked to Alexandra.

Not.. that.

She had black skinny jeans on, but they were still too big since she was so tiny. Weight as in, not height. She's actually really tall.

She wore a blue t-shirt with a white sweater, the zipper open, and blue and white Nike high heels.

I heard a ding and looked at the elevator selection of floors.

We were on the 79th floor.

There was a loud; I mean very loud, bang and the elevator suddenly stopped. I almost fell, but regained balance.

Alexandra stumbled forward, and slipped on the coffee cup, but I caught her.

I helped her up, before saying "See? I told you the coffee would affect the wires."

She just glared at me, and started pushing tons of buttons. The elevator did nothing.

I pushed the emergency call button, and a ringing sound was heard.

It went on for a few seconds, before it stopped, like someone had picked up.

"Hello?" Alex called out. There was no answer. It was quiet; you could hear some people talking in the background. And then all of a sudden, there was screams, and the line died.

15 minutes later, the elevator still didn't budge. Alexandra was trying to call her dad, but there was no answer.

I was sat on the ground, shaking. Alex hadn't noticed me until she gave up trying.

She looked at me, confused. "Niall? What're you doing?" She asked as I pulled my hood up.

I didn't answer. I felt like I was going to throw up if I opened my mouth. I started pulling down on my hood, covering my eyes.

"Niall?" I felt her grab my hands, and I tried to pull them away, but I was too weak at the moment.

She knelt in front of me.

"Are you okay? You're shaking like crazy." She said. I looked up, and saw 2 of her. I blinked, and it went back to one. But then the walls started to slowly close in.

"The walls! We're going to die!" I yelled, pulling my hands away, and pulling my hood further down. I closed my eyes tightly, and covered my ears.

Alexandra sat beside me, and pulled me into her arms. I leaned into her. I don't care if this was going to wreck my reputation of being funny. I wanted to get out.

I heard a bang, and moved closer to her.

"Make it stop. Please." My head was pounding, and I could hear every creak and sound that the elevator made.

"There's nothing happening, Niall. There was only a banging noise that happened two times. Nothing is happening, it's okay." She said quietly, holding me.

After about 5 minutes of sitting there quietly, I looked up. The room looked like it was tilting, but everything seemed normal.

I looked at Alex, and she looked worried and scared.

"Are you okay?" She asked. I nodded, and pulled away from her, causing her to let me go.

"What was that about?" She questioned, as she stood up.

"I-I'm claustrophobic." My voice came out squeaky and stuttered. She nodded, and helped me up.

I stumbled a bit, and she helped hold me up.

"I can stand on my own..." I mumbled. She looked at me, raising her eyebrows.

"Alright," She then let me go, and I felt really dizzy. She grabbed me again, picking up my backpack.

She chuckled at how I was wrong, but I couldn't do anything at the moment.

I looked up, and saw an air vent.

I grabbed my bag.

"What are you doing?" Alex asked, watching me, and still holding me.

"Getting us out of here," I answered, and took out a screw driver from my backpack.

Alexandra raised an eyebrow at it. "Why do you carry that around?"

I froze, and looked at her. I shrugged. "In case stuff like this happens,"

"You think stuff like this happens every day so you carry around a screw driver?"

"It can happen." I said. "Now, get on my back. I'm going to lift you up."

"Me? Why?" She asked.

"Because, I'm not a human sky scraper," I pointed to the air vent above our heads.

She sighed in response, and I let her climb onto my back, lifting her up. I handed her the screw driver, and she started to unscrew the screws bolted in the roof.

I watched her. If I looked away, I'd get dizzy, and make us fall.

The air vent sealer fell to my feet, and I pushed her up. I grabbed my backpack.

Alexandra's hands appeared through the air vent, and I grabbed onto them. I jumped, and she pulled at the same time. I got up, and pulled the rest of my body up.

We sat on the roof of the elevator. I looked around. We hung in midair, hanging from some wires and a big rope.

I put the screwdriver away, and put my backpack on my back.

I looked at the wall. It was about 2 meters away, and I could see a ladder. I looked up. Higher up, was another air vent that was already open.

"Alright, ready to jump?" I asked.

"Jump?" Alexandra looked at me like I was crazy.

"Yep. It's our only way, and I'm not going back in there to freak out." I nodded down at the elevator.

Alex sighed, and stood up carefully, hanging onto the rope. I did as well, and took a few steps back.

I looked at the wall. Well, now its life or death.

I ran, and jumped, leaping off the edge. I hit the wall, and grabbed onto something. The ladder.

"Yes! This would make a great book afterwards!" I yelled successfully. Alex laughed.

"Maybe you can tell our children years from now," She joked. I hung on to the wall, and glanced down. Oh God. Don't look down again.

"So you maybe want to after at my house?" I suggested, joking as well. I looked back at her and grinned. She winked at me.

"Sounds like a plan." She confirmed. I chuckled.

"Alright babe, your turn to jump," I told her. She looked nervous, and bit her bottom lip.

"Catch me?" She asked.

"Always," I answered. She nodded, then stepped back, ran forward; and jumped. I let go, and hung onto the wall with one hand, then caught her.

She hit the wall as well, so she wouldn't have fallen if I didn't catch her, but I hung onto her anyways.

"Nice. Now, we have to get up there." I pointed to the air vent. She nodded, and we started to climb. I put her in front in case she fell.

We got to the air vent in less than a minute, and I crawled in first, then she did.

"Great! We're safe. Now, we just crawl and try to find an office." I said, and started to crawl forward. I slowed down, realising how small the vents were.

"Niall, why'd you stop?" Alexandra asked, but I didn't answer. I looked down the skinny, long air vent up ahead.

"Oh no." Was all she said. "What calms you down?" She asked me.

I looked back at her. "Kissing," I answered.

She rolled her eyes. "Niall!"

"Okay, singing calms me down." I said.

"Do you want me to sing?" She asked me. I shrugged.

"It-it's fine, I'm okay," I looked back ahead, and felt fuzzy.

She sighed, and started to sing "Hey there Delilah" but a different version.

We continued crawling as she sang.

"Hey there Niall, what's it like in New York City? I'm right here behind you, and I can see nothing but your Irish underwear, yes it's true. It's not that pretty, so please pull up your pants. I swear it's true."

I laughed, and kept crawling. She chuckled, and continued.

"Hey there Niall don't you worry about the distance, we're almost out of these air vents and soon you'll be kissing me for singing to you, oh yes its true."

About 10 minutes later, we finally got out of the vents, and into an office.

I crawled out, and hugged the floor, kissing it. Alex crawled out as well, and walked away slowly.

"Oh my God..." I heard Alex say.

"What?" I stood up, and saw her looking out the window, with other workers. There were tons of people at the window looking out.

"Come see for yourself..." She said. I walked over, and my eyes widened at what I saw.

Right in front of us was the South Tower. A huge hole in the side was visible. Flames shot out, and smoke poured out.

"Niall, look," Alex said quietly, pointing to a window near the flames. I squinted closer, and saw people. They were waving for help, and then, one jumped out.

Alex gasped, and covered her mouth. I watched in shock as the body fell.. plunging to their death. Alex did too, and she began shaking. I grabbed her, and pulled her into a hug.

I walked slowly away from the window. She shook with sobs, tears dripping down her cheeks. Other people were crying too.

"Shh, it's okay. We're okay. Your dad and my mom aren't in that building," I said quietly, holding her. She shoved me away suddenly.

"I'm not talking about that! Those poor people are dying, their trapped and no one's helping!" Alex yelled at me.

"Baby, baby I'm sorry..." I said quietly, while hugging her again. She held onto me, crying. I just stayed quiet, but my cell phone started to ring.

I pulled out my phone, and pressed answer. I put it to my ear.



"Oh honey, your okay."

"I'm fine, are you okay?" I held Alexandra still, but she went quiet to listen.

"I'm fine. I heard Alexandra was with you, is she okay?" My mom sounded extremely worried.

"She's good." I glanced down at Alex, who was wiping away her tears.


"Mom, what's going on?" I asked, referring to the South Tower

There was some shouting in the background. "Oh Nialler, I have to go now, I'll call you later. Stay safe!"

"You too. I love you mom." I said, but it was too late. The line went dead.

"M-my dad won't answer," Alex said, holding her own phone.

"I'm sure he's fine, Alex. Don't worry," I tried to reassure her. She nodded, putting away her phone.

I looked around and found a sign. 86th floor.

"We should go home." I told her, and looked back at all of the people.

"Alright..." She said quietly. I put my arm around her, and guided her out of the office. The staircase was empty. I guess even a fire in the building next to ours doesn't stop people from working.

Suddenly there were screams, and the whole building shook terrifyingly. I hung onto the wall, and Alex pushed further into me. I held my other arm around her.

The shaking stopped, and everything was quiet. And then there was the sound of cracking.

Then, just like that, the floor from underneath us collapsed.

I heard Alex scream, but I could no longer feel her in my arms.

I hit what felt like the bottom of it all. When I opened my eyes, it was all dark, and my eyes began stinging.

I coughed, and struggled to move. My arm throbbed with pain as I shoved something off my leg.

I looked around, and couldn't see anything. The emergency lights flashed red, but it didn't help much.

I began coughing forcefully, making my lungs ache. I stood slowly.

"Alex?" I shouted, before coughing again.

"Alexandra! Where are you?" I yelled as loud as I could. No answer.

I reached into my pocket, and pulled out my cell phone. The screen was cracked down the middle, and was all scratched up. I turned it on flashlight, and flashed it around.

It was a mess. Grey and black, like old movies, except this was real life. Dusty, and just horrible.

I heard something crackling like it was burning, and looked around.

Smoke filled the air, and into my lungs.

"Alex!" I yelled, and fell to my knees, coughing.

My arm hurt like it was broken, and it probably was, but I couldn't give up that easily.

I froze, thinking I heard someone.

I heard a little groan, and I jumped to my feet.

I followed where the sound came from, and saw something move. I ran over through the mess of the roof and desks broken.

A whimper came out from under a desk.

"Hang in there, I'm gonna help you," I wasn't sure who it was, but I was going to help them anyway.

I grabbed the desk, and lifted it enough to move it without hurting the person.

I knelt down, and pushed off some wood.


"Alex..." Tears filled my eyes as I saw her.

I brushed some dirt off her face, and she coughed weakly.

There was a huge gash in the side of her head that was bleeding, and her leg was twisted in a weird way.

There were several cuts and scratches on her body.

A few tears escaped my eyes, as I slowly moved her leg. She winced, but said nothing.


I looked up at her.

"Why are you crying?" She asked weakly. I closed my eyes as she reached up and wiped them away gently.

"I thought I lost you.." I said quietly. She looked at me, her eyes glistening with tears.

"I thought I lost you." She said, and blinked, a few tears sliding down her cheeks.

I kissed them away gently, and stroked her hair, choking on my breath.

"Don't... don't cry.." She said quietly, but the tears streamed down her face too.

I took off my sweater, and ripped a part of my shirt off. I wrapped it around the wound on her head, and then wrapped her up in my sweater.

I carefully wrapped my arms around her broken body, and picked her up. My arm exploded of pain, but I ignore it. I cradled her in my arms, and she buried her head in my chest, breathing hoarsely.

"We'll be okay, Alexandra, I promise. I'll get us out of here." I spoke softly, and kissed her head, then started to walk away.

"Promise?" She asked weakly, looking at me with scared eyes. I nodded.


I kicked down a door, and stepped out, revealing the staircase. It was just as bad as the office.

I slowly and carefully made my way down the stairs, holding her close to my body. She shook with tears.

"Don't cry.." I mumbled quietly. She coughed and looked up at me.

"Niall... you're bleeding," She said. I touched my forehead, and pulled my hand away. It was covered in blood.

"I don't care; I only care about you right now."

She stayed quiet as I walked through the messy stairs.

I stopped, when the stairs were covered in some weird liquid. I sniffed the air. Gas.

"Careful, Nialler..." I muttered to myself, taking one step at a time.

Once I passed the gasoline, my arm was starting to cramp up and hurt. I shifted, still holding Alex.

"You're hurt," She said, looking at my face.

I shook my head. "I'm fine,"

"No, put me down. I can walk." She tried to get free, but I held her tighter, still going down the stairs.

"I'm carrying you and that's final, Alexandra." I said strictly. She stopped, and gave up.

Once passed all the destruction, there were people crowded in the staircase.

I recognised someone.

"Will!" I called out. The boy looked around and met my eyes. He pushed past everyone.

"Niall! I heard you were here, I thought you were possibly dead." He said. Will was only 15, 3 years younger than I and Alex.

"We almost did die." I said. He looked down at Alex.

"She looks bad, and so do you. You guys okay?" He asked, looking back up at me.

"I'm pretty sure my arms broken, and her leg is broken. We'll live." I nodded.

"Not so sure, buddy. We may live, we may not. The building could collapse anytime." Will explained.

Alex froze, and I rubbed her arm.

"Alright. Wanna stick together?" I asked. He nodded, and turned to where he was before. He walked over to a guy, and I followed.

"This is my dad. Dad, these are some friends from school," Will introduced us. I nodded at him. He held an older lady on his back, she was obviously injured too.

"Nice to meet you sir," I said.

"You too," He grinned a bit, and looked at Alex. "She alright?"

"Yeah," Will said for me.

We walked down the stairs together, when there was a whole bunch of screaming, and the building shook.

Alex started to cry, and I held onto her tightly.

Will and his father clutched the railing, and we all looked around frantically.

"What's going on?" Someone yelled.

"The South tower just collapsed!" Someone else replied.

My eyes widened, as I looked at Will. He shared the same expression and looked at his father.

Everyone started talking.

"Alright, everyone be quiet and listen up! We need to get out of here quickly in case this building falls too!" Will yelled, and everyone started quieting down.

People started going down the stairs even faster, and I tried to keep up with Will and his father.

Someone suddenly shoved past me, and I lost my balance. I was about to fall forward, onto Alexandra, so I flung myself backwards.

I slipped, and fell, my head hitting on the stairs.

My eyes flashed red, as I cried out. I let go of Alex, and grabbed my head.

"Niall!" I heard Alex yell, but then everything went black.

I slowly regained consciousness, blinking my eyes open. The first thing I saw was Alex's worried face, and then Will, his father, and the lady he was carrying.

I sat up slowly, looking around. We were still in the stair case, but everyone was gone. I looked over, and saw we were on floor 31.

"Niall, your okay!" Alex yelled, hugging me. I hugged her back.

"I'm.. just happy your okay.." I pulled away and smiled at her. She grinned sadly.

"Niall, son, will you be able to walk on your own, or do you need someone to help you?" Will's father asked.

I slowly stood, and touched the back of my head. I looked at my hand, and there was a bit of blood.

I felt dizzy, and like I was going to throw up. I probably got a concussion. I sat back down.

"I.. I may need a bit of help." I answered.

Will looked at his father. "Dad, I can help him." He said.

"But what about Alex?" His father asked. I looked at Alex. God, she was so beautiful, even through all this. And she's just so amazing.

"Will... take her," I ordered. Will and Alex looked at me, confused.

"But dude, what about you?" He asked.

"I'll be fine.. Just make sure she gets out alive." I said. Will's dad still had the woman on his back.

"No, Niall I can't just leave you," Alex argued, sitting beside me.

"Please Alex. Don't make this hard for me. Just go, I'll be okay," I said. She looked at me, her eyes filling with tears.

"You promised we'd both get out..." She whispered. I put a piece of her hair behind her ear.

"And I will get out. Even if I die, I'll be out of here. I'll be in Heaven, waiting for you." I said quietly.

"But Niall," She choked out, tears streaming down her face. I cupped her face gently, wiping away some tears.

"Please baby, just go without me." I said. Will and his father watched sadly.

"Niall..." She trailed off, sobbing, and tears dripping off her chin. I wiped her tears.

"I need you to promise me something." I said. She nodded, staring into my eyes. "When this is all done, marry me." I said quietly, staring back into her gorgeous eyes.

She looked at me. "What...?"

"If we both get out, marry me." I repeated. She nodded slowly.

"Promise?" I asked.

"Always..." She choked out quietly. I smiled sadly, tears coming to my eyes. She hugged me tightly, and I hugged her back, closing my eyes.

I opened my eyes, letting her go. Will picked her up, and smiled at me. I smiled back at him, as the tears trailed down my cheeks. Then, they disappeared down the stairs.

I leaned back against the stairs, staring at the roof.

Suddenly, I heard a noise coming from my pocket. I slowly took out my phone, and saw I was getting a call. I answered it, pressing it to my ear.

"Hello?" I said into the phone.

"Niall? Oh baby, you're still okay?"

I didn't answer, staring at the ground.

"Niall? Hello?"

"...Mom.. I need you to listen."

"I'm all ears," She replied.

I paused and closed my eyes. "I'm injured in the North Tower, and its probably going to collapse soon. I'm all alone, and I don't think I'm going to make it." I forced the words out of my throat.

"Niall, don't say that. I believe in you, you can make it!"

I wiped at my eyes with my arm.

"Mom, I'm sorry. Tell dad I love him."

"Niall don't you dare hang up on me!" She yelled, and it sounded like she was crying.

I took a deep breath.


"Goodbye, mommy..." I paused, and blinked out the tears. "I love you." I pulled the phone away from my ear, and hung up.

I sat for what seemed like hours, but it was only 10 minutes.

I bit my bottom lip.

"Niall, you're an idiot," I muttered, and stood up. I ignored the pain in my head, and my arm, then began running down the stairs.

I watched as I passed the floors, the number growing smaller.

8th floor.

I kept going, pushing myself harder and harder.

I started to slow down.

"Do it for mom, do it for dad!" I yelled at myself.

"Do it for Alexandra."

I ran even faster, skipping stairs without falling.

3rd floor.

"Come on, Niall, come on!"

I jumped over the railing and past the 2nd floor.

Suddenly there was a loud noise, and I ran even faster. You could hear the floors dropping and dropping from above, coming closer each time.

I stepped down the last stair, and saw people fleeing everywhere. Running for the exits.

I pushed past everyone, sprinting. The noises got loud.

I ran out the front door, and kept going. I had to get far enough.

And then the North Tower was gone. I looked back, seeing a huge storm of dust and smoke coming my way. I tried to outrun it, but it hit me like a wall, and I fell.

I covered my mouth and my nose with my shirt, and closed my eyes tightly.

What seemed like ages passed, and the blowing dust and papers stopped. I stood up slowly, and looked around. It was dark, I could barely see from all the dust.

I could see a car flipped over in the distance. I started running around. "Alexandra! Will!" I yelled.

I stopped when I saw a figure. I started running over, and stopped when I saw it was only a police officer. I shook my head, and turned. I started to run.

"Hey! Kid! You can't go back there!" The police officer chased me, and grabbed my arm. I tried to get free.

"No! I need to find her!" I yelled, and started to punch him. I gave up, and fell to my knees, crying.

"Come on son, we have to get out of here." He grabbed me, pulling me to my feet.

"NO! Alex!" I screamed as the tears trailed down my face. But it was no use. Even if she were alive, she wouldn't have been able to hear me.

"2 days later, I stand here. I still don't know if Will, his father, the lady, and... Alexandra made it out." I spoke into the microphone, after saying the long story. Everyone was silent, watching me.

"And for the people who knew Will. His father. The lady. And Alexandra... and all the others who aren't found, I'm telling you. Don't give up. You don't know where they are. You don't know if their dead. No one knows, so don't listen to them until you have proof. There is a chance their alive. There is always a possibility. You just have to believe."

I took a deep breath, trying not to cry. I looked at my parents, tears in their eyes. I looked around.

"For those who lost someone in this horrible incident, there are tons who are praying for you around the world. I being one of them. God Bless us all, and America. Can we please have a moment of silence?"

The whole place went silent for a minute.

When it was done, I brought the microphone to my mouth slowly.

"And as for myself and Alexandra..."

I paused, and looked around.

"I swear. An angel was beside us the whole time."

I blinked and a tear dripped down my cheek. I wiped it away, as the whole place clapped. Everyone slowly stood up, giving me a standing ovation.

I nodded once, a small grin on my face, and walked off stage.

A few hours later, the whole thing was over. The camera crew left, and so did everyone else.

People had congratulated me on my speech, and said they were sorry for my loss.

I pulled up the jacket of my Tux over my head, to protect myself from the current rain that was falling down as I walked outside.

I headed to my car, and opened the door. I stopped when I saw a figure in the distance. I slowly closed the door, looking over.

The person smiled, and I froze. I slowly began walking over, but the walk turned into a jog, and the jog into a run.

She opened her arms as I ran up to her, grabbing her in a huge hug, and spinning her around. She had crutches, but I didn't notice them when they fell to the ground.

"Alex..." I whispered, pulling away. She smiled again.

"So you made it out too...?" She whispered back. I nodded.

"Yeah... I see you did too.."

"Mhm." She smiled, and I couldn't help but smile back.

"Where were you the past two days?" I asked.

"I was separated from Will and his father. I was stuck in this place underground... a car or something was blocking the exit. I was finally found, but the people took me to the hospital," She said, nodding down at her leg, and motioning to her head.

Her leg was in a cast, and I then noticed the crutches on the ground.

"Sorry. I didn't really notice the leg, I was too happy to see you," I apologised, picking them up, and holding them out for her.

She looked at the crutches, and then pushed them away.

"What are you doing-" I started to say, but was cut off, when she kissed me. My eyes widened, but I kissed her back. She pulled away, looking up at me. I looked down at her, holding her by the waist.

"How cheesy, Niall," She said quietly, and grinned. "Kissing me in the rain?" She raised an eyebrow, still grinning.

"What are you talking about? You kissed me!" I exclaimed. She just laughed, and rested her head on my chest. I wrapped my arms around her, closing my eyes.

"You're so cheeky." She said.

"Hey! I'm not-"

"That's why I love you."

I paused.

"You love me?" I asked, looking at her.

"Yeah." She pulled away, and looked at my expression. She frowned. "Sorry... I guess you don't feel the same way,"

I kissed her quickly, and then hugged her.

"Oh shush. I asked you to marry me, of course I love you."

She hugged me back, and we stood in silence.

"So, you said after we left the elevator we could go to my house and..." I trailed off. Alex slapped me, and then pushed me away. She grabbed her crutches, and limped off to my car.

I chuckled, and followed. I opened the door for her, and she got in. I closed the door, and jogged to the other side. I got into the driver's seat, and sped off.

"Dirty, dirty boy," Alex shook her head, tsking me. I smiled, glancing over at her.

"It's what makes me Niall," I said proudly. She laughed. I looked at her and started thinking.

I can't believe she gets to be mine.

"Alexandra Parker." I randomly said. She looked at me.


"Oh nothing," I smiled. Alex smiled back at me, shaking her head.

I looked at her again.

I then realised there wasn't an angel beside us the whole time through the North Tower.

It was just Alexandra.


So there you go! I hope you enjoyed it. Once again, I didn't have my facts at all so I'm terribly sorry if something was wrong. Please review, and tell me what you think. Thanks!