We All Fall Down •An Aidan Gallagher Fic•

•The End of Everything•

Aidan had called his mom last night to let her know he was staying with a friend. We didn't do anything but kiss, but the thought of the night gave butterflies.

My eyes fluttered open to see Aidan's sleeping face. He looked angelic, and when I saw his shirt was still off, my cheeks burned.

I traced my finger lightly down his chest. Aidan stirred slightly and I kissed him. His eyes opened and he smiled.

"Hey you." He said, his voice heavy from sleep.

"Hey." I answered back, propping myself on my elbow.

"I have a plan to keep us together." He announced, sitting up. "I thought of it after you fell asleep last night."

"What is it?"

"I know for a fact you can make it as a vocal artist. So why don't you are your family move to California with me? I can pay for the new house and all that but you will be able to earn a living once you kick off. With my connections I can have you on the radio in no time."

My head spun. I smiled and nodded for a few moments before saying, "Yes. Yes! It's perfect." I grabbed his hand and kissed him. "Perfect."

A loud knock on my door caused both of us to jump. Aidan scrambled out of the bed and threw his white t-shirt back on. I gestured wildly for him to hide in the closet before I opened the door.

My mother was standing then, looking furious. She threw a magazine at me and said, "Read this."

I glanced at the cover and mumbled"Shit."

Aidan's New Girl?
Famous for his role of "Number Five" on Netflix's Umbrella Academy, fans seem to constant ogle over his looks- but sorry ladies! Looks like Aidan Gallagher is newly taken- and they made it official last night in New York City with a promise ring.

Beneath that were the pictures of me and him last night. Another subheading caught my eye-

But Who Is She?
Our girl, identified to be Cecelia Connors from Oregon, had no official birthday. She isn't registered in any hospitals near her hometown or even in the last census. Basically, she doesn't exist. She hasn't been reached for further comment but we are asking for her, or Aidan's, input on who she actually is.

  
  I stared at my mother. "Why don't I have a birthday? Why am I not in the census?" I threw the magazine at her. "Who am I?"

My mother put her hands on her temple. "This is not the problem here, Cecelia-"

"Is that even my name? Who are you? Are you my mother? What the hell!"

"I... I can't tell you."
I put my finger on her chest and shoved her with every syllable. "Why, the hell, not?"

She averted her eyes. "It would tear us apart."

I slammed the door and Aidan came out of the closet. I showed him the magazine. His face twisted in confusion. My mother opened the door again and gasped. "What the hell is he doing here?"

I ignored her question as Aidan waved an awkward hello. "What the hell is going on?"

My father came in looking nervous. "The article was published this morning at eight." He glanced at the clock. "It's noon. And I just saw the police cars pull up outside."

My mothers face fell. "Arthur, no..."

They both turned to look at me. My mother said with a quivering voice, "Whatever you hear, we did it for your own good. We got out of there and took you with us."

My father said quickly, "I'm sorry."
    
I shook my head, "What are you guys saying? What is going on?"
    
Aidan, now looking out the window, called me over. I walked over slowly too see six police cars outside, blocking the exit. Over twenty people dressed in uniform began pouring into the hotel.
    
Aidan gave me a long, hard hug. My parents did the same.
    
"What the fuck!" I screeched.
    
My mother and father went into the hallway with their arms above the heads. I went to follow, but Aidan held my arm and shook his head.
    
The elevator dinged and I heard, "Police! Put your hands above your heads!"
    
I held onto Aidan as tears began to pour out of my eyes, my hands shaking.
   
I saw three police officers handcuff each of my parents, stating their rights. They were dragged out of my sight, and two officers came into the room.
    
"Can we ask you a few questions?"