Stole My Heart

Chapter 23: Hello Ireland!

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Chapter 23: Hello Ireland!

Yassi’s POV

“Baby, wake up, were here.” Niall shook me gently and I fluttered my eyes open and took a view at the window. I smiled to myself and grabbed my belongings.

Screams and gasps of fan girls bombarded our ears. Airport security rushed over to us and formed a circle, protecting over the crowd.

“YASSI, STAY AWAY FROM MY NIALLER, YOU ARE NO GREATER WITH HIM! BACK OFF PLEASE.” A girl warned and Niall wrapped his arms around me securely, I’m pretty sure he heard the girl while I just put my head down.

“NIALL, WHY ARE YOU EVEN WITH THAT SLUT?”

“NIALL, CAN YOU PLEASE BE THE FATHER OF MY BABIES?!”

That wasn’t a very warm welcome, hates were thrown at me, like daggers stabbing me right on the point but the last one made me laugh.

“Babe, ignore them please…” Niall whispered and I nodded my head as we exit the airport and entered the car. Well, that was a relief finally, peaceful at last.

We arrived at Niall’s home and greeted by Maura, Niall’s mum.

“Niall! My baby munchkins.”  Maura hugged Niall tightly and I stood there giggling over Niall’s nickname even though it’s sort of adorable.

They pulled the hug and Maura stood in front of me.

“Oh, hello there, Yassi right?” She said well more of a question actually.

“Yep, that’s me.” I said and she enveloped me in a hug.

"Dear, you've grown much! I still remember you and Niall playing around! And Niall keeps on telling me stories about you.” She said.

I chuckled but blushed at the some time and he looked away at me pretending he didn’t saw me.

“Mum, how about we get our things on my room and you prepare us lunch?” He suggested.

“Good idea! And, oh, I cooked your favourite food.” She said and Niall’s smile grew wider.

“Thanks mummy!” He said and we came inside headed towards his room.

“So, what are the things you’re telling me about to your mum?” I asked

“Nothing,” He mumbled, arranging his clothes.

“What do you mean nothing? Your mum just mentioned it earlier!” I said.

“Aw, come on tell me! Pweasee?” I begged, giving him my no-one-can-resist puppy dog eyes.

“No,” He said plainly, avoiding my look ‘cause if he saw my face he will probably give in.

“Look me in the eyes!”

“Nope.”

He won’t give in so, I tackled him on the bed and tickled him to death. I know he is a ticklish person and this is one of the ways for him to give in.

“Alright! I’ll tell you, but please stop I’m dying!” He said in between laughs and I stopped.

“So what was it about?” I asked as he fixed himself.

“It was about how pretty, kind, wonderful you are and being one of a kind. Plus, how amazing our date was.” He grinned at his words and I feel flattered at his thoughts. I leaned in to reward him a kiss from me.