Angel Tears - A Niall Horan Fan Fiction

Chapter 23

I stood frozen to the ground like a block of ice as my own brother scratched his beard nervously, waiting for me to speak. I say nothing, not able to find any words, it seemed like my heart stopped so I wouldn't be able to breath and pass out right in front of him.

I see a slim blond woman standing on the porch steps in a forest green woolen sweater and slim fitted jeans. I stare for only a second until I noticed what she was holding in her arms. a baby, a little boy, a toddler no older than two years, maybe somewhere around one and a half. He carried the same gene of hair color from the woman holding him, his mother; but this his other features: the blue-green eyes, the soft pink tinted cheeks and the nose all resembled to someone familiar.

Greg noticed my sight and coughed for my attention, "Niall, this is my wife Denise, and this is our son Theodore." I stare at the toddler, my eyes wide as he stared back at me with the same haunting eyes as Greg's, sucking on his little thumb.

I felt dizzy, my stomach twisting and curdling, butterflies in my stomach, fluttering so fast with nervousness that I might throw up until not I die dry-heaving in my own puke.

"Niall?" I don't turn to the voice, but I know Luce stood beside me. She glanced at the family, suddenly surprised, "Oh, hello." she smiled sweetly, waving to the little baby boy, he smiled, but did not wave back.

"Hi, I'm Greg Horan, and this is my wife, Denise, and our son, Theo." Luce stopped breathing in realization, squeezing my hand tightly in a firm grasp.

"May we come in?" Denise asked in a soft gentle tone.

"O-of course, come right in." Luce pushed me slowly to the side, letting them pass.

"Niall?" I suddenly breath out feeling as though I held onto it for dear life. "are you okay?"

"Yeah," I finally speak, "I'm just tired, I'm gonna get some rest."

"Do you want me to accompany you?"

"No, just help them with whatever, okay?"

She nodded, "Okay." she stands on her toes to peck my lips, "Sleep well." she pecked my lips once more before making her way toward the living room.

I take a final breath, then held it as I jogged pass the living room and up the stairs, avoiding his gaze, when I finally reach my bedroom, I slammed it shut, and let out my breath.

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Luce's P.O.V.

I help Denise carry her luggage to the spare bedroom that wan on the main level of the house. 

"Thanks for helping us." I hear Greg say as I place the bags on the quilted bed.

"No problem."

"What's your name?"

"Luce Vines."

"Oh, so you're the girl that has my brother on a tight leash."

I stare at him confused. "How did you know about me?"

"Nana told me."

"Oh, I didn't know you keep in contact with Nana."

"I haven't, but she has." he starts placing folded clothing neatly into the drawers by the ced while his wife exited towards the bathroom with Theo in his mothers embrace.

"Did she invite you?"

"Actually, I invited myself, but I made sure she knew about it." So that's why Nana made me sleep in Niall's bedroom.

"I see, well, I'll leave you alone for tonight, and Nana will be home soon if you need anything." he nods in my direction, I walk towards the bedroom door when his voice stops me.