Little Things

~Meeting Niall Horan~

Author's Note-

Hey guys! This is a One Direction fanfic about Niall Horan! By the way, I'm new to Wattpad and have never wrote a fanfic or posted a story online before. So, please comment and tell me if it's good or not. Hate is welcomed! :) Chapter 1 might be a bit long and probably boring to some but please read and enjoy! Tata!

P.S. The beginning might be boring...

-Jbc

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Chapter 1           ~Meeting Niall Horan~

(Mio's POV)

I was scrolling down my 'News Feed' on Facebook, looking at One Direction pictures and reading the 'Imagines'. I can't help but smile to myself. I was proud to be a 'Directioner' !

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I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn't hear my twin brother coming in my room. "Yahhh!" he screamed and jumped on me. "Hey! Ow! Can't you at least knock?", "Well, I did but my lovely sister Mio here was too busy day-dreaming about that 'One Direction' of hers" he stuck his tongue out at me. "Gahhh whatever Milo", even though he's 12 seconds older than me, he's such a kid! I gave him the 'you're such a kid' look and he replied, "I'm older than you, you know" and rolled his eyes. "Whatevaaa, just know that we're both 18", "Yeah, yeah. Hurry up, we need to drive to Aunt Emily's house, mansion, whatever it is", "Alright! Alright! Chill bro!". He ran downstairs to check if we got everything we needed packed and ready to go. As for me, I got everything I needed already neatly packed in my purple suitcase, so I just stuff my Macbook inside with the other stuff. Milo and I were moving into our Aunt Emily's little mansion. Our parents had passed away last year in a car accident. It was a tragic accident...

*Flashback*

They had just got off the phone with Milo, telling us they were on the way home from their vacation in France. (We are living in England by the way). They got on a cab and on the way, the cab driver got distracted by something on the road and since it was night time, he strained to see what that thing was. Sadly, he didn't see the truck that was swerving between the lanes and the truck crashed into them on the side so hard, the cab did a double flip in the air and crashed into the nearest telephone pole. The impact killed the three of them immediately, flames engulfed the car, and the sounds of the firetrucks echoed into the night. The front of the truck was smashed in pretty bad and the driver was severely injured. The police phoned us the next day, telling us about the accident. Milo and I cried for hours and that month was pretty hard on us. We would not speak to anyone but ourselves. Both of us stayed alone in the house for the past year, until Aunt Emily called and told us to move in with her.

*End of flashback*

Thinking back on this makes me have tears in my eyes... "Mio!", Milo's voice brought me back to the present. "Yeah!", "Miola!", "What?!" I yelled and heard him running up the stairs. "Come on! Let's get going! She's expecting us at 2, you remember that right?", "Yeah, yeah..." I mumbled. "Hey. What's wrong?". I guess he saw the tears I forgot to wipe. "Nothing", "Thinking about mum and dad?" I heard the sadness in his voice. "Yes, I was but now I'm not. And you know what? The past is in the past so let's get moving!", "Haha I guess so". He carried my suitcase downstairs (aww how sweet of my annoying brother) and I followed suit.