Harry and I had been dating for almost a month, and I was the happiest I had ever been. We spent most days together, either him coming to mine or me going to his. Both our families were pretty accepting of it all too.
I was still extremely afraid of showing him my freakish mutation, so my ears and tail stayed hidden. Well... until one fucked up weekend in November.
Liam, Harry, and I were all sound asleep in mine and Liam's room. Harry and I were cuddling in my bed when a loud knock was heard from downstairs. The knocking got louder as multiple bangs hit against the door causing all three of us to groan, irritated by the fact that someone was disrupting our sleep. We all headed downstairs to find out who was at the door, no doubt Louis or Zayn, or both of them, I thought.
Mum, Nicola, and Ruth were standing in their night gowns, clearly tired, their hair a mess and eyes droopy. Dad answered the door as we were stepping off the last couple of stairs.
"Is this the Payne residence?" The unknown man, who had a clear Irish accent, asked. I couldn't see the man due to dad blocking the door.
"Yes..." dad said cautiously.
"You adopted Niall Horan, yeah?" Dad nodded his head.
"Could I see him?"
"I'm not so sure that's a good idea," dad told him. "Who are you exactly?"
"I'm his brother." My ears perked up, and I was surprised to hear that my brother, whom I hadn't seen in almost five years, was at the door.
"Greg?" I said, walking toward the door.
"Niall!" Dad stepped out of the way, allowing me to see all of my brother.Greg was much different. He was at least twenty one now, and three inches taller than me. He had facial hair and a deeper voice. His body build seemed more muscular than before as well.
"What are you doing here?" I asked him, surprised that he had traveled from Ireland.
"I want you to come home with me." My body froze. I wanted to be with Greg, I really did, but I also wanted to be right where I was with my parents, siblings, and Harry.
"I can't," I told him, shaking my head. His face dropped.
"But Niall," he said, his voice straining, "I went through so much to try and gain custody of you! They said if I could get you to agree to come home with me, we could sign the paper. We could finally be together again, be a family like we're supposed to." I sighed.
"Greg," I started, "I have a great life here in England. Everyone's really nice to me, and I have a lot of friends. I have an amazing family, and they love me. And I love them. I'm happy here, Greg."
"Do they know?" he asked me, making me question what he meant.
"Do they know?" he repeated, pointing to my head then down to where my tail was. I shook my head.
"Would they still love you if they knew?" His question stunned me and made me quite nervous. It was something I wondered too, but was too afraid to act on.
"Tell them Niall," he said loudly, getting their attention. He clearly did it on purpose.
"Tell us what, Ni?" Liam asked, looking at me with his worried face.
"Greg-"
"Tell them or I will." I was terrified to let them know about my cat mutation. What would they think? Would they suddenly not like me? God, why was Greg doing this to me?
"What is it?" Dad asked in a soft tone. I sighed and looked down at my plaid pajama pants.
"Keep an open mind... please," I begged, grabbing onto the waistband of the pants and pulling them down. I unraveled my tail from my leg in the process, showing it off once my pants were completely off. I let my ears relax and poke up, showing off prominently through my hair, which was starting to show my brown roots.
