Our Life And One Direction.

Young Days

Makenna's P.O.V

I was born in Holmes Chapil on May 16th 1994. I'm the middle child. Sort of. My older brother is Matt, he looks just like my dad and my friends drool over him, and my half- sister is Lily. Me and Matt grew up in Holmes Chapil with our mom Ivette and dad Bob. We lived on the same street, next door to one Harry Styles. Harry was my best friend, we'd do everything together. When we were 5 we made a pact, never give up on us. At that age we thought that meant being friends forever, but now I'm not so sure. Harry was the best friend a 5 year old could wish for, we didn't have other friends it was just us, little Makenna Phoenix and Harry Styles, never apart, not even at bed time! We used to open the windows in the middle of the night and write notes to each, put them in paper airplanes and send them into eachothers rooms. I still laugh at how silly and childish this was but yet it was very effective. Matt and dad used to tease me about how Harry was my boyfriend.

"So Makenna, how's your boyfriend today?" my dad teased one day

"He's not my boyfriend daddy!" I laughed 

"Well then why does he send you love notes in the middle of the night then?" Matt asked his mouth full of cereal. I aimed and kicked him in the leg. Matt was the only one who knew about me and Harry's airplane chats.

"What's this?" my dad asked

"Nothing da" Matt said quickly so I wouldn't aim another kick at him.

I had bounced out of my chair and opened the door to walk down and meet Harry, but he was outside the door with an expression I had never seen on his face before. None the less we had gone off on one of our adventures.

I'd been friends with Harry since we were toddlers and we seen each other all day every day, but that changed when I was 5. My dad was in a car accident in the middle of March 2000. He died. Mammy was so upset she couldn't stay in our home. She packed our bags, sold our house and bought us plane tickets to Ireland within a month. I promised Harry I would email him everyday and I did. But eventually the emails became less frequent and eventually they stopped. And when they did, that was the day my heart broke.

Niamh's P.O.V

 I was born in Mullingar, Westmeath, on the fourteenth of april, 1994. I'm the youngest of two. I have an older sister, Assumpta, who's only three years older than me. She's usually the one who bosses me around, but in a nice way, because she cares.

I was always such a backward child at school. 

"Mammy." I remember the words escape my little mouth, at the age of five, my plaits drooping at either side of my head. We were outside the village primary school. "I don't want to go Mammy." I cried, softly, tugging on her sleeve. Her soft brown curls were flustered, and she sighed. "Niamh pet, you'll be grand. I promise. And If you want to come home, just tell the teacher, okay babe?" 

"I want to come home now Mammy." I whined, my voice pleading. I bit into my lip. My mother fixed my collar, and brushed the hair out of my eyes. "Now Niamh, what will Assumpta call you?" 

"A baby mammy, but I don't wanna go." I sobbed. 

"A Baby? You're not a baby." She said, and gave me a nudge towards the door. I entered, begrudgingly. Little girls giggled, and laughed, and  sat on a secluded chair, not caring for them.

"Hi." I heard a soft voice, and looked up to a little boy, with blonde hair, and a sweet smile. 

"Um, Hi." I said, not wanting to take my eyes away from the person who cared. 

"I'm Niall. I saw your Mammy drop you off. Y'looked wile sad, y'did. I thought I might see if you were okay."

"I'm 'right. I'm just not a girl who can make friends. I'm Niamh Fitzgerald."

"I can be your friend."

"But...don't you want another friend?" 

"No, I want Niamh Fizzgerald to be my friend." He said, flashing his blue eyes.

He grabbed my hand. 

"Hey, wanna' play on the swings?" 

"Yeah, sure."

From then, we were inseperable. Niall and Niamh, Niamh and Niall, the ANiallator and Fizz. Until..he left. 

That's the day, I met Niall Horan, the boy....I think...I'm in love with.