Our Life And One Direction.

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Makenna's P.O.V

Me, mammy and Matt moved back to Ireland, to Mullingar, where mammy grew up. We lived with granny for a while but eventually we moved in to our own house. It was homely, it was our home. I was lonely for a while, with only my emails to Harry for comfort. But soon mammy decide to send me and Matt to school. We started at the local primary school, St Joseph's primary school Mullingar. I was 6 so I was primary 2. Matt was primary 4. I soon settled in after a few weeks and made some new friends in my class. Their names were Hope Jackson and Niamh Fitzgerald. Hope had a round face with warm eyes and her hair was flaming red and usually so were her cheeks, Niamh was just perfect, the cutest girl with loveliest long blond hair which was usually in pigtails. They were my friends, still are. But my other friend was different from all of them. For a start he was a boy, his long blonde hair fell slightly over his sapphire blue eyes, his face was soft, perfectly shaped and his boyish good looks were obvious to me even though I was only 6. His name was Niall Horan. After a while he and Niamh became my best friends. Hope lived 2 streets away so she usually walked home herself or got a lift with a boy called Cahir. Most days Niamh and I would walk home together with Niall tight at our heels. Niamh lived 4 doors up from me and Niall lived 5 minutes away but he still walked with us until he had to go down his lane. I was happy in Mullingar with mammy and Matt, my new school, new home and mammy was happy which made me happy, but most of all I was happy with Niall and Niamh.

Niamh's P.O.V

Since P1, I'd Longed For A girl friend. Not that I didn't absolutely adore Nialler. But sometimes, having a girl besfriend, is so essential. 

Makenna Phoenix was the best solution. She had beautiful light blonde waves, and a small, heartshaped face. She was always kind, and caring. We walked home together, and everything. 

She told me about her best friend back in england, Harry Styles. She said he would come over and live with us someday, and we'd all be best friends. Niall enjoyed the extra company, too. I remember the three of us on hot summer days, sitting in front of the bar, sipping on lemonade, while Assumpta would tell us of all the things she liked to do in the sun. 

I never tanned though. Makenna got a healthy glow, and I nudged her. "You're so lucky. I want to be tan, like you." I sighed, looking at my own white arms. "You don't need to be tan." Niall said. Days like this, it was obvious how different girls and boys were, at the age of seven, or eight.

"Being tan's pretty Niall."

"But you are pretty. I think you are."

"No one else does, and you're just pretending."

"I'm not."

"Are too."

"I think you suit being pale." Makenna would kindly smile.

"You suit anything, Kenna." I smiled.

"You're such girls." Niall would laugh.

"You're a girl." I'd say, in a high pitched voice, and we'd all laugh.