Our Life And One Direction.

Loving Niamh

Makenna's P.O.V

When I was 13 puberty hit and suddenly Niall wasn't just looking like a friend anymore to Niamh.

"I really like him Kenna" She said, Niamh, sweet niamh, one of my best friends in the whole world, in love with Niall? It made no sense to me.

 One night Niamh went to see her granny so it was just me and Niall alone at mine's since mammy had gone out to dinner with her new husband Karl and his daughter Lily, Matt had went out with some friends.

"Alright Niall?"

"Grande Makie" (this was his nickname for me, Niamh called me Kenna)

"Makie?"

"Yeah Nialler?"

"Can I ask you something?"

"Sure anything"

"How do I get a girl teh like me?" I had laughed.

"Niall, you're the best lookin lad i've ever met! The inNiallator. You can get any girl yeh want!"

"But this girl, she doesn't like me like I like her"

"How do you know"

"I just know" he sighed. I smiled wickedly knowing it was Niamh

"Maybe she likes you more than  you think" i winked "Well we'll give yeh a make over sure?"

I had washed his hair over the bath, dryed it and straightened it. This is now Niall's signature haircut. Niall went to the all boys secondry school and I went to the local secondry school with Niamh. We still seen each other though. He would be waiting outside the school gates at the end of school and we'd go to the chip shop for some food and then he'd walk us home. I used to ask about this girl he fancied in front of Niamh and all he'd say was "She's amazing" but that he wouldn't have the guts to ask her out. My teen years were great. I had Matt and my mammy. I now had Karl and Lily. But best of all I had Niall and Niamh, my bestfriends in the whole world.

But my teen years were missing something, someone. Harry. And when I wanted to talk to him the most he emailed me. He told me he was happy, he had a girlfriend now and that his mammy and daddy had got divorced. Harry said the thing I really wanted to hear from him, that he missed me. I had Niall, my new friend who was a boy now but it wasn't quite the same without Harry. I told him about mullingar, about school and about Niall and Niamh. He seemed happy for me but his emails were empty. Something didn't lie well with Harry about Niall. Niall. I loved him as a friend and he loved me too. We could share things we couldn't share with Niamh, about how much he liked her. But the most important thing Niall's done for me is save Niamh. Literally. We were walking home when we were 14.........

Niall walked beside us. We had just got chips and were on our way to his house, his ma had invited us over for tea.

"What's on the menu for tonight Nialler?" I asked

"I don't know, yeh know what my ma's like" we laughed. Niall's mum was.... unusual in her cooking habits. We walked on finishing our chips and dumping them in a bin near by, we decided to get a full chip each instead of the usual one to share between us, we were prepared incase what Moira fed us  wasn't edible.

We walked into the park and sat on the swings. 

"What do you want to do when you're older Niall?" Niamh asked