Niall Stylinson

chapter 3

Harrys pov

Louis and the boy come back. I do the last few people and then I'm done. Louis whispers something in my ear. "The boy is staying with us for a while," I nod and we go to the car.

"Thank you," the little boy says. I put on Mathilda and the boy can sing everything. He's very cute! I do notice his accent. "Where you from?" I ask Niall. "Ireland but when I was 5 my parents and I moved to London!" He talks about himself which I'm glad about cus he feels alright.

"Do you have any disorders?" I ask. "I don't like little spaces," he says then. "Neither do I!" Louis says as he high-fives, Niall. I should drink less now this kid is with us. We arrive home and I open the gate. "You even have a gate?" He asks surprised. "Yes, it's so fans can't get it. It has face recognition so we will put yours in it too!"

"I don't think I'll come in without you," he says. "That's fine too," Louis says. We get in the house itself and Louis goes to the kitchen. I follow him while Niall looks around a bit. "I can't handle a kid! Not when I get drunk again!" I say scaredly. "Love, we have a kid now so maybe he can help you with his problems and we can help him," maybe he has a good point.

"Fine," I say. We walk to the living room where Niall is sitting on the couch but not watching TV. "Where were your parent's kid?" I ask. "I don't know," he says.

I can tell he doesn't want to talk about it so I stop asking questions. "What do you want for dinner cus there is no food and I don't want to go back to the mall," Louis says. "We could eat pizza?" Niall suggests. "Sure!" Louis says very happily. I know he loves pizza so he doesn't mind this kid.

Nialls pov

Some people say never meet your heroes but I'm glad I have cus they're nice to me. "Wanna see something cool?" Harry asks and I nod. He grabs my hand and takes me to the basement. I see all his music instruments like his guitar but also his piano.

"I could teach you sometimes," he says. I smile at him and walk around. "No thanks," I say. He sits down on the sofa that's there. I sit beside him and look at him. "Why did you start making music?" I ask him. "It feels right to make people happy. You're happy you hear Mathilda and other people are happy when they hear watermelon," he tells me.

"No Mathilda doesn't make me happy. Your voice makes people happy. Whatever you do in interviews like the black life matters and the pride flag when you're on stage. That's what makes the people happy most people just relate to your songs," I tell him. "I never thought of it like that," he says. "Guys dinner will be here in 5!" Louis yells from the stairs. We go back upstairs.

"Pizza!" Louis shouts which makes me jump. "Sorry kid didn't mean to scare you!" Louis says. The doorbell rings and to be honest I'm scared cuz the last time I heard a doorbell ring was when my parents got killed. Louis walks to the front door and I try to hide. I crawl under the table. When Louis comes back he comes to sit next to me. "You okay?" He asks. "Yeah now I am," I say and we eat pizza. "I want to watch a movie!" Harry starts to complain. "Ni, you choose one!" Louis says. "Choose Grease," he whispers in my ear which makes me giggle.