My Best Friend's Cousin ~ One Direction Fanfic {Niall Horan}

Chapter Fourteen ~ They Don't Know About Us

Dedicated to my best friend Skylar! Cuz she's the most amazing best friend I could ever have and the title of this chapter is also the title of her story! Please go read it! IT'S AMAZAYN!!! :)

Enjoy! xx

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~Niall's POV~

   I made my way into the small cottage like home, Charlotte following close behind me. I knew exactly what song I was going to show her. Ever since the first time we heard it, I knew it would be my favorite out of all our other songs. I knew she'd like it too.

Before making my way to my room though, I realized we still hadn't eaten yet, so I made my way to the kitchen. I stopped at the fridge and pulled out turkey and ham. Charlotte gave me a confused look.

"You brought me to the kitchen?" She asked.

I laughed "no, I was just hungry."

She rolled her eyes and giggled.

"You want something?" I questioned.

"Yes! I'm starving!"

"Turkey or ham?"

"Turkey, please!" She smiled.

I took out some bread and made two turkey sandwiches.

"Do you want cheese?"

"Sure!"

"Anything else?" I asked her.

"Do you have any ketchup?"

"Yeah." I told her and got a bottle of ketchup out of the fridge. When I was done, I handed her the sandwich.

"Thanks." She smiled, taking it.

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   After we finished our sandwiches, which was pretty quickly, Charlotte especially, I led her into my bedroom. I figured my mum and aunt were still out shopping, Charlotte confirmed that Caitlin was still fast asleep, so we pretty much had the house to ourselves. I led her into my bedroom and quietly closed the door, just in case Caitlin did wake up.

   I walked over to my closet and brought out my guitar. I caught Charlotte taking in the sight of my bedroom which at the moment was a complete mess. Once I had left on tour I took a lot of my things with me, leaving the room pretty empty feeling. The walls were bare, usually I had a few pictures on them, but now there was nothing. My bed had a few blankets thrown here and there, and a few pillows. The furniture was similar to all the other bedrooms with a desk, queen-sized bed, a side table, and a dresser. Ireland wasn't exactly known for its designer furniture.

  I took a seat on the middle of my bed, and took my guitar in my lap. Charlotte sat down at the edge of the bed, only a few inches away from me. She turned her head to face me.

"Uhhh... nice room." She said over enthusiastically.

I gave her an are-you-kidding-me look.

She put her hands up in surrender. "Hey, just trying to make conversation!" she says laughing.

I can't help but laugh at her lame attempt of getting out of awkward silence.

"So, what are you gonna sing?" She asks.

"It's a surprise." I told her, getting my guitar ready.

"Pleeeease tell me!" She begged, a playful pout on her face.

I smiled, she was so cute.

"Ok!" I announced when the guitar was all ready. She looked at me expectantly.