Butterfly ✿ h.s.

Chapter ✿ 20

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Holly's POV

"So we're heading to 34 Belvedere Hill." Niall leans forward and informs the driver. He nods and puts the address into his GPS. With the first leg of the tour finished, everyone has three days to relax in before the next leg kicks off in Dublin. Today, Niall has invited everyone - Me, Poppy, the four boys, Lou, Caroline, the security guys and a band named 5 Seconds of Summer- To his house in Mullingar for a sunday barbeque, where we will get to meet his mother and brother.

"I don't think they'll like me." Poppy nervously turns to Niall, running her fingers through her straight hair. She crosses then uncrosses her legs, her white lace playsuit flowing with her every movement.

"You'll be fine doll. Everyone likes you." Niall smiles fondly and pushes her black raybans up her sliding nose.

"Cute nickname much? Sometimes you guys make me feel violently ill." They turn to me, broken from their trance.

"Oh thats not the worst one. What else do you call me Ni?" Poppy cocks her head at him.

" My Lucky Charm" His smile changes from fond to goofy.

"Why Ni? Why?" Poppy play rolls her eyes.

"Because whenever she's at my concert I perform well. Also because I'm Irish. Geddit?" Niall laughs.

"Oh yeah." I raise my eyebrow and look at Poppy and she shrugs as if to say What can you do?

"I like your playsuit." She comments, changing the topic. I smooth out the black fabric of my playsuit. It is belted, and has a low v-neck that I paired with black espadrilles and a silver statement necklace. I ruffle my hair that I decided to leave curly, and let it hang in front of my face.

"Thanks." I turn to look out the window, only to find what seems like acres of green expanse dotted with the odd animal. "Remind me where we are again?"

"Mullingar. We should be there soon." Niall smiles proudly and points out the window. "Look, there's the house!" House was an understatement. It was a sprawling estate, surrounded by abundant gardens. A long, gravel driveway trailed down the hill the house was atop, ending at a large iron gate held up by a stone fence. We pulled up before the gates and the driver presses the intercom.

"Hello?" A high pitched woman's Irish accent crackles through the intercom.

"Ma? Ey it's Niall." Niall leans forward and shouts into the intercom, his somewhat normal Irish accent becoming thicker with every word. The intercom buzzes, and the gates squeal open. Once we've arrived at the house and gotten out of the car, the large steel front door swings open and a middle aged, blonde woman rushes out of the house.