Babysitting with Niall Horan (Niall Horan)

Chapter Twenty-Two: Niall's Apartment

TWENTY TWO
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Noelle

My eyes stared lazily at the television screen in front of me. Sundays weren't really my cup of tea knowing it wasn't much of the weekend anymore, nor weekday since tomorrow was Monday. It was such a lazy day.

"Well, we finished Jane The Virgin for now. Any recommendations?" My mother spoke, controller in hand.

Surprisingly, my mother had the day off. Her work schedule was never consistent, so whenever we had the chance, we will binge watch tv series until they were over.

I yawned at her questioning, "Uh, well, Jane The Virgin is off the list...we watched Money Heist, The Vampire Diaries, oh we can finish watching Gilmore Girls, I heard-"

Within my suggestions, I can hear my phone vibrate in place. My brows furrowing knowing that I didn't really get much calls in general besides my mom, which she was by my side already.

"Who is calling on such day?" My mother laughed.

I looked over at the unknown number in my sight and shrugged.

"Not sure...I have everyone in contact, let's see," bringing the phone to my ear, I answer.

"H-Hello?"

"Noelle? Or is it Elle I'm speaking to. I hope I am correct." A familiar faint laugh echoed through the line.

I did recognize the soft accent, but I couldn't really process in my head who it was.

"Uh, yes, this is she."

"Oh, perfect. It's Maura. Greg's mum. Theo and Finley's grandma!" Maura introduced.

I almost choked in my own saliva at the person I was speaking to.

"Oh! H-Hi, Maura. How are you?"

I was internally freaking out, but at the same time wasn't. It had been a while I've seen her. I should've recognized her voice right away, but somehow I felt lost for a second.

"Oh, I can be better! I'm so sorry for calling in such a late hour. I know you must be relaxing on a Sunday night,"

I adjusted my posture and shook my head, "No, no. You're fine. I'm fully energized." I smiled.

My mother squinted at me knowing I've been lying, but I was the family babysitter. Knowing from the tone of voice, they were calling for a reason, right?

"Oh, thank you for understanding. Greg have said you will most likely answer. He gave me your number." Maura laughed. "I was just calling to see if you can do me a small favor. I know it's silly of me since you babysit on the weekdays, but-"

"Oh, no it's alright, Maura. I'm all hands. A babysitter never really rest." I joked. "Is there anything I can do for you? Is everything alright?"

"Yes. You see, Greg and the kids left to a family party from Denise's side and he just rang me telling me that his brother arrived earlier this week from recovery. He was in need of a few over-the-counter meds, but Greg is far at the moment and I cannot drive. I stopped driving a decade ago! How embarrassing." Maura recalled.

I knew where this was going, but my mind was more focused on the fact that Niall was possibly back.

It had been almost close to two months since I last saw him nor spoke to him. The last message sent was the day he was scheduled for his flight and after that, we had no contact anymore.