Rockstar -- n.h

One

Lana's POV

It's July of 1997, and Lana and Niall were just about four years old. To catch up, Lana's dad had left in 1995, and her mum used the "he went on holiday" excuse when Lana would ask where he is, so it's only her and her mum.

"Mummy! Take me to Nialler's home!" I said, tugging onto her arm as she sat on the couch, watch tv.

I couldn't correctly pronounce Niall's name without the -er at the end (hence, the nickname everyone knows and loves, "Nialler"), so I always called him that.

I was pretty much addicted to seeing Niall, reason being he was my only friend, and I was a crazy three (almost four) year old with too much energy.

"You were just there, Lana!" Mum said, laughing a little.

"But I miss him already! Take me there, Mummy!" She had a look of confusion as to why I wanted to go over there again since I was just there a little over an hour ago, but she insisted that I should go, and she'd take me there.

"Okay," she said, putting on my little jacket and helping me put on my little shoes. "Did you make up that name for him?"

"No it's his real name, Mummy!"

"Okay, dear," she said, holding the door open so we can go.

I hopped out of the door, holding Mum's hand, as we walked across the street to Niall's home.

I knocked on the door (well, more like tapped lightly, now that I think about it), and I heard Niall's voice through the door.

"Is dat Lana, Mummy?" he kept saying repeatedly.

"Let's see," she said, opening the door to us. "Well, look who it is, Niall!"

His bright blue eyes stared into my green eyes, and he started smiling. Whenever we saw each other, we'd get really excited and almost fangirl over each other.

"Lana!" he said, giving me a big hug.

"Hi Nialler!" I said, hugging him back.

"No, it's Ni-all," he said, squishing my cheeks together so I looked like a fish. "Say it. Ni-all."

"Ni-all," I said, taking a pause between each syllable.

"Good job," he said, giving me two thumbs up. "Say it fast now. Niall."

"Nialler," I said with a smile. "Did I say it right that time?" I asked.

"No! You say it weird."

"Well, that's your new name."

"Fine. But only you can call me that. No one else."

"Okay! But it's not like we know anyone else."

"Whatever... Pinky swear?" he said, sticking out his pinky.

"Pinky swear," I said, sticking out mine and we shook our pinkies.

"So, what do you wanna do?" he asked me as I walked through the door and into his living room.

"I dunno," I shrugged. "Wanna go outside?" I asked. Niall had this huge trampoline and swing set in his backyard, and I loved going outside to play on it.

"But it's raining," Niall said, pointing outside the back door to the wet ground. It always seemed to rain here. It rained like four days every week, then it would be cloudy for two days, and only sunny one day.

I was used to this weather pattern, so I really didn't mind the rain. In fact, I loved it. I would always go outside and jump into the puddles.

"So? We can still go outside! It's fun!" I insisted.