Horan Twins

Chapter Nine

(Continued from chapter eight)

The familiar man was right when he said that the tea here was good. It was probably the best peach tea I had ever had in my life. I defiantly was not complaining.

The hot liquid burned down my throat and left a pleasurable taste as it went down. The tea warmed my frozen body back to its normal temperature, and I finally decided it was probably time to go home.

I turned my phone off airplane mode, and waited for service, and finally when I had three bars, I called the taxi service and ordered my ride back to the royal palace.

The taxi driver didn't question me halfway through the ride, but when we finally arrived, the security at the gate were reluctant to let a taxi driver in.

"Price William and Kate never mentioned a Bartley." a security guard mentioned, not letting us pass through.

"Then call one of them. I need to get in." I said, and I could tell the taxi driver was fed up with the security's crap, but was intrigued with the thought of getting inside the gates.

"Both are in an important meeting at the moment and it would be highly improper of me to disrupt them to let a stupid teenage boy inside the gates." The rude British woman spoke.

"Let the fücking boy in." Harry spoke. I had only met him a handful of times, an I could tell he wasn't very fond of me due to William choosing me as his best man, but I couldn't tell William how to make his decisions. Nobody could, except Kate.

"Thank you Harry." I spoke into the microphone. Harry was still inside, and used somewhat of a walkie-talkie service to let the security guard know it was okay.

The taxi driver was erratic at the sound of a royals voice, but he wasn't allowed inside the gates. I paid the driver, and walked through the gates, up the long driveway, and back into the royal palace.

When I got into the hallway, I passed my mothers room, and to my surprise, both were sprawled across the bed, sleeping like babies. Finally they could get some sleep.

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Niall's POV

They say there are seven other people in this world that look exactly like you. That you're one in a billon. I didn't know it was true until Liam called me today.

He told me he saw someone exactly like me today in London. He said he thought he saw me, if I had purple hair and an American accent. I couldn't imagine myself with an American accent, only if it was an awful impersonation.

Truthfully, I never believed those photos were photoshopped. They seemed to realistic. Plus, rumors are never random. They always have something to do with something I do or say.

This time was different. I'd find out who is pretending to be me. And I will terminate them.

Just kidding I wouldn't go that far, but they will be hearing from my lawyer. God damñ I sound like Harry.

What am I even doing right now? I'm home. In Mullingar with my family. I'm supposed to be having time with my family before the tour starts, but here I am stressing about some imposter. I'll be fine. Soon I will be in America, performing in front of hundreds of people per day to spread the name of out band.

I need to relax! Chill out. Maybe get a pedicure with my mum to spend some time with her. We haven't had a good time together in awhile.

So while Greg and my Dad were too strung up on some derby game I was uninterested in, I grabbed my mum's shoes. Her hand soon found mine, and I pulled her out the door despite her pleading for me to let go.

"Were going out." I stated, starting the vehicle.

"I look awful Niall! I didn't even do my make up today!" She complained.

"To bad so sad. You deserve a day out." I stated.

"Niall, take me home now." She stated once we were halfway down the street.

"Sorry Mum. I'm eighteen now. I do what I want. And I'm going to keep you hostage for a few hours." I smiled to myself, and my mum huffed in annoyance.

I smiled in satisfaction, knowing that I won, and sped down the road towards the nail salon I knew all too well.

"Oh Niall, you don't have to." She said once we pulled up.

"Oh Mum, I want to." I smiled, and so did she.

Mum slipped on her sandles, and unbuckled her seatbelt, following behind me and into the nail salon we used to go to once a year.

Back before the xfactor, every year on her birthday, I'd take my mother out to get a pedicure. Since I was thirteen, if work my butt of for two months straight, just to get enough to pay for it. Nobody deserved it more than she did, and I wouldn't be happier pampering anyone else.

Soon, our names were called, and this year, I finally had enough for me to get a pedicure as well as my mum.

I couldn't be happier doing anything else at this moment.

AUTHORS NOTE

This is like 100 words less than my usual chapters, sorry.

Also, first point of view change in the middle of the chapter, so sorry if I confused you.

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