Niall Horan Imagines

The Horan Twins- Part 1

**WELCOME BACK, HORAN TWIN FEELS! I wrote this because I've fallen in love with the "Horan Twins"

(Y/M/N) = Your Mother's Name**

Imagine Niall and James Horan living right next to you for more than half your life. You still remember the day when they moved in. It was a fairly sunny day, mild traffic, and a slight breeze would come through every once in a while. You were sitting in your bedroom, painting a picture of rainbows and unicorns while humming the theme song to My Little Pony and swinging your legs back and forth since the chair you were sat in was a bit too tall for your small size. And you heard voices outside and footsteps through the grass. You set down your paintbrush, hopped off of the chair, and ran for the window. Reaching up with your short arms, you pushed the curtain aside, and peeked out at the family who was shuffling in and out of the house next door. You smiled as you noticed two little boys, about your age. They both had brown hair and pretty blue eyes. You always wanted a friend to live next to, and they seemed perfect.

The next day, you could barely wait to meet them. Your mom agreed to take you over to meet them after lunch. You hurried through your bowl of Mac and Cheese, and threw on some sandals. You tugged on your Mom's arm until she finally led you outside and to the house next door.

The door slowly opened, and in front of you stood a woman with light hair and a nice smile. "Hello there," She smiled.

You looked up at your mom with a funny face, noticing the woman's accent. Your mother squeezed your hand and gave you a gentile smile. "Hello! I'm (Y/M/N), and this is my daughter, (Y/N). We live next door, and we just wanted to welcome you to the neighborhood."

The woman smiled, and stepped aside, allowing space for you to walk in. "Come on in, we can meet for a while," The woman said. "My name's Maura, by the way."

You and your mother entered their house, which still had boxes piled everywhere. You sat next to your mom on the couch, while Maura sat in a chair across from you. "Niall! James! Come down for a second!" She called.

You patiently waited as the two boys you saw the day before came running down the staircase. "This is Niall, and this is James," Maura said, holding the boys near her. "They're twins."

She elbowed the two, and whispered to them, "Say hello."

You giggled as they straightened their posture and both said in unison, "Hello, nice to meet you."

"What good manners you have!" Your mother beamed. You rolled your eyes, and continued to stare at the twins. "Well, I'm (Y/M/N), and this is (Y/N). How old are you boys?"

Niall was the first one to blurt out, "Eight years and nine months!" James let out a little giggle, slapping his hand to his forehead.

Your mother chuckled, "(Y/N) is eight too, and, uh, how many months?"

"Seven! Geez, mom. I'm eight years and seven months old," You said, this being the first thing that came out of your mouth since you walked through their door.

"Would you like anything to drink?" Maura asked, standing up and heading for the kitchen.

"Actually, I think I'm fine. Thank you for asking. (Y/N), how about you?" Your mom asked you, making eye contact with you.

"Ooooh, do you have any chocolate milk?!" You shrieked.

"Of course we do!" James exclaimed, following his mother into the kitchen.

This left you, your mom, and Niall alone in the living room. "So, what do you like to do?" Niall asked you, sitting on the floor near you and crossing his legs.

"I like to paint," You smiled. "And I like to sing and take pictures and go swimming and ride my bike and fly kites and chew bubblegum and build forts and jump rope and watch movies and eat popcorn and make cakes and dress up and draw butterflies on the sidewalk with chalk and do handstands and-"

"She's a very busy girl," Your mother cut you off when she noticed the overwhelmed look on Niall's face.

Niall giggled and looked up at you. "Well, I like to play football and race people on my bike and play with my toy cars and trucks and throw frosting at James' face and, ya know...stuff like that."

"You talk funny," You said with a little giggle.

"(Y/N), stop it!" Your mom chirped, lightly tapping your hand.

"I'm from Ireland," Niall said proudly, smiling. "That's why we all talk funny. But, you talk funny too..."

"No I don't!"

"Yes, you do!" He giggled.

"Nooo!!"

"Yesss!!"

"Nu-uh."

"Yu-huh."

"Nope!"

"Yep!"

You both just ended up laughing about it as Maura returned with your milk. "Thank you!" You said, grabbing the chocolate milk and drinking it like you hadn't drank anything for days.

"Hello," You said to James, seeing as you hadn't talked to him yet.

"Hi," He said quickly, staying next to his mom.

"I heard you're from Ireland," You raised an eyebrow.

"I am," James responded quickly, nodding.

"Yea..."

You smiled and continued to drink the milk, being the happiest kid on the planet at that time.

The years passed, and you watched as the twins grew, you growing right along with them. When the boys were twelve, they both picked up an instrument. Niall with the guitar, and James with the piano.

Gradually, the boys became very interested in music and Niall started performing with his guitar. He would occasionally sing along with it, until one day that's all he would do. Sing, sing, sing. Eventually, Niall started dying his hair blonde, and shorty after, James started doing the same.

James went off to become more of a book nerd, but he always stuck to his piano. He was definitely the twin with the brains. Not that Niall wasn't smart, but James was more likely to ace a test than Niall was.

It came to the point where you would hang out with the twins every weekend, and even after school somedays. You told them all your secrets and they told you all of theirs. On late summer nights, you'd lay outside and watch the stars together, on hot days you'd go to the beach together. Whenever you had a problem, you could tell the Horan twins, and they'd always be there to listen. If they were having issues, they could come to you and talk about it. It was almost as if you became a family member of theirs. Of course, the mothers became closer, too. On occasion, your Dad would go talk politics with their Dad.

And here you are today, happy to have the two best friends in the world.

"Hey (Y/N)," James said casually as he walked through your door.

"Hi!" You welcomed him, moving aside so he could sit next to you.

"Hey (Y/N)," Niall said, following behind.

"Hi!" You greeted him too, smiling.

"So, watcha wanna do today, guys?"

**Should I write more with the Horan Twins? Let me know!**