If I'm Louder - Niall Horan Fanfic

Chapter 12 - You're Racist

~Katie's P.O.V.~~

-DREAM-

I saw Mom and Dad laying on the ground with popcorn, talking.

"So... I was thinking... how about we... go to Mi-" Dad pops more popcorn in his mouth ever so often. I sneeze cutting him off. I was suppose to be in bed.

I was probably around 8. My hair stopped at the shoulder of my Mickey Mouse pajama shirt. I was short and skinny like a stick.

Mom smirks and looks at me as I peek around the doorway. "Shouldn't you be in bed Katrina?"

Katrina Lilian Walker is my full name. Mom only called me Katrina when she wanted me to get embarrassed, knowing I hated that name.

I groan and she laughs. My cheeks turn a light pink. "But I'm not tired." I squeak stepping out from around the corner.

Mom stands up and walks over to me. "You're a princess and princesses need their beauty sleep." She taps my nose.

She was dressed in her red and white Coca-Cola pajamas. Her hair was up and in a loose bun. Her hazel eyes light up in amusement.

"But if I'm a princess you're the queen." I laugh.

"You're damn right!" She nods before sticking a hand in the air, above her head doing her 'Bitch I'm fabulous!' pose. She closes her eyes and smiles "Cause I'm fabulous!"

I giggle and her immaturity. She laughs and drops her arm "Just kidding." She tells me then starts to tickle me sides. Dad joins in. He had matching pajamas on. Coca-Cola.

I burst into giggle fits flinging my limbs in every direction. I beg them to stop.

When they finally do I gasp for air. "Go to bed Kare Bear." Mom tells me and I do.

-END OF DREAM-

The memory fades out and I realize how much I love Mom and Dad. And that's a lot. They were my only family and my best friends but now I have Zayn and the others. Niall's my best friend as well as the others. I love them too. Maybe everything DOES happen for a reason.

Maybe there was a reason why I came here. Why Aunt Teresa couldn't let me stay with her. Why dad passed away. Why Mom was murdered. Why everything happened.

I sit up in bed and see Safaa sitting beside me. I jump squealing and she grins. I grab my chest sighing. I almost had a heart attack. Thanks Safaa... Thanks.

"Jesus Safaa..." I breathe.

"I know a secret." She sings.

"Spill it." I glare playfully at her.

"Someone fancies you." She whispers giggling. I jump back in surprise.

"Who?"

"One of the lads." She giggles.

I raise an eyebrow. If one of the boys liked me it would have to be either Liam, Louis, Harry, or Niall. Zayn's my cousin so... EW! Then of course Liam and Louis have girlfriends so that leaves Niall and Harry.

"Which one?" I ask suspiciously. But she locks her lips and throws away the key. "Damn... I wish you were 2. You'd fall for that." I mutter getting up and walking to the hallway. She giggles and follows me.

"I can give you a hint though." She tells me and I nod eagerly. I bend down and she whispers "He's different." in my ear and skipping away.

My mind instantly flickers to Niall. He is different. He's Irish. He's always hungry. He's short and he never stops laughing. He can play guitar, the others can't. I've even noticed he's left handed. The others are right handed. The obvious thing is that he's blonde, even though he obviously dyes it. He is the only blonde one.