Chapter 2

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~Third Person P.O.V~

Kaycee read the story of how Niall and her just met.

It seemed crazy that little 15 year old Niall would become one of the best selling music artists in just a little over a year later.

She sighed. She hadn't seen Niall in ages.

Niall didn't get to visit home often, he was always gone and when he came back he was with his family, he wouldn't waste it on her, or so she thought.

She flipped the page of her diary to the next story, the moving in day.

~14 year old Kaycee's P.O.V~

It was July 10, 2009.

A week has passed, I haven't seen Niall in, a whole week!

We were starting to move our stuff in. I was supposed to help, but I went over to Niall's instead.

There was only a few feet of grass and a wooden fence separating me and Niall's homes. He heard our car and moving trucks pull in and immediately jumped the fence.

"Hey Kaycee. Back for me?"

"Hey. And we're moving stuff in. I'm supposed to, but I don't feel like it."

"Want to spend time and talk to me?"

"Maybe," I said blushing with a big smile.

He smiled back.

"Well while you're here and not busy I guess, you should come meet my mum. She's wondering about our neighbors."

My palms were suddenly sweating. I had no clue why I was nervous, but knowing me I would mess everything up.

"S-sure."

He smiled and led me to their front door.

"Hey mom, Kaycee, our new neighbor is here!" He shouted.

His mom came in to greet me.

"Well hello. My name is Maura, Niall's mom obviously. Welcome to our neighborhood. Bother the mess, but I was cooking dinner, would you like to stay?"

"That'd be wonderful," I said in my American accent.

That's right, I'm from California in the United States. My accent sounded so different compared to all the Irish ones.

We had already made a visit here, hence why we're already here, because my mom has relatives.

She wanted to be closer to most of her family and Jackson got bullied and beat up at school. This move would be good for the both of them.

"Wow, an American accent. Where are you from?"

"California. My mom has relatives near here."

"Well that's wonderful. I'm almost done cooking. You and Niall can go do whatever you please, I'll call you down in about 15 minutes."

"Thanks," I said with a smile.

His mom is so nice.

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