The Football Game! (Niall Horan/One Direction Fan Fiction) (ON HOLD!)

Chapter Three

I've got 27 reads on this already. That probably doesn't seem like a lot but hell I was surprised to even get one person to read it, so thank you to whoever is going to carry on reading. It honestly means so much :) *Wipes tears away* Don't cry Amy. No need to get so emotional. You people are just so lovely. 

I know I said I wasn't going to update until next week but, I've finished the work that I need to for now so I've got time to write a chapter. YAY! We're all so excited. I joke. We're probably not excited at all. But yay for me and you people cause you're awesome. *Cyber highfive* fuck yeah!

Anyway on with the story...

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Amy's P.O.V.

We arrived home at about quarter to 4 in the afternoon. I got Isobelle out of the car and walked to the front door. I had to wait for my dad to unlock the front door because I forgot to pick my keys up. Silly me. My dad unlocked the door and we all walked in, I placed Isobelle on the sofa and took her coat off while my brother went upstairs and my dad went into the kitchen. I took Isobelle's coat and placed on the back of the sofa. I picked her up and carried her into the kitchen and placed her in the highchair that was next to the table. I could see my dad looking at me every few seconds. Cue the third degree, I knew it was going to happen at some point, but god dad, at least let me get some food first.

I found some pasta in the cupboard along with some sauce, I got some chicken out of the freezer and some stuff to make a salad with out of the fridge. Although I do eat a lot, I do actually quite like healthy foods, like salad. It's also a nice thing to eat in the summer cause its too hot to usually eat other things. I cut the chicken into small chunks and put it into a frying pan and then put it on the hob. I then got a sauce pan and put some pasta in and then filled it up with water. I also put that on the hob. While they were cooking, I started to make my salad. I cut up some carrots, lettuce, tomatoes, cucumber and anything else that I could find. I then got some Caesar sauce out of the fridge to add to my chicken salad once it was done. I carried on stirring the pasta and moving the chicken around until they were both cooked. I then drained the pasta, and put it back into the saucepan. I took half the chicken out of the frying pan and put it into a small bowl and then put the pasta with the chicken that was left in the frying pan. I added the sauce to the pasta and chicken and let it heat through for  a few minutes. i mixed my chicken  in with my salad and then squirted some Caesar sauce into it as well. I mixed it together and then put it on the table in front of one of the chairs. I turned off the hob and put the chicken and pasta into another bowl and put in front of Isobelle. I put a bib around her neck so that if she dropped anything it wouldn't go on her clothes. Although she's got tomato sauce with her chicken and pasta so it's probably going to go everywhere. I gave Isobelle a baby spoon and fork and told her to eat up. She didn't hestitate to start eating. 

My dad was still sat at the table and he'd been shooting me looks ever since I walked into the kitchen. I grabbed myself a knife and fork and just as I sat down. "Amy.."

"Yes dad?" I asked whilst looking up at him, he was already looking at me and he had a concerned expression on his face. Um okay? What's up with him?

"You know you shouldn't talk to strangers don't you?" He asked. Oh god. Here we go. I told you didn't I? Don't say I didn't, cause I did.

"Yes, I know dad, but for one he wasn't really a stranger cause he's Niall Horan from One Direction. Pretty much everyone knows who he is and secondly, I had to speak to him because he stopped Isobelle from running away any further. I had to say thank you some how. What did you want me to do? Start speaking in sign language?" I replied.