Niall Horan Imagines

30. Act My Age

"Dad, can you please turn down your music."  Your son ask from the living room where your husband Niall is playing music, and rather loudly at that.  You chuckle from the kitchen where you're preparing Thanksgiving dinner because Niall turns the music down, but only slightly.

"Daaad."  he complains.  You, your daughter, and your two daughter-in-laws laugh together.

You cross over to the living room to see your son frowning at your husband who's dancing slowly around the room around the room with your 6 year old granddaughter.   Your other grand kids are scattered around the house engaged in various activities.  Between your three children and their spouses you and Niall have six grand kids and an other on the way.

"Hurry up Grandpa!"  your granddaughter, Rose, giggles.

He chuckles and attempts to move a little faster.  "May I cut in?" you ask.  Your granddaughter lets you and dances happily by herself.  Niall pulls you into his arms, and the two of you dance around the living room.

"Mom.  Not you too?"  Your son, Branson, questions.

You only laugh in response.  "Have I told you how much I love you?" Niall asks.

"Every day for forty years."  You respond, playing with the ends of his silvery hair.

~At dinner~

"Jen, did I ever tell you about the time where Louis and I were in charge of taking care of Branson for the day?"  Niall asks your daughter-in-law during dinner.

"No.  What happened?"  she asks curiously. 

"Dad."  Branson groans, "Not this story again.  You've already told in a hundred times."

"Well I'm gonna tell it a hundred more times!"  And he proceeds to tell the story to your daughter-in-law.

She laughs.  "Did that really happen?"  Niall nods but she's asking you.

"Unfortunately."  You answer dryly.

"You don't believe me?" Niall asks her, faking hurt.

"I don't know Dad," she laughs, "that was pretty outrageous." 

"Outrageous?  I'll show you outrageous.  Did I ever tell you about the golf incident with Harry?"  Jen shakes her head.

"I love this story."  Your daughter, Sybil, comments smiling.

The rest of evening is spent with stories from when Niall was on tour and the kids childhood.  But all too soon the youngest grand kids are starting to nod off and it's time for everyone too go home.

As the door closes behind Sybil and her family, Niall turns to you and says, "Let's go out and grab a couple beers."

You laugh.  "Niall, we have beer here.  Besides, the doctor told you cut back, it's not good for you." 

Niall frowns.  "What does he know?" He dismisses.  You hug him.

"We're getting old, Niall."  You sigh.  "How about I make some popcorn, you can have one beer and we'll watch a movie?"

"Only one beer?"

"Only one."

"Okay." He sighs.  You make popcorn and you and Niall watch movies till you fall asleep.  Though the next morning your bodies are sore, from sleeping on the couch.