They don't know about us (A Niall Horan Fanfiction)

Chapter 3

They don´t know about us (Niall Horan FF)

Caitlin´sPOV

The minute I stepped out of the plane I inhaled the fresh irish air. It smellt nice. It was a bit rainy and not as warm as in Germany but it was okay.

My dad called a taxi and while we waited I quickly texted my mum, Eliza and Paul.

C: Hey:) we just landed and are now waiting for the taxi to pick us up. Miss u already xx

A few minutes later I already recieved their responces.

Mum: that´s nice, darling. How do you like it so far? Miss u too honey xx

P: nice to hear:) OH NO!!! On my way to the park... just realized you aren´t in our Team anymore... Now we´ll lose! AAAAHHHHH!!

A: nice:)) miss you too sweaty! xx TELL ME: HOW ARE THE BOYS OVER THERE?!;)

I had to laugh. Mostly at Pauls and Eliza´s. Yeah... I´m more a Boy than Eliza was one and sometimes I had no clue why she was even my friend butI loved her. You know... I had the other side there ... Whatever. I quickly responded.

To mum: didn´t see much... only the airport but that looks quite nice:D and it´s a bit rainy too:D

to Paul: ´evil laugh´

to Eliza: emmmm do you really wanna know? I mean sure... maybe I could go to our pilot and ask him if he´s interested in a 14 year old girl ... kidding! IDK!! I didn´t see much besides the airport yet:D

Than our taxi came and we made our way over to Mullingar, our new hometown.

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Once there I stepped out of the taxi and looked at our new house. I already loved it without even going inside.

Dad payed the taxi driver and we headed towards our new house. "Do you want to open?" "YES!" I clapped my hands excited. He smirked and handed me the keys. I opened the door and stepped in. In front of me was a long corridor with two doors to the left and a staircase on the right. That staircase was like it was in the wall so on every side of it was wall (hard to explain, picture on the side... hope you can recognise it...). At the end of the corridor was a glass door. The walls were white and the floor was parquet. There was nothing else yet but my jaw dropped eitherways. "OH. MY. GOD!" was all I managed to let out. "Want a tour?" I nodded. It was everything I could do at that moment with my jaw still dropped. He chuckled and opened the first door on the left. We stepped in and I recognized it as the kitchen. It was quite big with a window over the sink. You could look on the street. On that side were the sink, dishwasher, bin and the fride and freezer. On the opposite wall was nearly nothing beside a big table in the corner. That was everything in the room yet but it still looked nicely.  Than we walked out and into the next room on the left. It was a bathroom. Not really small but not too big. There was a shower, a toilett, a sink with a big mirrow over it and a few shelves. We went into the room behind the glass door. It was a pretty big one and I assumed it was the living-room. The fornitures were still in their boxes and so there was barely anything in that room. On one wall were many windows / doors which led into the garden. We had a quite big garden. Afterwards we went upstairs. There were a smaller corridor than downstairs and 4 doors. One to the left, two in the middle and one to the right. First we went into the one to the left. I guessed it was a bedroom. Than we went into the two rooms in the middle. One was also a bedroom and one was a bathroom. Afterwards we went into the room to the right and it was an even bigger bedroom with a balcony with a good sight over the garden. That was my favourite room of the house. "So, which room do you want to have as your bedroom?" My dad asked. "Do you mind if I choose this one?" I asked hopefully. He chuckled "of course not! I guessed you´d choose this." "you know me well" "yup! so, you´re clothes are still downstairs and we don´t have fornitures for your room so far and that´s the reason you have to look for them the next time and also for a way to paint your walls." "ok" I smiled. He did too.

Half an hour later I decided to go Jogging. I grabbed long sweats, a sweatshirt, hoodie, pair of sport shoes, my ipod and a bottle of water. I put my hair in a ponytail and was with a "see you later" out of the door. I didn´t know anything in Mullingar so went into the park in front of our house. It was quite nice and natural. Soon I saw a small Group of boys playing football. I had to say, they were not bad. As I was at their high the ball flew exactly in my direction. I did a header and a secound later the one boy who chased after the ball bumped inside me and we both fell, he on top of me. He saw me in the eyes. Wow, his ones were beautiful. I had never seen such beautiful eyes before. He had blond, (for a boy) long  and wavy hair. He looked really good and I didn´t know why but I had a bit of butterflies in my stomach. Wait, no, that wasn´t possible. He immediatly said "sorry, I didn´t saw you" and helped me up. "It´s ok. I didn´t saw you either." I smiled. He smiled back. Oh Lord, that smile. He had crooked teeth but that made him even more attractive, if that was even possible. "Are you okay?" "yeah, yeah, everything´s fine. What about you?" "same. You´re new here right?" "how do you know?" "I didn´t saw you here before and you don´t have an irish accent" oh yeah, his accent. I ever loved that accent but it sounded even better when he spoke.  "yep, I´m from Germany. My English isn´t the best so don´t wonder." I chuckled and looked around. All the other boys had their jaws dropped a little. "What? Do I have anything on me?" I looked down at my clothes but saw nothing so I saw back up. "No no, you just scored a goal." A brown haired boy said. "And? What´s the problem?" "that YOU just scored a goal. You´re a girl!" "girls can also play football. Anyway, I have to go. Bye" I waved, turned around and continued jogging. The blond boy yelled a "bye" back and than continued footballing. I had no idea why but that boy woudn´t come out of my mind that afternoon.

Later that day I was still jogging and totally forgot about the time and I also had no idea where to go. I went along a street until I saw that blonde boy on a door again. He was about to go inside until he saw me. My heart beated faster the minute our eyes met. He smirked. "Are you still jogging or Stalking me?" "the first one" I laughed but he seemed shocked. "What´s up?" I asked worried. "You know that was 3 1/2 hours ago?" My eyes grew wide and my jaw dropped. Now he was the one who laughed. Oh my god, that laugh. "Um, could you maybe tell me the way back to the park?" "Sure, but we could be away a little. That is like on the other side of town." "No problem. Thank you" I smiled. He did too and walked beside me. "I´m Niall" he said. "Caitlin" we both smiled.

Nearly an hour later we were finally home. "Oh thanks lord!" "Niall is enough" I laughed. "thanks Niall." "No problem. So, we´ll meet again?" "sure. You know where I live and I guess I´m gonna see you in the park again." "yep" "bye Niall" "bye" he turned around and began walking back while I opened the door.

After showering, eating and preparing for bed, I went sleeping. The bad thing was that I couldn´t get Niall out of my head so I didn´t fell asleep until 4 am. I woke up at 2 pm because of the door bell ringing. I knew nobody opened because It rang a minute later again. I went downstairs and opened. Oh damn you Niall! "Hey" he said happily. "You woke me up!" "you were still sleeping?" "yeah?" "you know it´s 2 pm?" "yeah?" "wow! I always thought I´m sleeping long but I guess I was wrong." Yeah, you didn´t have to think about that cute irish boy named Niall who- Oh wait, no, you didn´t have to think about yourself when you went to bed right? "I fell asleep late. Why are you here?" "oh yeah, I wanted to ask you if you want to play football with me and the boys?" "sure. give me 5 minutes."

After getting dressed and brushing my teeth and hair and putting them into a ponytail, I made a bread and went with Niall out of the house. "Why that bread?" "you woke me up and I´m a hungry person!" "could I please have a b-" "NO!" I yelled. "I´m sorry but I´m hungry and I don´t really share usually. Sorry" "I understand you. Food is the best! I´m starting to like you"