Plain Pain: A Niall Horan Fan Fiction

Chapter 36

LA was exactly the way I remembered it to be. The palm trees swaying, the light breeze brushing against my skin, the sun shining, giving light to the pure, morning sky.

Sometimes, small things like this made me wish I'd stayed in Los Angeles instead of moving to New York, but then again, if I had stayed, I would have spent most of my time just sitting there, wondering what could have been. Not to mention, if I hadn't moved to New York, I would have never met Niall again. In fact, now that we were actually friends again, I knew that I was truly happy I met him again at my dance studio back in New York.

"Do you realize that this will be the first time you actually see my house in LA?" I looked at Niall, a small smile tugging at my lips.

"I've seen it in pictures," he shrugged.

"That doesn't count," I rolled my eyes.

"Well, if we stay here any longer, our bodies will rot before we actually get the chance to go into your house," Niall joked, but I could tell he was nervous.

"Always in a rush, you," I shook my head.

"Trust me, I'm in no rush. I'm literally scared shitless," he complained, his face turning pale and further confirming my thoughts.

"Stop it. Nothing's gonna happen. It's not like this is the first time you're meeting my parents," I said, pointing at the front door to my parents' house that was a few feet away.

"I know but- what if I'm not welcome anymore?" he asked worriedly.

I suddenly found myself thinking about how he could easily perform in front of millions of people and still feel this nervous over something as small as meeting my parents. My heart grew warmer at the idea.

I pushed my hair away as the wind blew it onto my face before I spoke, "Do you trust me?"

He furrowed his eyebrows, "Of course."

"Then you'll trust that I won't let anything go wrong once we walk through that door," I pointed at it, "I promise." I held his hands in mine.

He looked at our hands for a few seconds, then back up at me. He took a deep breath, "Let's go."

I smiled at him, then let go of one of his hands, dragging him down the pathway and towards the house. We stood on the porch as I rang the doorbell, Niall tightening his hold on my hand, squeezing it in an anxious manner.

"Relax," I whispered into his ear before the door flew open, revealing my mom.

"Mom!" I exclaimed, immediately letting go of Niall's hand and running into her arms.

"Rachel?" she asked, completely surprised.

I didn't tell her nor dad that we were visiting. I thought it'd be better to let surprise them.

I pulled away and walked towards Niall, dragging him by the arm, "Look who's here!"  I sing songed.

"Niall! I'm so glad to see you," My mom said, bringing Niall into a hug. She looked at me over his shoulder in surprise and I laughed, silently saying that I'd be telling her everything later.

He wrapped his arms back around her, "I'm glad, too, Mrs. Simmons," he smiled nervously after pulling away.

"You just never learn, do you? How many times have I told you to just call me Jennel?" my mom scolded, a playful tone lacing her words.

"Sorry," he mumbled shyly.

"Come on in," Mom said, opening the door a little wider for us to get in, "Make yourself at home, I'll go get Robert," As soon as the words escaped her mouth, Niall grabbed my hand again, his eyes slightly widening.