Niall's Baby Princess

Chapter One

"Dad why do we have to do this every year?" My little sister cried out after about ten minutes in the car for a twelve hour ride. "Because we love our family and don't want to be disconnected from them." My dear father, whom right now I wanna strangle for forcing a family of seven in a mini-van for twelve hours, responded. Before I continue the next eleven hours and fifty minutes of a packed van-ride I shall introduce you. Ok my Dad's name is Niall, he has bleach blonde hair (The fact is not natural it's really bleached) with his true color shining through, he's a very slim somewhat muscular man, he's young at heart and in reality old but not in a way. He's thirty-eight to be exact, but doesn't act much older than me and I'm fifteen. My Momma's name is Becca. She too is blonde, but she's natural. She's great, I love her, but when she's on her period, stay away. She's got curves that she shows off sometimes just so dad can hold her in front of the world and show to them he waited for his 'princess' that on the fourteenth of February 2021 became his queen. She's nineteen at heart but she's really 37. She loves everyone who respects her (a little skill she picked up from Gramma). Now my siblings; there's Luke, David, Jesse, and Deleana. Luke is 13 he has freckles, and dirty blonde hair that he ruffles to the side. His eyes are like a hazel color, but no one knows where they came from. Luke is THE prankster, whenever you need revenge or just a practical joke you call Luke. David is twelve and just figuring out the world, but he has bright blonde hair with black outlined 'nerd' glasses to cover these amazingly pukish green eyes. Jesse is 10 and he's the odd ball. He has brown hair, and the palest skin, and pale blue eyes, but it'll work well for the girls in the end, because his hair is adorable. And then Deleana, she's the sassiest seven year old you'll ever meet, she has bleach blonde loose curly hair (naturally)and the brightest blue orbs I've ever seen. And me, I'm fifteen and I have this really awkward hair, it used to be pin strait an now it curls at the end and frizzes in humidity, and blue/yellow/green/grey eyes. (They change). Gramma says I'm a spitting image of Momma when I was her age. I love my siblings, but they annoy the crap out of me sometimes. So that's the Horan clan. We're on our way to Momma's family's reunion. We live in Kentucky because momma loves it here and we have to drive all the way to Pennsylvania, because that's wear she used to live, until she met Daddy, and had one of the best love stories I've ever herd, legit.

~Back to the car ride~

"Why can't we just FaceTime them like we do your family Dad?" Luke asked. "Because my family lives in Ireland." He answered. Questions like this filled the car ride and cradled me to sleep...