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

Chapter 5

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

Chapter 5

-Caitlin´sPOV-

3 weeks after Niall went on holiday I layed on my bed, facing the ceiling and legs on the wall with my feet in the air. My mum visited us this week and now she still was over here. It was a friday and Niall would´ve come back soon.

I heard the doorbell ringing and went downstairs. There he was. Niall. "Niall!" I gave him a bone crushing hug. "Caitliiiiiin!" he yelled back. I led him in because it was a raini day. We were on our way upstairs when my mum yelled "Honey, who was that on the door?" while Walking out of the kitchen. "Uhm mum, this is Niall. Niall, my mum." "Oh, so you´re Niall. Nice to finally meet you. Caitlin won´t shut up about you" Way to embarrass me! My cheeks turned red. I felt it. She smirked. Yep, I told her about my feelings for Niall. "Nice to meet you, too, Mrs Green" He took the hand she offered. "Oh please call me Ella." "I will" "yeah, so mum, we gonna go upstairs." " have fun" she winked at us. We went into my room and I collapsed onto the bed. Niall looked a bit around and I couldn´t resist staring at his ass. He had a pretty good one. "I like what you did with that room. It fits you" "thanks" I smiled. He looked at the picture-heart on my wall. "Who are all those people?"

-Niall'sPOV-

She was even more beautiful than before I left. I missed her so damn much.

"Who are all those People?" I asked, looking at the pictures. She came up to me. "That´s my um, dad and me. Eliza and me when we were younger. Eliza and me last year and there we are this year. That are my grandparents. Oh, and this is, was, my footballteam. And this is Paul" Damn. I had no chance against him. He looked much better, brown hair, darkbrown eyes, good teeth and he and Eliza knew her best out of all people on earth and they know since they could think. They had a past. And I? I was an irish leprechaun she met like a month ago. I was nothing special but Caitlin deserved someone special.

I continued looking around her room until I saw something beside her wardrobe and walked over there. "You have a guitarr?" "Yeah. I love playing the guitarr." "me, too" "really?" she asked excited. "Yeah!" "Play something!" "okay and what?" "anything."

We sat back down on her bed.I took a deep breath and  began

"Together we cry...

Together we cry...

Jenny was a poor girl

Living in a rich world

Named her baby Hope when she was just fourteen

She was hoping for a better world

For this little girl

But the apple doesn't fall too far from the tree

Well she gets that call

Hope's too far gone

Her baby's on the way

But nothing left inside

Together we cry!

What about the junk head

Could have gone the whole way

Lighting up the stage trying to get a deal

Now he's lighting up the wrong way

"Something for the pain!"

Man you wanna see this kid he was so fuckin' unreal