Hope you all liked my first chapter! This one is going to be longer, sorry for such a short first one! Well, stay lovely!
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"Niall's coming home." My mum said, staring at me. Those words rang threw my head, 'Niall's coming home.' I would've probably been out of the chair,screaming my head off by now. But I didn't, I sat there, a small smile forming across my lips.
"Niall...Niall is coming home!!" I shouted, throwing myself out of the chair, and doing some random dance. My Mum joined me, she loved Niall almost as much as I did. Her and Niall had always gotten along, heck Niall probably knew more about my Mum than I did, sad, I know. As we finished our dance I turned to her.
"When?! How long is he stayin'?" I asked. As I said that, Socks padded over to me, walking between my legs and rubbing her head against them, purring loudly. I picked up the cat; who had turned eight not to long ago, and gently stroked her small head, waiting for my Mums reply.
"He's coming tonight, staying home for almost three months, dear!" Mum chimed, smiling widely. I loved my mums smile, she had perfect teeth, she says she had never had braces, but her teeth are so straight...and perfect. Unlike mine, I had a snaggle tooth. I began thinking about Nialls teeth. They were crooked, last time I saw him. That was three years ago. But we texted, and called each other everyday. Judging by his newest photos, he had gotten them fixed.
"Three months! Niallers coming for three months!!" I screamed, setting Socks on the ground, then started jumping up and down. Apparently my younger brother heard, and came running into the kitchen. He and Niall were close, they liked playing football together, even though Niall wasn't the most athletic person. I laughed at the thought of him kicking the ball around, looking like a total dork.
*FlashBack*
"Kick me the ball! Kick me the ball, Alex!" Thirteen year old Niall, shouted to my seven year old brother. Alex nodded, as he began running toward Niall. I watched from the front porch, sitting on the steps. They passed the ball back and fourth, grinning at each other, and the occasional encouraging cheer spilling from Nialls mouth. Niall had thought he was the best football player ever, and said,
"Alex, I want to try something." Alex gave him the ball, pushing a dark piece of hair behind his ear. He took a step back, allowing Niall to be the center of attention. Niall had turned and grinned at me, giving me a friendly wink. I laughed, and yelled, "Whoa, Horan! You go, boy!" He just laughed, setting the ball on the ground and aiming it toward the goal. He drew his foot back, and hit the ball with the side of his large foot. I watched the ball land into the goalie, and shot up cheering. I heard a thud, and looked over at Niall who was on his back, groaning. "Me bum!" He yelled, rolling over. When he rolled over, he stuck his face right in dog dung. My brother and I broke into fits of laughter, Niall had never been so embarassed in his life.
*Back to reality*
"Nialls coming back?" Alex asked, a smile forming upon his lips.
"Yes, Niall is coming back. We are going to the Horans for dinner tonight!" Our mum said, smiling happily. "We have two hours to get ready, get, shoo!" Our mum laughed, swatting our behinds with the rag she had in her hands. I laughed, putting my hand over my behind, shielding her from the swats. My brother and I raced upstairs, practically pushing each other back. As I reached my room, I slammed the door shut, and raced to my closet.
I pulled open the sliding doors to the closet, and rummaged through the clothes. After what felt like forever looking for the perfect outfit, I settled on a gray shirt that had the Eiffel Tower on it, some white skinny jeans, my gray TOMS®, and also a gray beanie. I applied some eyeliner,mascara and a bit of concealer. I didn't want to make it totally obvious I was wearing makeup, Niall always made me wash it off if I did around him.
I checked the clock, seeing it was a half an hour before the dinner. Wow, time goes by fast. I walked down the stairs, seeing my brother and Mum talking. He had a black pair of jeans on, and a blue t-shirt. My mum was wearing a floral shirt, and some jeans.
"Ready to go?" My mum asked us, smiling brightly. I think she was excited about seeing him as much as we were.
My brother and I both nodded at the same time, Alex pulling himself out of the chair he was sitting in and sprinting toward the door.
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