More Than This (A Niall Horan Fan Fiction)

Chapter 20

Niall's POV

I'm about to catch a plane back to my hometown right now, two days after the X Factor. Despite the success and achievement I got, and the opportunities ahead of me, despite all the planes I took, all the hotel rooms I had book, all the places I've been, and all the faces I've seen, there is no place like home. Dublin is still the best place on planet Earth. Don't argue with me on that. By the way, I'm going home with allergies from all the alcoholic drinks I drank from the After Party and mixed in to my system.

I run into my room as soon as my mum and I reached home. I drop everything aside and as well drop myself onto my bed.

"Sleep." I murmur as I close my eyes, trying to get a good and long one.

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To: 10+ Contact Numbers

Bbq party @ Marc's place in a hour!! Bring foods!! Haha! :D No beers but rootbeers will do!! Lol!! Let's do this!!

I send a text message to all of my good old friends after Marc texted me to come over to his house and celebrate.

I get up after a five-hour sleep and take a shower. I grab some t-shirt, pants, brief, boxers, a pair of socks and wear them. I take the same tennis I wore this morning and run downstairs.

"Greg, you coming?" I ask my brother who is watching his favorite TV series. He just stares blankly at me. "Marc's."

"Oh." He pouts. "No. I can't skip this one." He reasons out, pointing at the television.

"K." I run out of the house. "I'll be back before midnight! Tell dad!"

"Whatever!"

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"Niall! Niall! Niall!" I hear some cheers from set of people I call my friends formed into a big circle who are sitting onto the grass of Marc's house's front yard as I walk towards them with the girl beside me that I picked up at their house before I get here. Let's keep her a secret but call her Thalia.

Hours tick by and the fun, the foods, the drinks, the stories of all kind told, the Truth Or Dare's, the Spin The Bottles, the guitar sessions, and the songs sang along are about to end. Empty food wrappers, barbecue sticks, and empty soda & root beer cans are everywhere. My friends are everywhere as well except for Thalia and I who are beside each other all the time. But don't disregard Marc who was also beside Thalia the whole time. He is such a bummer but at least he did not do anything to separate the two of us. Good, that's good.

"Let's go home?" I ask Thalia as I pluck the strings of my guitar.

"I can sense that that guitar is tired as hell already, so, yes."

"I'll go with you." Marc says. What?!

"Don't have to, Marc." I reply.

"I insist."

"Depends on Thalia." I almost raise an eyebrow at him, knowing that Thalia will say no.

"Thalia?" He asks her.