So sorry for the wait, I've been super busy!
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My light brown locks bounced on my shoulders as we headed downstairs. Niall's fingers were still laced with mine. I gave the excited boys hand a tight squeeze, causing him to let out a low chuckle. As we made our way to the bottom of the tan carpeted steps, my Mums mouth hung open.
"Horan you've grown a ton! Look at that adorable face! Oh my goodness! How much you've grown!" She cooed, her hands cupping her red cheeks. "Oh my goodness!" She repeated, and her hands flew in the air. Niall watched her every move, a lopsided smile spread across his full lips. He ran his tongue over his lower lip. I hadn't noticed that I had been staring at the boy until my Mum ran into view to hug the living daylights out of the kid. He grunted as they came in contact, and hugged her back.
"Need air to breathe!" He chuckled, but hugged my mother back. His gaze turned to me, head resting on hers. I giggled, giving him a small wave. My mother drew back, a large smile spread across her dimpled face. I had dimples too, Niall had always liked to poke them. My whole family had dimples, I guess it was in our genes. Nialls eyes flickered back to the woman in front of him, and he was about to say something, but instead a loud,"Oof!" Was all that came out of his mouth. My brother was now squeezing him.
"Aw'h! Look who it is!" Niall hollered, grinning cheekily at the younger boy. "Little Alexander!" He smiled, and Alex pried his fingers away from the blonde. "Not so little anymore, are you?"
"Ha, No! And guess what? I joined the football team, so now I'm sooo much better than you!" Alex stated, grinning widely. The dark haired boy crossed his arms over his chest. Niall raised an eyebrow.
"Yeh? You, me, tomorrow, your house." The nine-teen year old pursed, his own arms crossing over his toned chest. Gee, that boy needs to wear white shirts more often. Again with the staring, Molly!
Maura clapped her hands together. "Who's hungry?" She asked, smiling brightly. Niall was the first to yell, "Me!!" But then said, "but I gotta show Molls something!"
The small group nodding in sync, as Nialls large hand laced with my small one. He grinned at me, leading me up the stairs to his room. As he opened the door, I stopped to look at him. I pulled him around to look at me. I began to study his features. I hadn't seen him since xfactor auditions.
"You look so different." I murmured softly, my face becoming serious. "Mum was right." I poked his cheek, giggling. "So much older. My little Niallers all grown up.."
Niall poked my right dimple, "You've changed yourself! So different, much, much different. You've changed from the little freckled girl to a beautiful woman," He smirked. He was sounding like my dad. I blushed, giving his cheek a gentle slap.
"Shut up." I retorted, stepping past him to go into his room. I could feel the boys eyes on my bum, unsure if I should be flattered, or completely freaked out my best friend was staring at me. I turned around, and his blue orbs locked with my green ones.
"You started it." He grinned, leaning against the door frame. He stuffed his hands into his pockets. Niall Horan, please wear white shirts for the rest of your days. "Really, you've changed a lot. So has Alex! Molls, he's like, almost as tall as me!"
"But your a shorty!" I laughed, sitting onto his bed. He seemed a bit offended, but I didn't mind. "What?" I asked, raising an eyebrow, "yOu are and you know it!" I laughed.
"I'm not that short!" He disagreed, his face red. Why was he embarrassed? He was pretty short, but he wasn't as short as he was since I last saw him. Compared to before he left, he was a tower now.
"Haha, poor Ni! You know I'm joking," I said, standing up and walking over to him. I lightly pinched his cheeks. "Now, what did you want to show me?"
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