Uncle Paul (A One Direction/ Niall FF)

Chapter Two: That's why you look Familiar

"Are you serious?" I asked over and over again.

"Yes I work for One Direction." Uncle Paul said again for the fourteenth time.

"That explains everything," I said cool and claim. I wasn't freaking out or anything but it was just that cool, I mean who wouldn't ask fourteen times just to be sure.

"So you really know One Direction?" I asked him slowly, He just nodded back to me.

"So Lou and Hazza are immature?" I asked him slowly.

"Very immature." He answered.

"So they do pull pranks?" I asked slowly still shocked to find my only Uncle in London worked for them.

"Yes, it's not funny." Uncle Paul said. I looked at the clock it was quarter to nine.

"Is Liam the nice?" I asked him slowly.

"Yes a gentleman." He smiled.

"So does Zayn really look into every mirror?" I asked him slowly.

"Yeah it does help most days." Uncle Paul said.

"So does Niall really eat anything?" I asked slowly.

"Yes," Uncle Paul rolled his eyes at me.

"Liv I think it's time for bed." Aunt Mill said to me.

"But-" I started off.

"No but you have a long day tomorrow."  Aunt Mill cut me off.

"Really why?" I asked getting up.

"Because we have to go down town tomorrow, and then meet your Uncle at work." Aunt Mill said. I just nodded and walked up stairs to my room.  Hopefully I would meet One Direction by accident. Ha that was my plan. Okay now to get dress into PJs and going to the bathroom. Ha ha then plan to meet them somehow. Hopefully they were going to do a show. Or in the near future, before the end of summer. I was tired all through. I must have beening talking to myself because I had gotten dressed in PJs and then when to the loo and had gotten into bed. Because I was lying in bed a ready, staring at the roof. I was still a way. Sigh I wonder were my Mum and Father is. Hopefully they were in North America, in a hotel and in bed. Wait in North America it is day right, I guess. I heard Aunt Mill's voice,

"Are you sure you should have told her?" Aunt Mill asked Uncle Paul.

"Yes, I am sure. She would have found out sooner or later." I heard Uncle Paul.

"Okay then if she's not too hard to handle." Aunt Mill said slowly.

"I am sure, she's not." Uncle Paul said.

That's all I could hear, I must dozed off in the rest of the chat between them.

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I looked at the clock in my room, it said eight thirty. Wow I slep in? I question myself, who could sleep in on this bed. I was hungry, and all I could smell was food. That was what woke me up right. FOOD! I jumped out of bed.  I ran down the stairs, and into the kitchen.

"Morning Liv." Aunt Mill said as she had an frying pan in her hand.

"Morning Aunt Mill." I smiled.

"Did I wake you up?" Aunt Mill asked.

"No but your food did!" I smiled happily.

"Really you must be hungry then." Aunt Mill said to me. I nodded to her.

"Where's Uncle Paul?" I asked looking around for him.

"He left a few minutes ago." Aunt Mill said.