Back- A Niall Horan Fanfiction

Chapter 2

As my father an I step out of the crowded airport I immediately feel a wave of relief.

I hate being in places with a ton if people. I'm not like claustrophobic or anything, it just overwhelms me.

When I step into the cab my dad had called for us I am greeted by a big blast of air conditioning. Thank god! I have gotten so used to the cool upstate New York air that I had forgotten how hot the west coast can be.

Before I know it, the cab pulls into the drive way to our old home.

Wow. It seems like forever since I've been here. Seven years, that's a bit like forever to me.

My dad hands me the key and I fumble to open the door with my clumsy fingers. As soon as I open the door hundreds of memories flood my brain.

I didn't realize how much I had missed this house. What I used to take for granted now seems like paradise in comparison to our small new york apartment.

I step out onto the back porch not even bothering to put my suitcases upstairs before I do.

As I look out to the rising sun over a calming low tide, I seem to forget all of my fears of coming back.

The loud sound of my phone chirping snaps me out if my trance the ocean had put over me. I look down at my screen and read my best friends name. Lacey's calling me.

I slide the green button and put my phone to my ear.

"MORGANNE!" She practically yells into the speaker.

"Lace!!!" I say, equally happy to hear the familiar sound of her voice.

"How was the flight?"

"Good I guess," I laugh "as good as my long anticipated return home could be."

"It's only been 8 hours since I've seen you and I already miss you so much" Lacey says.

At the sound of those words I want to break down and cry. I'm feeling the same way and it hurts terribly.

After about twenty minutes of talking to Lacey we both hang up. But not before she makes me to promise to call her tonight. I agree with a smile and slide my phone into my back pocket.

When I open the sliding glass doors back into the house I see my dad struggling to carry mine and his suitcase up the staircase. I rush to help him and chuckle at his admirable efforts.

After I get situated in my room with the small amount of things I packed I sit down on my bed. I look around and realize how foreign all of this is.

My dad bought the house back fully furnished and it's a little weird. I can't wait for all of the rest of our stuff to come from new york in the uhaul truck. Then maybe I can start to feel at home here again.

I glance down at my watch and see that it's already 8 am. I know that I won't be able to get any sleep so I decide to get some breakfast for me and dad. Our cars also won't be here until next week and dad hasn't gotten a rental yet so it looks I will be walking. I remember that there is a little cafe just down the street so I won't have to walk far.

After checking in with my father about my plan, I go back to my room and change out of my travel wear.

Since it is fairly warm outside, I decide to wear shorts and a t-shirt, thankful to be able to wear my summer clothes again.

I walk out the front door and can smell the seaside air. Before I know it, I'm at the breakfast cafe I remember making many trips with Niall to when I was younger.

Niall. I wonder if he still lives next door. No, I wonder if he even lives here any more! I mean for all I know he could have moved bak to Ireland. It has been seven years after all.

After I place my order to go, I sit down at a booth to wait. Out of habit, I sit down at the booth closest to the window, the one we used to sit at. Me and Niall.

As I'm waiting my mind drifts back to all of the previous times I've been here. I'm lost in my thoughts until I hear I hear someone call my name.

"Morganne?" I snap my head back to see who said my name and suddenly my eyes meet his.

"Is that you?"

"N-n- niall?" I shakily reply.

It's him. Niall Horan.