Here's Love ➤ Niall Horan

1. A Pancake

Edited 12/20/14

Chapter 1. A Pancake

Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep!

Bloody hell. What can be more annoying than waking up to the most disgusting, cruel noise there is? Who even invented alarms? Fuck that person, seriously. Also, I honestly don’t even remember setting my alarm clock last night! See? It’s out to get me and my beautiful sleep.

"Niall, breakfast is ready!"  Mum says, her thick and creamy Irish voice rings through the house. Wait...my mother? I pop out of bed, running downstairs in nothing but my boxers and find my mother finishing making eggs for me, just like she used to! I go and hug her tightly, finding it adorable that she’s a couple inches smaller than me.

"Oi! Sweetie, what's gotten in to you?" she asks, hugging back nonetheless. She rubs my back as my large arms engulf her.

“I’ve missed you, obviously,” I say, still having my arms around her. She laughs at me, peeling out of my hug cocoon.

"Aren’t you silly? Aha! Alright, Niall, that’s enough. Now go on, eat your breakfast. You got your first day of uni waiting for you,” she says, setting the plate of pancakes in my face. Uni? Wait wait...what the hell is going on around here?

I look around the house. This is my old house...in Ireland. What am I doing here?

“Uni? Mum, what’s going on?” I ask confused, but taking a bite of her delicious pancakes.

“Nothing? Sweetie, eat up, alright? You’re not making any sense,” she says, smiles at me as if I were crazy and helps herself to eat a part of my pancakes. If there’s anyone I share my food with it’s my mum.

" Where are the lads?” I ask, continuing to eat breakfast. They gotta be here somewhere, right? It’s totally them who are pulling this sick prank. I gotta hand it to them, must have been pretty hard to convince my mum to join in.

"The lads?" she asks ‘confused’. Oh, she’s good, she’s really good. Well let’s see how well you play, mother.

"Yes mom, my bandmates,” I say. She stops what she’s doing and knits her eyebrows in confusion.

“Since where are you in a band? I thought you gave up singing when you were 12?” she says. Seriously, what kind of joke is this? It’s not even funny.

“Um...sure. I’m gonna go to my room.” I excuse myself, getting out of my seat and walking back to my room, feeling the chill of Ireland’s wind hit my shirtless torso. I can’t believe I’m only wearing my boxers…

When I walk back into my room, I notice that it looks exactly like how it was when I left for the X-Factor. Same small room, same small bed, same David Beckham poster, same everything. It’s kind of refreshing, and very nostalgic, that empty feeling making its way into my mind. I sigh, walking over to my dresser and looking for something to wear.

All my clothes look very simple. Piles of white or black T-shirts and jeans. I mean, I’d usually wear this in any casual day, but my wardrobe also has occasional fancy jackets and such. Having it look this simple is just a bit weird for me. Ignoring that, I pick out one of the white t-shirts and put it on. I don’t do anything with my hair, but it’s not like I really know how to do it myself. I tend to leave it flat when I don’t have anywhere important to go.