They Don't Know About Us

Meeting The Family

*Nicole's P.O.V.*

I watched Clara for a minute as she fell asleep. I was actually going to leave to go to Niall's house today, so I was hoping she'd stay up later. I guess I can't talk to her. Maybe I should leave her a note or something. I don't know...

I decided to just leave it. It's not like she needs to talk to me or anything.

I better change, because I'm finally leaving. Niall and I sort of lost all our luggage, so we have to borrow clothes from the hospital. Niall also told me his Dad is picking us up, because we, well, also don't have a car.

I grabbed the outfit which was laid out on the end of my bed. I picked it up, and walked over to the small bathroom, which was connected to the room. I walked in and closed the door behind me. I slipped off the hospital gown, and put on a pair of sweatpants and a hospital T-shirt. I slipped on a pair of old tennis shoes I had been given. My hair was messed up, and there was no way I'll be able to comb out the tangles without taking a shower first. I decided to just throw my hair up in a messy ponytail. I looked pretty awful, but oh well. I walked out of the bathroom to see that Clara was still asleep. I walked out of the room, leaving Clara alone. I navigated my way through the halls over to Niall's room. I found it, and pushed open the door.

Niall was in his room, sitting on the edge of his bed. He looked up at me when he heard the door open. Niall stood up, and walked over to my side. He leaned down and pecked me on the lips.

"Is your Dad still picking us up?" I asked Niall. He nodded, "He just called and told me he's waiting outside in the parking lot."

I nodded, "Okay... Um, Niall? You know there's tons of paparazzi surrounding the hospital, right?"

"I know, but what choice do we have?" Niall asked me. I guess we'll just have to ignore the press. Niall reached down, and intertwined his hand with mine. He led me out of his room. We walked down the hallway, towards the entrance. Niall checked us out of the hospital. I looked out of the front doors. Paparazzi lined the parking lot. Crap, how will we ever get past them?

"Ready?" Niall whispered, staring out the door. I nodded, and tightened my grip on Niall's hand. We walked towards the door and Niall pushed it open.

Camera flashes blinded my vision. Everyone wanted to find out information on the plane crash and Niall's injury. People were yelling questions, and I could barely hear myself think. Niall tried to push through the crowd, while trying to hold onto my hand. I felt the crowd of paparazzi tightening around us. My grip on Niall's hand was starting to loosen, as the paparazzi tried to surround Niall. I could see the extreme panic on Niall's face, then I remembered why he was so nervous. Niall is claustrophobic.

I looked at Niall's face. He looked like he was about to get sick. This time, I decided to take charge. I pushed in front of Niall, and led him out of the crowd of paparazzi.

"Where's your Dad's car?" I asked him, normally. Niall looked at me, surprised by my previous actions. He snapped out of his trance when he heard the paparazzi starting to come back, "Oh, he's over there," Niall answered, pointing to his Mom's car. Niall led me over to the car, and I could still feel the camera flashes on us. Niall opened up the car door, and let me go in first. Niall came in after.

Niall and his Dad began talking, as he drove us out of the parking lot. It was quite a drive from here to their house, so it was going to be a long car ride.

"So, Nicole, I hear you've started college this year, correct?" Mr. Horan asked me. I nodded, even though he couldn't see me, "Yeah, this is my first year of college."

"How old are you again?" he asked.

"Um, nineteen," I answered, somewhat unsure of why he was asking that.

"Only nineteen?" he asked, astonished, "Niall is twenty-two, three years older than you! Quite a large age difference..."

"Well, love knows no age," Niall quoted, then wrapped his arm around me, almost in a defensive way.

"So, Niall," His Dad began, changing the subject, "Is your back feeling any better?"

"Yeah, the surgery was fine, no problems," Niall answered, "My back is bandaged up, so nothing will hurt the new skin."

"So, how exactly did you get so badly burned and Nicole didn't?" he asked Niall. His questions were getting somewhat personal now...

"Um, well, Nicole went to go save some girl trapped in the plane, and I waited for her," Niall answered, "While I was waiting, I didn't notice part of the burning plane falling, and it hit my back. And, well, Nicole just got her hands burned. Which is fortunate that she didn't get hurt badly."

After that, Mr. Horan didn't ask any more. He would just talk to Niall, almost like he was excluding me from the conversation.

"We're here," he told, cheerfully, as she pulled into the driveway of his house. I looked out the house. The house looked normal, nothing special. Snow softly covered the ground. I smiled at the perfect Christmas sight.

We got out of the car, and walked inside. The inside was nice-looking. There was a staircase to the right, and doors on either side of the entry leading into different rooms.

"It's so nice to have you back, Niall," Mr. Horan said to Niall. I definitely felt left out then. It almost felt like he was purposely ignoring me. That can't be so... right?

"Why don't we go to the kitchen?" Mr. Horan suggested. He led us into the kitchen which was perfectly clean. Niall went over to the fridge, and grabbed something to eat, almost like a teenage boy coming home from school.

"Would you like anything?" Mr. Horan politely asked me.

"Water would be fine," I answered. He nodded, and walked over to the fridge, and poured some water into a glass. He walked over to me, and was about to hand it to me, when he tripped. The water spilled all over my clothes and pants.

"Oh, I'm so sorry," He apologized.

"No, it's fine..." I replied. Unfortunately, I had no clothes to change into.

"I'll go help Nicole find something to change into," Niall said, "All our luggage sort of got destroyed, so maybe some of my old clothes could fit her."

Niall grabbed my hand and led me upstairs. He opened up the door to his room, and led me inside. He walked over to his closet, and opened it up. His room was perfectly clean, unlike how it usually is at our house. Niall searched through his closet, trying to find an outfit that would somehow fit me.

"Um, it looks like this is the only thing I could find that is the smallest," Niall replied, handing me a pair of sweatpants and a T-shirt, "The bathroom is down the hall on the left."

I nodded, and held the clothes in my arms, and went over to the bathroom. I closed the door behind me and slipped off the wet clothes. I then put on Niall's shirt. It was too big for me. Then, the sweatpants. Those were especially big on me. Niall is quite a few inches taller than me, and I only way around 110 pounds. I'm really small, so there is no way these can even stay on my waist without me holding onto the waistband. I held onto the waistband, attempting to keep the large pants on my legs. I put the tennis shoes which I had gotten from the hospital on my feet and put my hair up into a messy bun. I walked out of the bathroom, and back to Niall's room. Niall had changed into another outfit. I walked in.

"Um, Niall, I don't think this is gonna work," I told him. He turned around. When he saw me in his clothes, he burst out laughing. I would've put my hands on my hips, but then... my pants would fall down. I glared at him, "It's not funny!" I complained. Niall finally controlled his laughter, "Actually, you look pretty ridiculous in those clothes."

"Well, I'm really small!" I complained, "Your clothes won't fit me!"

"Obviously not," Niall replied, "Okay, let's just go to the mall and you some new clothes."

"Do I have to wear this there?" I asked, pointing to the over sized outfit. Niall nodded, "Pretty much. But, hey, it looks cute on you."

I rolled my eyes, "Whatever Niall," I replied sarcastically.

"Just roll up the waistband, maybe then it will fit better," Niall replied. Niall walked behind me, and helped me with my pants. His hand placed on my sides, as he was about to roll the waistband up for me. I could feel his cold hands on my sides, causing me to burst out I loud giggles. He frowned, "What is it?"

"Nothing..." I mumbled, not wanting to tell the stupid reason. Niall seemed to catch on. He touched my sides again, in the same place, causing me to burst out laughing. I saw a devious smile play on the corners of Niall's lips, "Oh, so you're ticklish, huh?"

I immediately shook my head, not wanting him to tickle me anymore. His touch immediately went back to my sides, tickling me. I burst out into loud laughter, and ran away from him, clutching onto the sides of my pants, trying to hold them up.

"Niall don't you dare!" I warned, as I ran to the other side of his room. Niall gave me a pouting look, "Why would you accuse me of anything like that?"

Niall took a step forward.

"Niall, I'm warning you!" I exclaimed. Niall took another step forward. I took a step forward, backing myself into a corner.

"Trapped?" he asked.

"Niall...." I mumbled. He quickly ran over to me, and started to tickle me. I burst out in an extreme fit of laughter. I fell to the floor laughing, as Niall continued to tickle me.

"S-Stop.... I-It... N-Niall...." I mustered out, as I laughed. He picked me up, and threw me over his shoulder. I kept one hand on my waistband, holding it up.

"Niall!" I whined. He carried me over to his bed, and tossed me on top. I sat up on the bed, "Are you going to tickle me again?" I asked, hoping he wouldn't. He shook his head, "No, there's something else I want more."

"What?" I asked confused. He sat right in front of me on top of his bed, so we were facing each other, "Your lips," He answered, cheekily. He leaned in, and kissed me on the lips. I could feel bombs going off in my chest from the kiss. Niall's hand was placed on my back, and he pulled me closer to him.

"Oh, so Niall's got a girlfriend?" I heard a guy's voice. Niall and I immediately parted. Niall turned around to see someone in the doorway.

"Greg?!" He exclaimed, happily. Oh, right, Greg is his brother. Niall quickly got up to hug his brother. They let go, and Greg looked back over on me, "So, who's this?" He asked.

"This is Nicole, my girlfriend," Niall replied, almost happy to say I was his girlfriend. I waved my hand at him, "Hi," I replied.

"Hey," Greg replied, "So, Niall, are you feeling better after all that happened from the plane crash?"

"Yeah, I'm better, I just had to get the skin on my back fixed up," Niall replied. Greg grimaced, "Sounds painful."

"Well, I wouldn't say it was fun," Niall replied. I could see Greg staring at me again, "So, um, why is your girlfriend wearing your clothes?" Greg asked, confused.

"Oh, well, Dad spilled water over her only outfit, and since all our luggage was destroyed in the fire, I had to let her borrow my clothes," Niall answered. Greg decided to walk over to me, "Sorry, I forgot to introduce myself, I'm Greg, Niall's brother."

"Nice to meet you," I replied, politely. Greg continued talking to Niall, as I sat on the edge of Niall's bed.

"Why don't we go downstairs?" Greg suggested, after talking to Niall for a while.

"Sure, sounds good to me," Niall replied, Niall motioned for me to come to. I grabbed onto the edge of my waistband. Greg looked at me awkwardly holding Niall's pants.

"I think you might want to get your girlfriend some smaller pants," Greg said.

"That's the smallest I have," Niall replied, "I guess we should probably go to the store to get you some new clothes, Nicole."

I shook my head, "No, I'm fine."

"Nicole, you have to carry the pants your wearing, I'm pretty sure you need some new clothes," Niall replied, "So, why don't we go to the store?"

"Fine," I replied, obviously defeated. I followed behind Niall and Greg and we walked downstairs. We walked into the kitchen, their Dad was standing behind the counter.

"My clothes doesn't really fit Nicole, so I'm going to take her to the store," Niall told his Dad.

"Okay, sounds fine to me," His dad replied. Niall searched his pockets for a minute, "I forgot my wallet in my room, hold on a second."

Niall walked upstairs, and Greg walked into another room, leaving me alone with their Dad.

"Niall seems to be getting a hurt lately," Mr. Horan said to me. I turned to face him, "O-Oh, well, I guess so."

"Didn't your Uncle shoot him in the foot?" He asked me. A few painful memories flooded into my mind, "U-Um, yes...."

"So, you see my point, right?" He asked. I looked at him confused, "What do you mean?"

"You are causing my son serious problems and putting him in danger," He said sternly to me, a serious look on his face. I felt intimidated.

"You need to break up with him," Mr. Horan said to me.

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DUN. DUN. DUUUUN. Sorry I only updated once today. I kept getting distracted, but it was a long update. What did you think? Tell me your predictions. Well, comment, follow, and fave! Bye lovelies!-Madison