His girl; Sequel to SNA

Chapter 20: Niall

Double update!

You all deserve it: partly because these chapters are short and pretty rubbish,

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**Niall’s POV**

The day was spent well. We all had loads of fun around London, glad that it was a school week so we weren’t mobbed.

We paused for a few pictures but it wasn’t too much hassle.

“Speaking of pictures, Niall! I have another photography lesson this week!” Olivia exclaimed excitedly, hugging me.

I laughed a little, glad that she’d finally found her ‘vocation’.

We spent lunch in Nandos (a treat for me since I’d not had much lately), and I couldn’t help but notice Zayn holding Rose’s hand as we left the restaurant.

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“We finally have some peace and quiet.” I commented, sitting on the end of Oll’s bed.

Cara and Rose had vacated the room, mostly to mingle with their boyfriends, whilst Louis and Eleanor, Liam and Sophia had gone their separate ways for a few days.

I’d only just come back from Ireland a few days ago and I had yet to get a full night’s sleep – yet I couldn’t. Not with my hectic schedule.

“I know, right? It’s nice, isn’t it?” She stopped brushing her hair and sat next to me; she couldn’t be more oblivious to her own beauty.

I suddenly wrapped my arms around her and kissed her cheek.

“Niall,” she giggled, but pressed her hands to my cheeks and kissed me on the mouth.

“I love this…I love you.” I whispered when we broke apart and her baby blues stared at me.

“I love you more, Nialler.” She smiled widely and then it faltered.

“I’ve been getting impatient calls from Mr Jones.” She began with a sigh.

“I’ve tried explaining but he just won’t listen. He wants all the money my dad never paid off. I just need to get a job quickly – he’s only giving me till the end of next July to pay it off.” She explained with a groan.

“I know it seems like a while away, but the sum of money I owe is ridiculous.” She punched the bed in annoyance. “Sometimes I h-hate my father. Even now he’s away from me, he’s still left his mark. It’s like I can’t get away from my past, at all.”

I sat her on my lap and shushed her. “Olivia, there’s no need for you to worry. We can’t forget the past but we can make our own future…together.” I added.