TROUBLE. (Larry Stylinson, Ziam Mayne)

Chapter 4

It's been too long, I'm so sorry. I just wasn't in the mood to update I guess? But here it is! I also already written out chapter 5! By the way, thank you for 200 reads! WOOOO! I know it's not much, but it means a lot to me okay. Don't forget to follow, vote, & comment! Feedback is always lovely. Enjoyyyyy xo

Niall's P.O.V.

After gathering all my luggage, I finally made my way off the plane. I looked around for someone who looked semi-familiar. Nothing.

I faintly remember what Anne looks like. Brown hair, tan, tall.  That's all I really know.

I kept walking, waiting for someone to come walking over to me aswell. I should've planned this out more accordingly.

After I made it to the other end of the waiting room, I pulled out my phone and turned it on. Once my lock screen appeared I quickly plugged in my code and dialed my mum's number?

"Hello?" She answered two rings later.

"Hi mum, um where exactly are Anne and Harry?"

"You didn't take down their numbers like I told you to, did you?" I could hear the frown in her voice.

"Did you tell me to do that? I don't remember..."

"No, of course not because you don't listen. Everything goes through one ear and then out the other for you Niall. You know I really hope Anne teaches you a lesson. I heard Harry's very polite and mature and he never-"

"Okay, yeah, yeah mum that's great. But the problem is Anne can't teach me a lesson if I can't find her!"

"Okay, take down her number. Ready?"

"Yeah," I said as I pulled out my iPod and typed her number in notes.

"All set?"

"Yes mother."

"Okay, now call her. And when you're with her, call me again. Okay?"

"K."

"Bye baby,"

"Bye mum." I hung up and dialed in Anne's number.

Calling twice, her not answering either of them. I sighed and turned to look out the large window. I saw everyone exiting and entering planes. Running, smiling, screaming, hugging, jumping... happy. Happy. My experience here isn't going to be happy. It's going to be like a lesson, a prison. I don't know these people! They don't know me! Why can't it stay that way?

Lost in thought, I barely realised my phone was ringing. Anne calling back, I assumed.

"Ello?" I picked up.

"Hi! Niall? It's Anne!"

"Yeah, hi. Where are you? I can't seem to find you.."

"I'm right near where you're supposed to get off... where are you?

"Oh.. I'm on the other side... I'll walk over to you."

***

After seven minutes of walking around, I finally found her. And she hugged me.

Why did she hug me?

"Oh, hi" I said as I felt her arms wrap around my shoulders.

"Hi! Okay, come on let's go. The car's waiting outside!" She offered to take one of my suitcases but i turned it down. 'I can handle it myself' I told her.

Sitting in the passenger seat was a teenage boy. He had dark curly hair down on his forehead. That's all I could really see of him.

Anne signaled me to load my stuff in the rear of the car. As so I did. I arranged myself in the back seat on the right, behind the driver's seat.

Anne introduced me to Harry, and Harry to me.

"Sup," he nodded at me and I nodded back.

***

The ride home was long and awkward. Anne talked to my mum on my phone for what seemed like 37 years.

We finally reached the house, which was a nice size. I gathered my stuff and made my way into the room, placing everything in what looked like the parlor.

"Harry, honey, mind showing Niall around?" Anne asked the curly haired, green eyed boy, who just hummed in response.

He nodded for me to follow him. As we walked down the hall he pointed to rooms and said things like, 'bathroom,' 'mum's room,' 'kitchen,' 'dining room,' so on and so forth.

We made out way upstairs and he showed me another bathroom, which was his.. he made that very clear, his room, and a spare room, which I'm guessing will be mine.

He looked at me, "cool?"

"Yeah," I replied. Even though I had absolutely no idea what he was calling cool.

Making my way back downstairs, I sat on the sofa. Anne sitting down next to me,

"Okay, so we're going to set some rules... Harry! Come sit down here please."

A groan was heard from upstairs. In all honesty, I don't think he's that polite. But I don't think I'd be too excited if a complete stranger was moving into my home either...

Harry sat on the chair parallel to the sofa.

"Alright so:

1. No smoking. Not in the house, not in school.

2. No swearing.

3. No back-talking. Not just to me, but to anyone in the house.

4. No disrespect.

5. No sex! Not under my roof, not in the rooms.

6. No drinking.

Curfew is 11 P.M. No later. Got it?"

I nodded. So many rules that are gonna be broken. All of them, actually.

"Alright then!" She said, "Niall, you can get moved in! Make yourself at home." She flashed me a smile.

"Thanks," I said and took my luggage upstairs.