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Winter at Cabin, Year 8 {Not Edited}

*Age 18. Winter, Year 8 at Cabin. Kloet's POV*

I gripped my suitcase handle and opened up the car door, jumping out and shut the door and walked up the steps and knocked on the door.

"Welcome back Darling." Aunt Maura greeted me, opening up the door.

"Thank you, how are you?" I chirped, setting my suitcase on the floor and pulled off my boots. Normally I would just run up to greet Niall but my head was hurting earlier and i'm in no mood for running.

"Good, how are your studies?" She asked me, greeting mum and then helping her with the luggage.

"They're going good. Where's Niall?" I asked and took off my coat, setting it on the sofa.

"He's upstairs, in the attic." She smiled, I nodded and jogged up the stairs and into my bedroom. I need to fix up my appearance, I fell asleep in the car so my hair most likely looks like a birds nest.

I walked into my tiny bathroom and pulled out a comb from my bag and combed it through my wavy hair. What should I do with it? I think i'll just French braid it. I sectioned off my hair a bit and quickly French braided it and pulled the elastic band off my wrist and tied my hair.

I examined my face, my eyeliners a bit smudged but you can't notice much. But my lips, damn were they chapped. I reached into my jean pocket and pulled out a peppermint scented chapstick and spread that on my lips.

I examined my outfit and nodded at myself. Your average Christmas sweater and black jeans along with a round scarf. But my hair, the damn fly aways! I should just put it in a messy side braid instead.

I quickly pulled it out of the French braid and braided it to the side into a messy side braid and winked at myself in the mirror.

"Much better." I said to myself smiling and walked out of the bathroom and out of my room. I slid across the wooden floor of the hall, giggling as I did. I just love fuzzy socks.

I reached the end of the hall and grabbed the ladder and climbed up, pushing open the door and climbed up, I heard a shriek and then a groan. I laughed and shut the door.

"God, Kloet! You scared the shit out of me!" He gasped, rubbing his head.

"I could tell." I laughed and sat next to him.

"You play guitar?" I asked, gesturing to the beautiful instrument in his lap, his cheeks turned to a pink shade.

"Aw, Babe! You don't have to be embarrassed! It's cute!" I giggled, giving him a kiss on the cheek.

"Do you play?" He coughed, sitting up and turned to look at me, I shook my head 'no'.

"I play piano though. When I was little me and mum use to play the piano while dad too played his guitar." I smiled at the memory, he smiled at me.

"Remember when we first met? We both literally hated each other for like the first few hours." He chuckled, pulling me into a side hug.

"Yeah, because you were a big dick." I laughed, laying my head on his shoulder.

"You were a brat! You yelled at my mum because she just wanted to pinch your cheeks and you were stomping your feet everywhere, just oh my god." He laughed.

"Shut up, you were and still are a wimp." I smirked and looked up at him.

"Don't judge me, you were a feisty little one." He laughed, I pushed his shoulder playfully.

"Do you still have that doll? Or have you finally grown up?" He laughed, I frowned and stood up.

"You're a dick Niall, you know how much that doll means to me!" I spat at him, my eyes getting glossy.