I Still Remember (a Niall Horan's fanfic)

Part 8

 I left my phone on the table and felt to my bed tired. I looked up and pictured the two of us in the future, we were so happy, so full of live and love. We had a almost perfect life, it was beautiful, I just loved that style of love, it was just my style. My house was perfectly organized and it was all of the perfect colors, and sizes, everything was just like I had dreamed.

I heard that someone was knocking my door and went quickly to open it. I saw my dad at the door and got a little nervous. I saw on his face a preoccupied expression, when he looked at me like that is because we will have to talk like for one hour or more. I thought that it may be about my first day of class or about Niall maybe.

“Come in Daddy...” I said. He went in saying no word with his hands at his back completely polite and coming into my room while I was thinking about what would he ask me about now. He was really elegantly dressed, as always. With his sleeveless sweater and his formal white shirt down it, his brown pants and his shoes cleaned and shiny as always.

I closed the door and my face turned red, I started sweating and biting my lip I sat down in my bed. My dad sat at the chair that is at the side of my bed and started talking with the most complete confidence

“I want to tell you a little comment about this night...” He stopped for a minute and looked at the floor.  He thought of what more he could tell me so I could understand without getting mad at him. I could feel the nerves running through all my body.

“Yes...?” I said. I tried to look for answer in his action and in his eyes, but I couldn't. They were just so hided in the bottom of him.

“About your date with Niall...” I just knew that it would be about that. I had it so clear since I saw his face when he entered my room. But something that I could also see in him is that he wasn't even a little mad at me. He was calmed and thoughtful. It was so weird to look at him in that position while talking about this.

“I am... I am just not mad at you and not even at Niall, completely not, but I would like to know how was all of these. You know how was developed...” He smiled at me. He just wanted to have a good relationship with me. It was completely not normal from him, but I think I like it more like that.

“Well... I think it all started when we were little... You know I had always liked him and now I think we are mature enough to start something serious, in the way of friends not going so far yet.” I told him clearing that we were just friends by now and I think that for a long time we will be just that.

“Okay... and what else can you tell me about him? You know that way I can give you some tips...” A little smile came out of his face. My daddy was so nice at me, it is obvious that it was a little uncomfortable talking about this with him, but I would definitely tell him.

“Well at first he is really cute at me, but he has a lot of problems as everyone does...” I said smiling nervously.

“Okay... I understand... I think you like him, don't you?” He asked looking at me with his eyes taking all the answers out of me.

“Yeah... I think so... maybe.” I said unsure. I was not really sure of that. It was a little confusing when I thought about it.

“Think about it tonight” He said while he putted his big and lovely hand over my knee like trying to give me some support, “and tomorrow I will talk to you at breakfast, we can eat at a separated place so Jake doesn't hear anything about it, okay?” I smiled at him and agreed.

He went out of my room and suddenly I heard my mom interrogating him in their rooms. As I could hear closely, my dad just denied to tell her a thing about me and Niall. My mother was so upset that she went into my rooms and smiled at me. Her smile was so fake, I could see in her eyes that she just wanted me to tell her what dad didn't want to tell her.