You're Just A Daydream Away

Chapter 16

Life in Ireland was great. I had been moved into Niall's house for about two weeks now, and it'd been fabulous.

Niall had been absolutely lovely about everything from giving me cabinet space in the bathroom to cooking most of the meals.

I start Uni in three days which isn't really a big deal. I only go to school on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays. That's good because all of Niall's rehearsals or recording sessions are scheduled for those days. There's a few press things scheduled on other days, but I've been invited to all of them.

I was offered a job at a pub a few blocks over from our house that I'll be starting after Niall leaves for tour. I need something to do while he's gone so I might as well make some money. It'd be nice to have some spending money; I do love clothes and shoes. Anything really nice I wear is loaned to me from I don't even know where; I just know Lou shows up with it and I give it back to her. But everyday clothes are up to me.

Tonight, we are having a movie night. We ordered a large, four-meat pizza which would be here soon. We would undoubtedly eat all of it and probably the whole contents of our fridge (which wasn't much since we hadn't done any grocery shopping since we got here).

Finally, the pizza came; Niall paid and brought it into the living room while I popped in the movie. I sat next to him on the couch and dug into the pizza while the previews played.

"You don't have any plans for tomorrow do you babe?" Niall asked.

"Seeing as how I have no friends here, no I do not."

"Well I was thinking..." he said. "Maybe we should take a trip."

"And go where exactly, Niall?" I said with a sassy tone.

"Mullingar. I want you to meet my family."

That sentence made me pause. I didn't know what to say. I was NOT expecting that answer. Sure he had met my family, but only because he came to help me pack before I moved in with him. We had never really talked about me meeting his family before. Sure I heard all about them, especially his little nephew, but there was never a conversation about meeting them.

"Don't just sit there, Haley. Say something," he said awkwardly,

"Sorry. Just, you caught me off guard. I wasn't expecting that. You want me to meet your family?"

"Well, yeah. I got to thinking about it last night. Maybe it's time you did. And my mom brings it up every time I speak to her. 'When am I going to meet the girl that's living with you? When am I going to meet the lovely Haley? When are you going to bring that beautiful girlfriend of yours home?' And she's right. We're living together now. I'll be leaving in a month, so now seems like just as good a time as any."

***

The next morning, we woke up earlier than normal and packed our bags so we could stay the night and made our way out to Mullingar. It wasn't far and it was a nice ride there.

We'd be having brunch with Niall's parents and his brother and his wife. I wanted to meet the baby, but Greg thought it'd be better not to bring him over for brunch because he'd probably cry the whole time. Tonight, we are going to a pub so I can meet a few of Niall's normal-human-being-not-celebrity friends. The day was going to be much more normal than the rest of our lives, and I was looking forward to it so much.

When we arrived at Niall's home his mum wasn't starring out the window like mine was when I brought him home.

"Ready?" he asked as he grabbed my hand. I took a deep breathe and got out the car.

As soon as we walked into the house, Niall's mum came running out of the kitchen to greet us. She wrapped her son in a giant hug, she hadn't seen him in a while, and swayed side to side.

After pulling back from Niall, she gave me a warm hug and kissed me on the cheek.

"Oh Haley! I've heard so much about you! I'm so excited you're here!" she said enthusiastically.

"Alright kids, I have to get back to the kitchen. Haley, make yourself at home darling. Niall will give you a tour," she said before hurrying back to cooking.

Niall grabbed my hand and began showing me around the house.

"This is my room," he said once we came to a closed to door at the end of the hallway. "I'm not allowed to have girls in here."

I laughed at him because the last girlfriend he had was when he was like 16. He's 20 now. I'm sure he's not going to get grounded or something.

"What's so funny? Eh?" he said defensively.

"Let me go in!" I ordered to him. I wanted to see what his childhood room looked like.

"No way! Mum won't let me have dinner if a girl goes in there!"

"Oh shut up Niall," I rolled my eyes.

"Still not happening," he said and pulled my hand started walking away, thinking that I would follow. Instead, I took the opportunity to barge into his room. Once he realized what I was doing he yelled at me, but I was too busy throwing his pillows at him.

Posters of football players and musicians covered his walls. Trophies sat in one corner on a shelf; trophies for what I'm not sure. All of his music awards are at our house. Wow, it still feels weird to say "our house." I'm not use to it yet. He had a small bed in the center of one wall, and an old, small tv on the wall across from it. Two bean bags sat in front of his windows.

I laid on his bed (in spite of his protests) and stared at the ceiling. He eventually came and laid next to me and held my hand.

"I'm really glad you brought me here, Niall."

"Me too, babe."

"Just, I don't know that much about your past or childhood yet, and it feels good to be here. In the place you grew up. And your mum seems wonderful. I can't wait to meet everyone else."

"I'm just glad you're happy Hales. That's all that matters to me anymore. Well, besides my family and the band. You're the most important thing now. I love you." He's only told me he loves me once or twice. We aren't the couple who says it all the time. We don't tell each other that every time we get off the phone, or leave for the day, or anything like that. It's only when we're having a moment. One like this where we're both being serious and sentimental.

I love Niall, always. I may not say it all the time but I do. The days he does something to make me mad are the days I realize I love him the most. Because he can do something so terrible and I can only be mad for and hour, tops, because I can't lose him.

"I love you more, Niall James Horan."

"You wish that was possible."