I'm Home with You: A Niall Horan Fanfiction

Chapter 5: Web Cams and Christmas Trees

I focus carefully as I pull up next to Niall's driveway in my rental car. The car looks as good as new; you can't even tell an adorable Irish boy band member slammed into the side of it. I just hope the rental company won't notice and I can return it without having to deal with any shit.

"Bye Meilie." Niall says leaning over the seat and giving me a hug.

"Bye Niall. Text me whenever you're free so we can hang out again." I say.

It's only 2 PM and I wish we could still hang out (maybe finish what we started before the cab pulled up) but I have to study and Niall is supposed to help his father decorate for Christmas.

Learning from the past, Niall and I exchanged contact information so we won't have to wait another eight years to see each other again.

"Will do." Niall says happily as he exits the vehicle.

"Wait!" I call and just when he turns around to face me I snap a picture with my phone.

"The fuck're you doin Meilie?" Niall laughs.

"I needed to put a picture for you contact." I explain. I hold up my phone so Niall can see his partly blurried contact picture in which his mouth is open and his eyes are half shut. "See? Look how good you look!" I say bursting into laughter. 

Niall smiles and rolls his eyes "Goodbye, Meilie." He says sarcastically in the midst of my hysterics as he exits the car.

Just as he is about to close the door, the front door of his house opens and Niall's dad comes walking out.

"Dad what are you doing?" Niall asks, following his father as he walks over to my car.

"I wanted to see Amelia again." He says happily, oblivious to Niall's annoyance "Are you little Amelia?" He asks with a smile on his face.

I laugh "Hi, Mr. Horan. How are you?"

The man's smile grows at my recognition of him.

"Amelia, sweetheart! I knew it was you! You have the same beautiful smile. I remember when you used to be this tall!" He rambles.

I can't help but giggle at Mr. Horan as he happily goes on and on about different things, he flies from one subject to another and then back again. It's evident where Niall gets his excitable nature from.

Niall stands beside him with a look of impatience as he waits for his father to finish speaking. Mr Horan doesn't catch on and continues babbling. I don't mind, I've always loved Mr. Horan. He's such a genuine guy and he's nothing but nice to everybody.

When I was eight, Niall and I had gotten into an argument. I forget the reasoning behind it, but I remember that it was enough for us to stop speaking to each other.

Mr. Horan had been sitting outside reading and noticed both of us giving one another the silent treatment. He took the garden hose and began to spray each of us until we were soaking wet, laughing hysterically, and best friends again. Then Niall and I overpowered him and stole the hose from him, resulting in every one of us drenched by the end of the pandemonium. He'd always be the peace-keeper in our friendship during the rare times we needed one.

"Okay Dad, Amelia has to get home." Niall says finally.

I say my goodbyes to Niall and his father and drive back to Aunt Jayne's.

"Hello, hello!" I call as I walk into the door.

I don't hear any sort of reply back so I figure Aunt Jayne is too wrapped up in her work to hear me.

I take off my shoes and collapse onto the couch, not feeling in the mood to study just yet. I take out my phone and text Jamie.

J, I'm bored :( I send