Love... A Niall Horan Love Story

Chapter 23: El and Lou

Brielle's P.O.V.

I was running around Niall's, no our flat when my phone rang. I ran into OUR bedroom and flopped on the bed, answering without looking at the caller ID. Big mistake.

"Hello?"

"Where the hell are you?" My mother yelled.

I winced and held the phone away from my ear. "I'm at Niall's flat."

"That's always where you are," my mother hissed.

I didn't know what to say, so I sighed.

My mother said, "Where is all of your stuff?"

"Here," I said.

"Why?" My mother asked sharply.

I decided now was better than later. "I moved in with him."

It was quiet for a while. "What?"

"I moved in with him," I repeated slowly.

"You come back home right now, young lady," my mother said firmly.

I rolled my eyes. "No."

"I am your mother, Brielle, you do what I tell you! You cannot just walk out of home whenever you fancy-"

"No, Mom, you listen," I said, standing up. "I'm not sixteen. I'm not running away because you're so unfair. I'm not even running. I'm moving in with my boyfriend. I'm twenty. I'm an adult. I can do what I want. You can't order me anywhere. So Mom, no. I'm not coming home. You can't make me-"

Click. She hung up on me.

"Coward!" I yelled, shaking my phone. "You're a bloody coward!"

I chucked my phone on the bed just as Niall walked in.

He raised an eyebrow. "What did the phone do now?"

"My mother," I glowered at my phone.

"Ah," Niall said. "I see."

"She told me to come home," I said, still glowering at my phone.

"So what did you say?" Niall asked.

"Well, I started telling her that she couldn't boss me around then she hung up because she didn't want to hear it," I said, calming down.

"Well I know what can cheer you up!" Niall cheered.

"What? I mumbled.

"Louis and Eleanor invited us to a double date!" Niall smiled.

I perked up instantly. Niall knew how much I wanted to meet the boys' girlfriends. This did cheer me up.

"Let's go!" I cheered.

I ran out the door but Niall caught me around the waist.

"What?" I asked.

"Maybe something other than pj's?" Niall asked.

I glanced down and noticed that I was wearing a tank top and my pajama bottoms slung low on my hips.

"Oh," I blushed. "Yeah, you're probably right."

Niall winked at me and I scurried off to change. I just pulled on some jeans and a sweater. When I came out, Niall was waiting for me.

"You look nice," he offered.

I rolled my eyes. "Its just jeans and a sweater."

Niall arched an eyebrow. "You do look nice."

"No, I don't." I said.

Niall got a gleam in his eye and I backed up. He tackled me onto the couch and began tickling me. I squealed and kicked out, trying to get free.