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.
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