One Direction...All Dads? Series

Chapter 7.

She shivered. "Get out." She managed to say picking back up her purse and hanging it up.

He walked next to her.

"Ju--"

"Stop it. Get out of my house." She walked past him, and sat on the couch next to me, ignoring his presence.

"Juliet please i ju--"

She shot him a glare. "What did i say? Get out Niall." She said sternly.

"But I lov--"

Her voice softened. "Just please Niall. I endured enough pain from you. Now is not a good time to bring everything back."

I stood up next to my mother.

"She's right Niall." I said.

"I'm your... father." He said wincing. 

"You can...can sit back down." He finished

"Then why are you so ashamed? Then why didn't you claim me when i was a baby and leave mom?"  I said.

"Hunny, just---" My mom was cut off by Niall.

"She's right Juliet. I did. And i am truly sorry." He said in his thick Irish accent.

"Why don't you show it then? Why didn't you announce it earlier at the morning show?" I said.

"El-"

"Whatever." I cut him off again, and stormed off to my room, only hearing the voices of my mother's shrieks, Niall's pleading voice, and blurred silence.

I slammed the door shut, and fell on my head holding my throbbing head, drowning with a migraine.

"Meow?"

My kitten, Pickles, questioned me.

I smiled and stroked her shiny white fur.

"Nothing, Pick. Just drama."

I fell on my back, and stared into the white ceiling before i fell asleep.

Juliet's POV:

"I love you." Niall stated pecking me on the cheek. I grinned widely, and flipped my long red hair behind me, kissing him back.

"Must you really leave for bootcamp?" I whined. "Stay, would ya?" 

He smiled. "I'm going to be a singer and make money and get married to you."

 "And have 12 kids." I beamed.

He looked off to the distance, smiled, but then broke out of his tranquil state, and looked shocked.

"W-WHA?!" He blurted out.

I laughed.

We were so perfect. It was like nothing could tear us apart, and it was so true. We were fearless, proud and happy.

Just a red head and an Irish cutie.

"Wake up love."

Different heads and versions of Niall Horan swayed in front of my eyes, me in a dreamy state.

"Niall?" I asked, after the heads stopped moving.

"Oh. Niall." I realized, scrambling up from the couch that i had dazed on, and pulled the scraggly blanket over me.

He peered into my green eyes. 

"What were you doing here? And what am i doing here? When did i fall asleep? Wheres Ellie?" The questions rushed over me, and he could only put a finger over my lips and hush me.

I stood up, getting far from him.

"Crap." I muttered, tousling my red hair, and checking the clock on the wall.

"Mmm dear?" He asked, flustered.

"Got to get to work." 

I grabbed my purse, keys out of the blue bowl, slipped on my louboutins, and yelled "I'm off to work Ellie!" before leaving the house.

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I unlocked the door, and peeped my head inside.

"And...get out of my house, Niall."

He smiled.

I flashed a slight, millisecond smile, then instantly turned it back to my 'face when i'm by, hearing, or watching Niall Horan face', then closed the door.

I cracked a slight grin. He was starting to grow on me.