Rebel // Niall Horan AU

Chapter 1.

I might have woken up with some drool dripping down from the right corner of my mouth. I also might have woken up with black under eyes because of my mascara and I might have also woken up with a tangles mess of hair.

I’m not a pretty sleeper, I think I might actually snore but I’m not sure. I tried recording myself sleeping one time so I could see but my camera died five minutes after I had fallen asleep.

I think I need to change my morning appearance to something decent looking; I don’t want to scare mom and dad when I walk downstairs.

I climb off my bed and stare into my full body mirror. I laugh at my white oversized t-shirt that has the phrase ‘I have more issues than Vogue’ on it and my black knit thigh high socks. I sleep in my panties and I don’t regret it because they are so comfy.

Turning on the showerhead to warm up the water I try combing out the mess I call my hair. I grab my comb and start brushing my hair from the tips slowly working my way to the top. A couple winces of pain later, I strip and walk into the shower.

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Finally when I’m in some decent clothes; some light washed ripped jeans and black crop top with my black beanie I go to plug in my hair wand.

I think it’s worth it, getting up a bit earlier to curl my hair every morning. It only takes me twenty minutes anyways. After I finish curling my hair I apply mascara and a pink lipstick.

“Morning mom, dad.” I take a sip of my ice-cold orange juice sitting on the counter waiting for me. “Doofus.” I finish saying.

“Mom! Dad! Are you going to let her call me that?” He groans and stuffs a piece of his strawberry pop tart in his mouth.

“Lilith, don’t call your brother that. He’s only three years younger than you!” Mom rolls her eyes jokingly so Bryan can shut up. I walk up to him and ruffle his hair, which only makes him groan in anger again.

I decide on making some oatmeal with strawberries, blueberries and brown sugar for my breakfast.

Everyone goes back to chattering until dad looks up from his newspaper and takes a couple glances at me.

“Lilith Marie Sky. When did you dye your hair pink”!? I’m surprised they didn’t notice. Mom and Bryan stare at me with their mouths agape.

“Last night. I came home.” I laughed but they aren’t amused.

“We were all asleep. Oh honey, just tell us next time you dye your hair. Especially when it’s going to be pink or something!” She raises her hands in the air; exasperated.

“Its pastel pink mom.” I grumble and set my bowl of oatmeal on the counter and toss in some berries.

“She looks like she has a wand of cotton candy on her head.” Bryan chuckles and I shot him a glare only to receive another laugh from him.

“Hahaha very funny!” I stick my tongue immaturely and shove a spoon of oatmeal in my mouth.

“Why did we have kids?” Dad grumbles and mom playfully slaps him.

“We are off to work kids, you’re going to Julie’s house for a sleepover tonight right? And you to Luke’s right Bryan?” (A/N: VOTE/COMMENT IF YOU SEE WHAT I DID THERE;) )

“Yes mom.” We both groan and they both roll their eyes, walking out of the kitchen and outside.

“I call TV!” Bryan and I scream at the same time. I eye him up and down and make a dash for it. I make it a second earlier than him.

“No fair.”

“Get over it doofus.”

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“Wait so who’s coming over tomorrow morning?” I ask Julie for about the fifth time today.

“My cousin! He’s visiting from Ireland. He’s staying with us for three months.” We are parked in front of yogurt land but we are just sitting in Julie’s car.

“Oh. Okay what does this have to do with me?” Julie rolls her eyes and starts getting off the car so I follow.

“It means I wont have as much time to hang out with you and when I can, he has to tag along.” Now I grumble and cross my arms across my chest.

“I thought he is was like 10 or 30.” I huff.

“He’s 20. We’re 19. Only a year apart. Anyways what were you thinking a 10 year old boy is going to fly all the way to LA alone?” She giggles and opens the frozen yogurt shop door, allowing me to step in before her.

“It’s possible.” I mention and go over to grab some watermelon flavored frozen yogurt.

“Is that even considered yogurt? It’s a hot pink color its like a watermelon slushy not yogurt!”

I just shrug at Julie and begin placing loads of chocolate chips and the tapioca pearls. I see Julie scrunch her nose up in disgust as most people usually do but I love tapioca pearls.

I glance at Julies cup and she has Mint chip yogurt with chocolate chips, brownie bits, and hot fudge. I call it a Julie Classic.

“What’s his name again?” I ask once we take a seat outside because the weather is nice.

“Niall Horan.” I snort and stifle a small laugh. “That’s a funny last name.”

I see Julie face palm her forehead only causing me to laugh again.

“That’s my last name too you idiot.” She flings some yogurt at my face and I gasp.

“You’ll pay for that Horan.”