Heirs

Chapter 3

Niall leads me toward the dining room and I sigh. I turn to him, stop him and grasp both of his hands.

"Hey, Niall..." I say to him.

"Yea, Cath?" Niall says, his smile warm and kind.

"I need to talk to you." I tell him.

"Go ahead. You can tell me anything. You know that." He nods.

I take a deep breath before I start. "Harry, he... Ki-" I was about to confess to Niall that Harry kissed me, but a large hand covered my mouth.

Not even thinking, I lick the palm of the hand. It's a reflex from when I was younger, mum would always try to shut me up, but licking her hand made her pull away in disgust, and so I did every time a hand was planted on my lips.

"Gross, Cath!" Harry yells and pulls away.

I turn and I scowl at him. "What are you doing?" I say.

"Well, I couldn't stay in there." I catch his... Jealous? Glance towards Niall and I's hands, and I arch an eyebrow. Why jealousy? I thought he had a girlfriend?

I let go of Niall's hands and enter the dining room.

"Oh, Catherine, we're glad you're back." Niall's mother sighs with relief. "We thought you'd be too shocked to come back."

"Sorry. Too much water." I smile apologetically.

"Take a seat, Cath, Harry and Niall. We have another announcement about you two." My mother says, motioning towards Harry and I.

"Since you two are about to be, you know, uh..." Father looks for the right word.

I just roll my eyes. "Married? You can say it, I don't care." I sigh. Harry nods in agreement.

"Well, while you were away in the toilets, we made another decision." Father says. "We have decided that you two need to get closer. So every month, for two weeks, for half a month, we want you two to come and live here, in Ireland. In the Horans' castle."

I stop myself from groaning and rolling my eyes once again. For half a month. For half a year!

"Sounds great to me." Niall smiles encouragingly. I return his smile, but it comes out forced. Of course I want to be with Niall, I... I liked him. But Harry... Was a different story.

"Yeah." Harry says, and I nod.

"Perfect." Niall's mother and father coos.

"Today will be the start, I'll see you in two weeks, Catherine." Mum stands up and I stare at her.

"W-What about my clothes? And my other stuff?" I whisper-yell at her.

"Don't worry, Maura and Bobby will provide you with those." Father says. Mother smiles in a soothing way. Not helping at all, mother.

"By the way, she LOVES throwing parties, or balls, so be prepared for that." Mother whispers in my ear. I nod.

I hug them good-bye and they leave to go home. So does Harry's parents, King Dan and Queen Anne.

I wave them good-bye, an stand up to go meet Niall's parents.

The Irish couple were already too busy with the curly boy.

He was being... Polite.

Harry Styles, prince of South UK, a player, an egoistic, selfish boy was being polite?

He had to be acting.

I walk up to the king and queen and say hello. "Thank you so much for letting Harry and I stay." I tell them.