Punk Direction (niall Horan Love Story)

Chapter 27

Christmas was amazing back at home, like it always is. On Christmas, my mom actually allows us to talk during the meal and my grandparents came to visit. Of course, I had to talk with my granddad at least thanks to the scandal in the family event. He didn’t even care about it! He even said, in a whisper, that he noticed I was happier with him and that he supported our relationship if it existed. I smiled sweetly at him of course. I love my granddad. He’s a lot more comprehensive than my mom… he’s also more open to new things and experiences. He used to tell us, when we were around the table, about the adventures he had with girls that were not my grandmother, when he was younger.

He used to say that my grandmother was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. Ever since he saw those brown long hairs and those warm, honney colored eyes, he didn’t want any other girl in the planet, just her. I can tell she was beautiful. She has the most prefect and simply beautiful face in the history of the earth. She has wrinkled of course, but they are expression ones. When she talks, you can see one or two by the corners of her mouth, and when she frowns, she gets a V between her eyebrows and two lines in her forehead. But still, her cheeks are still seeable, her lips naturally rosy and plumped, eyebrows thin and perfectly fixed… My grandmother was beautiful.

My granddad is gorgeous too. He still has his blond hairs, and his eyes are as brown as the wood he worked with when he was fifteen to gain money for the huge family he had in home. My granddad had five siblings. Two brothers and three sisters, all of them younger than him and the money his dad made in the quarry wasn’t enough for all of them, so he had to start working earlier. It was only when he was eighteen that he was discovered as an actor… Money went through the roof after that. He knew my grandmother after he became rich. He says her eyes saw his soul and not the shiny exterior or all the things he could give her, she saw his true self, not the womanizer he showed the world. And he loved her ever since.

We spent the night eating, laughing and talking, telling stories, playing games… Things that we can only do when my grandparents are here, that’s on the holidays. My grandmother… I can see how sorry she is that she grew up lousy children and only one of them came out right. Money can do that to people. My uncles and aunts are addicted to money, shopping and doing nothing. I know Maria is addicted to shopping too, but she studies very hard to get to be a doctor. But my grandmother’s eyes light up when it comes to us. She’s happy with the work my mom had with us.

The night went quickly and when we noticed, it was midnight already. We opened the presents and, as expected since they don’t know much about me, my parents gave e clothes. Maria gave me a shoe box full of books and a pair of sneakers. She also gave me something I could only open when I was alone. I agreed to it. My grandparents gave me an iPad. I can’t see much use to it, but I thanked them anyway. I appreciated the intention, plus, it can be helpful on school works and stuff… I just have to figure out how it works…

When I got to my room at six in the morning, already rubbing my eyes, I saw a picture standing on top of my bedside table. I frowned, got closer and smiled when I saw wich photo it was. It was a picture of two people, both small statures, one blond, the other one was a brunette. The brunette was leaning towards the blond, smiling big time, and open, full of teeth smile. Her eyes were closed and her nose wrinkled, like she was laughing or making a cute face. The blond person had his eyes open, sparkling too, with admiration maybe. The lips corners turned up with a smile, a closed one, but huge, showing the dimple in his left cheek. His hands were connected to the girls’ hands and the thumb making circles in her hand. I remember that…

Next to the frame there was a post-it that said in big, thick letters ‘If you think I don’t know my oldest daughter, you’re absolutely wrong! Love you, Dad!’

I smiled and grabbed the picture, taking the post-it from the frame and putting it on top of the bedside table. I put it on top of the bed and took Maria’s secret package from the front pocket in my hoodie. I tore apart the paper with funny snowmen’s over a red background and saw a picture. A picture where five boys were walking and my boy was in a corner. Wearing a grey shirt with red letters on it, large denim jeans and the usual hair in a quaff. His tattoos were seeable in his arms and some in his neck too. I didn’t even took time with the other boys, my eyes went straightly to him.