Something New 2 - Niall Horan

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IF IT IS NOT JUNE 28TH-29TH WHEN YOU ARE FIRST SEEING THIS UPDATE THEN YOU ARE EXPERIENCING A WATTPAD UPDATE BUG. I WILL POST THE LINK TO THE NEXT CHAPTER ON MY MESSAGE BOARD :)

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Maura had, for a half hour or so, finished shovelling and had joined the four-slash-six of us in the house (if you count Noah and Theo, although they really weren't taking part in the conversation, simply gurgling and crooning at themselves every once in a while). I had found out, both from conversing and from just listening, that Alex was training to be an American football player, since he was moving there after he graduates in a few years and was hoping to get on a team, maybe even in college, as he was hoping to study for his J.D. there. He wanted to be a lawyer, like Niall did. It makes sense, really, considering they grew up together and probably had shared the same interests and identical influences.

Kay, however, was an aspiring almost-twenty-year-old jazz and freestyle dancer. When she was younger, her mother had put her in a traditional jazz class because of her heritage. After two years or so, Kay figured she'd try something else (freestyle, to be exact) and ended up falling in love with it. As she got older, she mixed the two styles often and wanted to pursue a career in it.

I got all of this from a forty-minute conversation - starting once I had gotten back from the nursery. I volunteered to stay in there and watch Noah and Theo, giving both tummy time during their naps, changing and feeding them, keeping them entertained... Eventually they were not having any more sleep, so I brought them out and joined the social cluster. Yeah, I can listen.

Stay on topic, though? Not so much.

My ears rang and my lips were numb from simply sitting there smiling, slouching over a glass of beer. I wished that I had something interesting to say to add to the conversation, but I just didn't. So I made myself content with just sitting there for a while until the conversation shifted to a topic that I had a funny story or opinion for, but, much to my dismay, that time never came. Instead, the mysterious Evaline did.

With a few quiet knocks on the front door, which I had somehow managed to hear over the robust, boyish laughs echoing in the room and my heart's rapid, painful beating at being both disregarded and forgotten, Evaline announced herself. I set my fizzling beverage down on the counter and rose to my full height, towering over the others who were still seated.

I got two and a half questioning looks - as you couldn't really classify whatever Niall shot at me to be or not to be a look, so let's put a .5 there to make me feel better about myself like they did back in Senior High when you kinda-sorta got an exam question correct - until I turned on my heel and strode with a confident façade to the door. I definitely did not want to look weak in front of Niall nor his friends, although I definitely felt small under their stares burning into the back of my neck.

Biting my lip, I opened the door and quickly released my miniature, unhealthy "snack" before the suspected Evaline could catch a glimpse of my nervous habit.

"Ehm, hi. Is Maura Gallagher or Niall Horan here...?" Whoa. She was... just... whoa. She was gorgeous. She was Hispanic with an American accent, and god, her voice was thick with it - almost syrupy - and she had these deep brown eyes and glossy dark hair. I don't think I've ever met a more beautiful girl. I hope she isn't a bitch. That would really suck. It would also put a roadblock in my already-building plan to befriend her.

"Are you Evaline?" Her mouth popped open for a nanosecond and I immediately regretted the question - I sounded like a complete stalker. Then Niall, giddy from the two beers he had already consumed, tumbled more than a teenage fan of Five Shades of Summer, or whatever they're called, into the artful hall to rest his hand on my shoulder and smile at Evaline.