More Than This (A Niall Horan Fan Fiction)

Chapter 5

Niall's POV

"Bye!" I stand at the door frame as I say goodbye to Thalia's mother before leaving their house to go home to our own.

"Good night, love." Zaida replies. That's Thalia's mother's name, by the way. She invited me to say for dinner since I was in their house around six p.m. earlier and Niall never refuses this kind of invitation. Anyway, she does that always: Making and preparing foods for her daughter and to me and making me feel at home. Who wouldn't feel very at home under this roof if you've been here since you were still a toddler until now? And I love Zaida. She's lovely and treats me like his own son. And since I don't have my mother with me ―and Greg―, Thalia's mother practically stands as our own but I never in a million years thought of her to be our stepmom. Because I love my Mum. Greg also loves her so much, and for sure, Dad still loves her. It's just some things between them didn't work out, that's why we have a broken family. But no, there's no hatred among our parents or among the four of us.

By the way, I should be saying goodbye to Thalia as well before I ran off their porch but right after we washed the dishes, she sprinted upstairs while announcing that she'll take a shower. It's weird because earlier in her room, we were having fun and fooling and laughing around. She acted really weird since this morning and I don't know why.

While I am crossing the street to my house, I'm bombard with a lot of questions and thoughts that are all bothering me. I want to mention them one by one but I can't start, I'm so confused.

As I squeezed the doorknob open, I only feel the presence of my brother. I look at the wall clock and it says: 7:45 p.m. which means that Dad isn't home yet from work. It's funny to think that in this house, there are only three persons living in. Add the fact that they're all males: The father and his two sons. I don't know the feeling of having a mother here because we haven't had one since I was a toddler. Of course, I'm longing for my mother's love, care, guidance and all ―Dad and Greg might as well longing for her― but after all, I have them two in my life. And I really look up to my Dad. Yes, he might not be here all the time, but he always make sure to make it up to my brother and I. And he is the best for standing up for his two lazy arses sons.

"We have a visitor." Greg announces from the kitchen. Who would it be? I practically slam the door behind me and rush to the kitchen. Mum?

"Mother!" I jog towards her and embraced her. "I missed you!" I plant a peck on her cheek.

"Me too, honey." She kisses my temples. "How are you? I heard from Greg that you did well during your game earlier."

"Proud brother here!" Greg laughs.

"I'm fine and the game was fine." And I kissed someone. No, someone kissed me. It was my crush actually but I wasn't happy with it because my best friend saw it. I didn't like it that much actually, I just can't believe that she kissed me.

"That's great to hear." She answers, smiling. She snaps her fingers twice to my face making my thoughts earlier to be push aside for a moment.

"What're you doing here?" I ask.

"Of course, to visit you two." She replies, looking at Greg then to me.

"I mean, here in the kitchen." I laugh.

"Oh. I rummaged your kitchen and made Greg some foods."

"I see. But no more for me?" I playfully pout my lips. But I saw a leftover inside the oven.

Greg saw me eyeing the food inside the oven. "That's for Dad." Ha! I roll my eyes at him.

The three of us soon walk to the living room and exchange conversations about nothing and everything.