Love... A Niall Horan Love Story

Chapter 42: Date

Brielle's P.O.V.

I stood there, phone glued to my ear. "What do you mean, he might leave?"

"Well," Mum said, sounding apologetic, "He doesn't exactly have a good track record of staying in one place for more than a year."

"He did though," I argued. "He stayed with you and James for four years."

"That was the longest," Mum replied. "He hasn't changed. People don't change, Brielle. They're still the same, bitter, spoiled, brat of a person they've ever been."

"Are we still talking about Dad here?" I asked angrily. "Because it sounds like you're describing me. Like I'm bitter because you accuse me and you think you're right, and I'm spoiled because I have a famous boyfriend, and that I'm a brat all around. Well Mum, thanks. I really appreciate you taking the time to call me to tell me that I'm going to get left behind again. I really needed it. Thanks."

I hung up and felt like chucking my phone across the room. Unfortunately, I can't afford a new one, so I flopped on the bed near me and screamed into a pillow. Niall came in the room to investigate the noise. When he saw me on the bed he flopped down next to me, making me bounce.

"Whatcha doing?" he asked.

"Bemoaning my pathetic parents," I mumbled into the pillow.

"I know what will make you feel better," Niall said his lips on my neck.

I pushed him away and rolled over on my back. "No, I'm not in the mood."

Niall pouted, but pulled me into his side. "We could always do something else," he said.

"Like what?" I asked, resting my head on his chest.

"Like...... go for a walk," Niall said, his eyes lighting up.

I grinned at him. "Let's go."

We jumped out of bed and quickly got dressed, Niall pulling on jeans and a white T-shirt and a hoodie and me in leggings and Toms with a baggy sweatshirt pulled over it. I didn't put on any makeup and Niall eyes shone when he noticed I wasn't.

"You know I love it when you don't wear that crap," he muttered, pressing a kiss to my forehead.

"Yeah, yeah," I said. "You and your noble girl-looks-perfect-completely-natural thing."

Niall gave a little half smile and he wrapped his arm around my waist. "What are you talking about? I have no idea about this theory of yours."

"Shut up," I told him, laughing as I pushed him off.

I walked out the door Niall trailing after me. His keys jangled in his hand as he locked the door and turned to face me, a bright smile on his face. We walked down the street hand in hand, skipping slightly.

I laughed at a joke that Niall had just told, throwing my head back. I caught sight of an ice cream shop and ran over to the window, pressing my nose against the glass and staring in at the ice cream. Niall joined me, pressing his nose against the window too.

"What are we doing?" he asked.

"Can we get ice cream?" I begged. "Please?"

I gave him my puppy dog eyes and Niall grunted. "Alright, we can get some."

I smiled in happiness and pecked him on the cheek before skipping inside. "You're the best boyfriend ever."

"For future reference, I'm buying ice cream for us because I'm hungry, not because I wanted to make you happy," Niall joked as we waited in line.