The Curly, The Blond And The Irish. {One Direction FanFiction}

Chapter Twenty One - Papà and Mumsy

Juliette's P.O.V.

"Jules, you need to see this!" Elle shrieked down the phone. I flinched and held it away from my ear.

"See what? Where are you?" I asked, slightly annoyed that her phone call had woke up me and Niall. We had gone back to bed still fully clothed after we'd had lunch.

"I'm at a newsagents in town-"

"Elle if it's more crap about animal rights I'm not interested, sorry." I cut her off. Don't get me wrong, I'm totally against beagles wearing mascara and stuff. I just didn't need to hear about it at that precise moment. I tapped the speaker button on my phone, causing the room to fill with Elle's panicked voice.

"It's got nothing to do with that! Just let me explain!" She cried, obviously getting frustrated. I fell silent and waited for her to begin. Niall looked up, his expression just as confused as mine. "There are pictures of you and Niall all over  the front of HEAT. Inside is written:

"Niall Horan from the teen boy band One Direction has been spotted in numerous places hand-in-hand with a young girl. The pair have been seen kissing. She has been identified as nineteen-year-old Juliette Andrianò and One Direction fans have been going wild on social networking sites Twitter and Facebook." And there's more, they have pictures of you and him going into the house. Our house Juliette!" Elle's voice was getting higher and higher with panic. Niall and I looked at each other, completely bemused.

"Elle, we knew this would happen at some point, it's normal. Don't worry OK?" I reassured her. "Buy a few copies and bring them home, I want to see for myself."

"Alright." She sighed, her deep breaths slowing and getting more relaxed. I hung up the phone and put it back on top of my pillow.

"You're totally fine with this?" Niall asked in disbelief.

"I guess... I guess I have to be. Nothing can be done about it. You're more important."

He went to kiss me, but before our lips touched, my phone was ringing again. It was an international call. Hesitantly, I answered the phone with a shaky "hello...?"

"Juliette! Bella ragazza! It's your papà here!" The warm voice greeted me.

"Papà! How are you?  And how's Nonna?" I'd missed both of them so much.

"I'm great, so is she. She says she misses your cooking." My father said.

"Only because she was the one who taught me! Can I speak to her?" I asked eagerly.

"Oh tesoro! She's out! I'll tell her to call you. You have to come home soon... and bring your amichetto." He laughed. Amichetto is Italian for boyfriend. I glanced at Niall who was looking at me with wide eyes, then back to the floor.

"How do you know about him?" I giggled, I could feel my cheeks burning up.

"It was on the entertainment news. The whole town knows."

I groaned loudly. Everybody often asked after me to dad and Nonna, now all they had to do was Google search me to find out whatever it was they wanted to know. Niall looked at me curiously and I shook my head at him and laughed.

"It's not that bad tesoro. Isn't he the one you've fancied for years now?" His question was a serious one but I stil burst into hysterics. "...What?"

"Yes Papà! He's the same one."

"I miss speaking Italiano with you! I'm not used to Inglese anymore." Inglese is simply Italien for English.