One Direction...All Dads? Series

Chapter 6.

                                                                   Niall's POV:

"Stop stirring at your food."

I looked down at my plate, which was a soup of buttery grits, beans and potatoes.

I guess i really had absentmindly was playing my food, because i was thinking about Juliet so much.

"Are you going to eat it?" Greg asked, licking his lips.

"YES!" I replied, pulling the plate closer to me, picking up a spoon and slurping it down.

"Did Juliet call?" Mom asked.

Dead silence.

I pushed away my plate. (which was queer). I hadn't thought about it for two hours, and now the topic is up again.

"The match is on!" Dad interupted, pointing at the TV, indicating the long awaited futbol game.

Mom gave me a symphathetic look. "Sorry, honey, i didnt mean to..."

"Take out the beers!" Greg said, pulling his jersey over his head, and jumping on the couch with dad, getting into the game.

"C'mon Niall." Dad said, flipping open the beer lid.

"No thanks." I said, grabbing a corn bread from the plate and heading up the stairs.

"Be a man!" I heard Greg shout, then the clink of beer bottles. Laughter, and fun.

I sulked in my room, and had my phone tightly clutched in my sweaty hand. Should I call Juliet? Again? I've already called her like nine times.

I pressed the button on speedial, and anxiously held the phone to my ear. It's been like five days now. I must talk to her.

"Niall. STOP calling me. This is charging money. I need to focus on other things."

"Juliet!" I breathed, a sigh of relief.

"What?"

"Juliet. I love you. I know you probably think i tell that to other girls but..." Oh wait a minute. I did. But i was just lying.

"Hmm...but what?" She gave a humorless chuckle.

"But you're different. I mean it when i say it."

"How am i supposed to trust you? I don't know if i want to be anything more than friends."

FRIENDS? What the heck are friends with this girl?

"No! Juliet, I..." I sighed.

"I might have been dating a lot of girls. But we never had any special connection, like you and i. Okay? I admit it. I am a bit of a ladies man..."

She huffed, her tone all annoyed.

"Niall...I---" 

She was cut off by her one bloodcurdling scream, hyperventaling breathing, and then she shrieked "NIALL!"

And her line hung up.

"JULIET! JULIET! What? WHAT HAPPENED?" 

I stared at the phone for a minute, trying to call her back. What if something happened to her? What if a murderer came into her room? She fell badly? WHAT THE HECK HAPPENED?

I scrambled down the stairs of the bunk bed, and ran downstairs to my dad.

"DAD!"

He was so startled, that he dropped his beer bottle, and spilled butterscotch liquid all over our white carpet, bubbles bursting.