I'm Home with You: A Niall Horan Fanfiction

Chapter 9: The Big Reveal

I wake up with the same huge smile I went to sleep with. I can't stop the words from entering my mind over and over again.

Niall Horan talks about me.

Niall Horan thinks I'm great craic.

Niall Horan thinks I'm amazing.

Niall Horan thinks I'm beautiful.

I was smiling to myself all last night while watching Love/Hate with Aunt Jayne which, considering the content of the show, was a bit hard to explain.

"Are you alright?" She asked me during hour five of the marathon "We just witnessed a drive by and you're smiling. I never knew you could be so sadistic."

I shrugged it off and tried to stop the corners of my lips from curving again, but then I'd spot an actor with blond hair and/or blue eyes, or somebody would talk about football, or they'd say the word "Direction", or they'd say "while" which rhymes with Niall, and that's when I would realize that I'm absolutely insane but then I'd remember that Niall Horan thinks I'm beautiful and I'd start smiling all over again.

God what's wrong with me?

I shower and change into jeans and navy sweater patterned with red bows. I do my makeup and leave my hair down. Today Aunt Jayne and I are driving to Dublin and visiting Dublin City Gallery The Hugh Lane.

Despite not being able to hang out with Niall, I'm actually really excited about going to see the gallery. Art has always been a huge part of my life and it'll be cool to see how it differs in another country compared to America.

I arrive downstairs promptly at 9:15 AM. Aunt Jayne is already seated at the table, going over the final draft of her magazine's latest issue.

"You promised no work on reserved Aunt-Niece days." I jokingly scold her as I grab my purse.

Aunt Jayne laughs "Come on. Just give me five minutes." 

I pull the magazine away from her and place it on the table beside me. "Nope. If you won't let me study for school, I won't let you work on the magazine. Let's go. We wouldn't want to tempt you."

Aunt Jayne sighs and rises from her seat "Fine fine fine, we can get some breakfast on the way. Come on, kiddo."

We walk arm-in-arm to my Aunt's car. As soon as we are on the road, singing along to an old Irish Folk Song CD that I used to be obsessed with when I was young, my phone rings. It's Jaime. I sigh to myself; I told her that today was being spent with my aunt and I couldn't call her. Did she not even listen to me? I ignore the call before promptly getting another from her, and another, and another. On the fourth call, she finally leaves a voice mail. I swipe my phone and place it to my ear to play it.

"Hey, Amelia," she says "It's me, if you didn't already guess that from the five million other calls. I'm so so so so sosososososo sorry to be calling you. I know it's a day with your Aunt and everything but I wanted to know if you saw...it. I wanted to make sure you knew before somebody else told you - or recognized you, for that matter. Call me back whenever you can. Bye."

I feel a twinge of guilt for getting annoyed at her but that guilt is quickly replaced with curiosity and nerves. 

What do I need to see? Why would somebody recognize me? I decide to break my own rule and find myself calling Jaime. She picks up on the first ring.

"Amelia! Finally! Look I'm SO sorry about calling you while you're with your Au-"

"J, it's alright." I interrupt her "What is 'it' and why do you want to know if I saw it?"