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•30 minutes before •
Laughing heavily, I sang along to 'talk dirty to me' as the DJ mixed songs and melodies together. He was pretty damn good if I say so myself.
Out of breath and very, very sweaty, I left to use the bathroom. I bumped into a few girls on the way there, them all wishing me a happy birthday. There's gotta be at least 400+ here. From the huge garden, to the 'dance floor' and then the car park out the front, the place was absolutely packed. I didn't even think I knew this many people.
After doing my business, I thoroughly washed my hand and splashed cold water over my face. It was so quiet out there, it was like the whole place was put on pause. No music, no singing, no chatting, nothing. Weird?
Worried, I ran out of the toilet to see what all the commotion was all about. Even as I stepped out the only thing to be heard was the sound of my heels and certain gasps and squeals. What?
A pathway straight down the middle of the floor was made for me to walk down and hesitantly, I did. I saw my best-friends, Ellie and Max, and I shot them a 'what the f.uck look' , but they just looked at me sympathetically and pointed to the stage where the DJ once stood.
Someone with their back to me stood there talking with my parents. Their voices were hushed and only once I got literally within touching distance with them, I noticed the stranger spoke with authority.
Erm, this officially just got weirder.
I coughed awkwardly and they all turned around to face me. The person, who I could now identify as a guy in probably his mid 30's or 40's, looked me up and down and smiled, the f.uck? Creep.
"This is her?" He asked and my parents nodded.
"She looks a lot like him, especially her eyes".
"What? Who do I look like??" I asked, clearly confused.
"Me." Another voice called out from behind me. It was different though, because he (?) spoke with an Irish accent and then it hit me. My heart pounded as I turned on my feet to face him.
Oh my god, Niall Horan's at my eighteenth birthday party.
"W-what are y-you doing here?" Stumbling on my words, I blinked, pinched myself and then blinked a further 5 times.
"There's something I have to tell you, Maddie".
please be tickets to their next show, please, please please
"I-I uh, I'm your b-b" He stuttered, but my mother cut him off.
"There's no easy way to say this, but he's your brother".
"No, what, no way" I rambled on, trying to run from the truth "He's my brother?".
There was no chance for a reply, I had already blacked out - hoping this was all just a really, really bad dream.
