Niall's Pov
I hated Cheshire. Well I didn’t, but going to a place you’ve only ever been once before on your own is a bit nerve-wracking. I had to get the train to Manchester then travel down on a train, meaning I wouldn’t arrive at Harry’s until late. Everything had been booked, I got a fast train down to Holmes Chapel, then a simple taxi journey to his. This meaning I’d also be the last to arrive, but hey, the party doesn’t start until I walk in.
I dragged my suitcase into the boot, my back clicking as I lifted it. Sitting on a plane for hours can really make you stiff, no pun intended, although the hostess’ were rather pretty.
I plugged my headphones into my ears, and let a small sigh slip from my lips. I kept the music quiet, just in case the driver needed information. The heavy beat of Justin Bieber flowed into my ears, the melody making me drift off slightly.
“Aren’t you from the television?”
I snapped my eyes open, dragged back from my little slumber. The defer had a think northern accent, sounding like he belonged on Hollyoaks. I pulled the headphones out of my ears and cleared my throat.
“Sorry, what?”
“Aren’t you the Irish lad from that talent show? The X Factor?”
“Oh, yeah. I am.” I smirked to myself, the first time I had been recognised in public.
“Yeah my little girl watches it. Do you get through on bootcamp?”
“Yeah, you could say that.” I let out a slight chuckle as the driver pulled into Harry’s road, I recognised the tilted apple tree at the top of the road. I pulled out my phone and drafted a quick message to Harry, telling him I was outside. The car stopped, and I swung the door open, the driver copying me. I walked round to the boot, and lifted the heavy suitcase out of it, my body still tensed up. I payed and thanked the driver, not bothering to watch him leave. Dragging the suitcase, I paced slowly to the door, astounded when it swung open dramatically. As the light poured out, a shadow of deep brown curls fell onto the pavement in front, hands on hips.
“TOP OF THE MORNING TO YER IRELAND!” Harry gave me a theatrical salute, before running at me with open arms. Me and him had kept the most contact over the last week, because we were the babies of the group, we had to stick together. Harry picked up my suitcase, and gestured me inside. I stepped into the house, the warmth hitting me like a baseball bat. I legged it up the stairs, leaving Harry to handle the suitcase.
“S’alright Niall, I got this. Not like you’re flirting with my best mate or anything.”
I let out a little giggle as I reached the top, suddenly flashbacking to one of the first times I met Ellis. She lost her balance with the suitcase, and I caught her as she fell. Smiling to myself, I walked into Harry’s bedroom.
“DUCK!”
I could taste feathers in my mouth as the pillow hit my face and exploded. Laughter erupted from the room, the springs on the bed squeaking madly. I dared to open my eyes, and I saw three lads collapsed in a heap on the bed, tears of laughter leaking from their eyes. I could Harry trudging behind me, huffing at the suitcase in his grasp.
“Aw guys, that was my favourite pillow!” I dragged the suitcase past me, and dropped it on the corner amongst the other gathered luggage. The larger one was bright pink, with a small collection of flowers at the bottom. No doubt it was Louis’.
“Aww no!” Zayn screeched in his trademark accent, slapping his hands to his face. “What we gonna doooooooooo?” Liam’s face was screwed up with laughter, he was laughing so hard he ended up slipping off the bed, falling to the floor loudly. This caused more hysteria in the room, and I ended up joining them in the giggles.
“It is now 2:14 AM and we have to be up at ten. I suggest we catch some zee’s” Harry pulled off his shirt, no doubt intending on sleeping naked. All throughout the holiday on Barbados, he refused to wear clothing in bed, really off putting.”
“Why so early?” I slipped my jacket off, with the intension of sleeping in the clothes I was wearing, too knackered to faff with my suitcase and change.
“Because my little irish boy..” Harry grabbed my cheeks, squeezing the slightly. I flicked him off playfully, rubbing my face trying to numb the pain.
“Ellis is coming over.”
