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Niall's POV:
"So kid," Mr. Thompson said, sitting down on the porch swing, "Tell me about yourself."
"Well, my names Niall Horan and I'm 16 years old. My birthday is September 13 and I am from Westmeath Mullingar in Ireland. I have an older brother and my parents' names are Maura and Bobby Horan. My intentions for your daughter do not include controlling her friendships or her, nor unfaithfulness and pity. I will not lie, cheat, or steal from her. I want to encourage her to follow her dreams whatever they may be. We haven't talked about that yet. But I would never intend on hurting your daughter. She's too lovely a human being." I sucked in a breath before continuing.
"I think your daughter is beautiful inside and out, I know I don't know James, but I know enough about him to know that Hannah never deserved him. I want you to know that I did, do, and will continue to give her space and patience along with respect and a full heart." I finished making complete eye contact.
"You don't seem like a bad kid." He started. "I want you to know it was wrong of me to give you my blessings.."
What? No, no no! No it wasn't!
"Before I even knew who you were.."
Oh thank God!
Relief floods through my body at his words.
"I was judging you by how you looked and acted instead of how you really are." He said.
"If your intentions are true, then I trust you wholeheartedly with my daughter." He finished.
"Yes, my intentions are nothing but." I reassured him with a smile.
"Dude, your accent is killer!" He told me.
"Same to you." I nodded.
"Please don't let me down." He said, disappointment clear in his eyes and tone.
My jaw clenches. I knew James hurt Hannah, but I didn't realize he hurt Mr. Thompson too. Maybe he is only hurting for his daughter? I look at him once more. His expression answering my thoughts. He's hurting.. but not just for his daughter.
"I won't Mr. Thompson. I promise." I said.
"Thank you." He sighed in relief. I didn't realize he was tense until he let out that breath. He gained some color and happiness back into his face.
"One last thing, kid." He said reaching his arm out to stop me.
"Please call me Niall?" I asked.
"Sure. One last thing Niall." I smile made its way to the corner of his lips.
"Anything Mr. Thompson."
"Give it about a week." He winked.
"Yes, sir." I said.
"Oh, Mr. Thompson." I said, grasping the door handle for strength. "I'm sorry James effected not Hannah but you, as well."
"It's not your fault."
"Well that doesn't make it okay, so I'm sorry." I told him once more before heading inside.
Hannah's POV:
"Well that doesn't make it okay, so I'm sorry." I heard Niall say, walking inside.
I want to know what went on out there. How could they possibly talk for an hour an a half and not even know each other?
"Hi." I said, locking my phone screen. "How was conversing with my dad?" I chuckled.
"Good actually. I mean it wasn't at all awkward or intense. It was like he was a friend." He shrugged.
"A friend? Really Niall? You think of my dad as your friend?" I said.
"Yeah why not?" He said.
"It's just a little weird thats all." I laughed.
Niall and I decided on watching Finding Nemo and eating popcorn. By the time the movie ended, I was dog tired.
"Hannah I'll let you sleep. I had fun though." He whispered in my ear, sending chills down my spine. I didn't realize someone could do that. Hell, I've only dated James, Max, and Tyler, and none of them ever gave me chills in any way. Damn! That makes Niall ten times hotter.
"Okay." I mumbled.
"Bye darling. See you tomorrow." He said, sliding my legs off his lap.
"Same to you." I said, rolling over in sleep.
I heard my dad saying something to him as they walked outside, but I couldn't make out the words.
My dad came back in. I felt rough hands slip under my legs and back, lifting me off of the couch.
Why is my dad carrying me? He never does that? "Good night, love." A familiar Irish accent spoke. Wait... Niall carried me?
I nodded, as he gently pulled the covers up to my chest.
"Good job man!" I heard my dad shout from the living room. A small smile grew on my face, but I was too far in sleep to think about what just happened.
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