Niall Horan Imagines.

✨Young, wild and free.

The Lord has blessed me with 3 kids and 10 grandkids, and all of them had come over for Christmas. My daughters were helping me in the kitchen while Niall and my sons kept the children busy. It was times like these that I cherished the most ; my whole family together under one roof. Soon enough the oven beeped, indicating that our dinner was ready. The whole house now began to smell like a bakery.

After dinner, Niall sat down on his chair near the fireplace and pretty soon, like every other Christmas Eve, he was encircled by our grandkids.

"Tell us a story grandpa.", said one of them.

"Yes please, do tell!", added another.

"Hmm, what story should I tell you guys this time?", Niall spoke, his eyes furrowed as he scratched his chin.

"Ooh I know", gushed our eldest granddaughter. "Tell us the story of how you met grandma."

Niall began laughing as his eyes met mine and we remembered that day when we met for the first time.

"So it goes like this.", Niall began, going down the memory lane. "The year was 1975. There was a protest going on in Mullingar and I was one of the people protesting, more specifically one of those who were hurling stuff at the authorities. I was 24 back then. Young and rebellious. A complete free spirit."
A smile spread across his wrinkly face as he remembered his youth. "Half an hour into the protest, the police came and began scattering the revolting crowd. I quickly sprinted towards my bike and started the engine. Just before I was about to put my helmet on, I felt someone getting on my bike."His tone became more and more excited with every new sentence he spoke.
"Drive drive drive!", a feminine voice commanded. "Without thinking twice I raced my bike. I then sneakily began glancing at the passenger sitting behind me through the side view mirror. Her brunette locks flew freely along with the wind. She kept looking behind her to see if we were being chased or not, and when we were finally out on the open road she placed both her hands on my shoulders, stood up and screamed excitedly. I shook my head and grinned. She was very beautiful and I sensed was as rebellious as me. Her eyes contained fire. It wasn't wild fire. She perfectly knew how to control it. Electric shocks flew through my whole body when she had touched me for the very first time......"

"Who was that lady grandpa?", the youngest kid interrupted, excitement vivid through his little orbs.

"That, was your grandma. That was how we met for the very first time.", Niall said, coming back into the present time.

"Awesome! That's so cool!", one of the boys roared. "I didn't know you used to be such a baddie, grandma."
I laughed at this and soon Niall joined me too as we began reminiscing over the past memories.

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A/N: Follow up ➡️ the guy from the previous story really was drunk cos after 2-3 days when I texted him he confessed he was high and didn't remember a single thing from what he said to me over that phone call 😂😂.
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