A/N: This is another one of those stories I wrote specifically for one of the boys. It's kinda short too.
You were at Niall's flat with him and the boys. You guys were playing FIFA on the X-Box, when your dad called.
"Hello?" You say, confused on why he called.
"Heyyy Y/N! Nice to see you're still alive." Your dad's Irish voice rings through the phone.
"Dad. Are you drunk?" You laugh.
"Yeah! We went to another pub." He slurs.
"We?" You ask.
"Me and your mom." He says then laughs.
"Why are you always drunk!" You say, laughing.
"I'm not always drunk!" He slurs again. You then heard movment in the back ground. You set the phone on speaker.
"Hey sweetie!" Your moms british accent rang through the air.
"Hey mom. Are you drunk too?" You ask.
"No. I'm dragging your father home. He thinks that just because he's Irish he can get drunk all the time." Your mom says, laughing.
"Ha! Yeah. Well have fun you two!" You say then hang up.
"You're part Irish?" Niall asks, wide eyed.
"Yeah. You didn't know that?" You ask, confused. "My voice changes between British and Irish a lot."
"No. I've only met your mom and I guess I only notice your British accent." Niall says.
"Oh. Well I can use both." You say in your Irish accent. You guys laugh and you keep talking in your Irish accent for Niall.
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