Irish and I know It (Niall Horan Fan Fiction) [Ongoing]

Chapter 10

Author's Note:

Hey, I'm so sorry for the delayed update. I was bugged with school. So, here it is. And oh, I'd like to let you all know that there wouldn't be as much Author's Note. It also bugs me as much as it bugs you. So, just stay tuned. xx

-Hazel♥

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MICKAYLA'S POV

We got home early and we even had a pillow fight that lasted for 10 minutes. It's a mess here! Ooh! I feel sick... And tired. I just hope Mom's going home late. Oh, too late! "Mickayla! Ed! I'm home!" She shouted. "Ohmygosh! What did you do?" She shrieked, in shock. "Errm... Ed started it!" I reasoned out. Oh no! Mom's mad! "Clean up the mess!" She shouted. "No, not you, Liz dear. It's fine. You don't have to clean up." Mom said in a gentle voice. "No, it's okay, Mrs. Richards. After all I'm part of the people who made this mess..." Liz explained. Mom smiled and thanked her. "I want every single spot cleaned. Understood?" Mom asked, like a boss. Ohyeah! "Yes, Ma'am!" We answered, giggling.

We've been cleaning for 15 minutes. Now we're in the kitchen, mopping like maniacs while Mom's relaxing on the couch, munching on some chips as she watched her favorite show, American Idol Season 11.

NIALL'S POV

I just finished the song with the help of the boys. So, I directly drove my way to Mickayla's house. It seems quiet... I decided to knock on their door.

*knock. knock. knock.*

"Coming" I hear Mrs. Richards voice and I release a sigh. I thought they weren't home. As she opened the door, a smile lightened up across her face. "Oh, Niall, dear. You're here." She started. "Good evening, Mrs. Richards. Did I interrupt you?" I greeted. "Oh, no." She answered. "Oh, thank God. Is Mickayla here?" I asked, smiling. She nodded and wiggled her eyebrows. I let out a chuckle. "Is she busy?" I asked. I felt my heart beating fast, hoping she's not busy. Mrs. Richards looked inside. "Seems like she's not. Come on in, dear." She said with a smile, motioning me to go inside. "Oh, no need Mrs. Richards. I'm just gonna stay outside. Errm.. Can you call her for me please" I answered. "Sure, dear." She replied, smiling cheekily. "Thank you, Mrs. Richards." I answered, smiling. She went to some place which I guess is the kitchen. I held my guitar. Who's ready for World War III?!

MICKAYLA'S POV

Mom suddenly came out of nowhere. "Cinderella, Prince Charming is outside. He's waiting for you." Mom teased as she winked at me. Ed and Liz could hardly speak as of giggling. Who might this be? Oh, please. Let it be Niall. I WISH IT'S NIALL!

Afte 48 years of wishing it's Niall, well, sorry bitch. 'Coz it really is Niall. "N-Niall..." I stuttered out. I barely froze. So much for wishing. "Y-you're... Here.." I added. I looked at him properly. He's holding a guitar. I never knew he could play. I'd love to listen. Guys who can't play the guitar totally turns me off. No offense.

"W-why are you here?" I asked. Seriously?! Again with the stuttering?! Can I stop repeating the first letters of the first words?! I know, I sound horrid. "I'm here to apologize." He answered. Well, boy am I glad to see you! You've come to the right place. "I know. I was wrong for not telling you the truth. You should've known. I was just scared that you might... change..." He said with a pale face. Change? Why will I change? I accept you for who you really are, Niall... I just wish I could tell you.

"But please, let me apologize?" He said. I nodded. He motioned his guitar and started strumming.

NIALL'S POV

I hope she'll forgive me. I started playing and singing.

Girl, I see it in your eyes you're disappointed.