The Right Man [SLY2] n.h.

Chapter 5

Niall Horan:

 

“I still think you should have called before we showed up to your mom’s house,” Amy said as she got out of the car and looked down at our bags.

I shook my head, and grabbed the bags before holding onto her hand tightly with the other. She immediately intertwined her fingers with mine. And we walked towards the front door.

“No, you and I both know that if I would have made that call, we wouldn’t be standing here right now,” I said to her and she nodded.

She looked around for a bit, as did I. I took in my surroundings. Everything looked the same; she hadn’t changed much of anything. The cracks on the wall are still there, even after all the times Greg and I would tell her we needed to get them fixed. The blue paint I accidently splattered on the wall a week before I left was still there. I would have thought she would have painted over it already. I looked back to the front door before me, trying to convince myself to knock on the door rather than walk back to my car.

“What if she isn’t even here?” Amy asked while pulling on my arm like a little kid.

It sounds and looks like she’s a bit nervous. Why she would be is beyond me. She is hardly ever nervous, and now shouldn’t be a time for her to start. I mean, this is my mum we’re talking about, she’s as intimidating as a puppy. If anything, it should be me who is nervous, I haven’t seen her in years.

I shook my head and looked down at her, “no, she’s here.”

“How do you know that?” She looked up at me with her head tilted to the side.

“I know, because the window upstairs is cracked open and that’s only opened when she’s in the room. She’ll literally close it before she walks out to answer the door.”

“Oh,” she muttered and nodded slowly.

I held my fist up to the door waiting to knock. I don’t think I can do it. It’s as simple as tying my shoes, but I can’t seem to find it in me to actually knock.

“Niall, just knock,” I heard Amy say beside me. “Why aren’t you knocking?”

I slightly shook my head unable to say anything, and my hand fell from the door to my side once more. I was about to turn on my heel when I saw Amy raise her hand and knock on the door herself.

“What are you doing?” I said as I walked backwards slowly.

“Knocking,” she said as she turned around to face me.

“Why?”

“What do you mean why, Niall? If you don’t knock, she won’t open the door.”

I don’t want to anger Amy right now, but I feel like it’s going to happen anyway.

“Well, what if I don’t want her to open the door?” I questioned as I heard the window closing above us.

I knew she was coming down, and I was starting to panic.

“Niall, I know you’re scared; it’s okay to be scared, but I really think you have no reason to be scared. She’s your mom and I’m sure she is going to be extremely happy to see you. Honestly, you nee-”

She was cut off by the front door opening, “hi, can I help you?” I heard my mum’s voice coming from behind Amy.

Amy stepped to the side leaving my mum in view before me. I just stared ahead unsure of what to say. She stared back at me with what seemed like tears in her eyes.