Niall Has a Sister?

Chapter 1

'Beep! Beep! Beep!'

"Ugh..." I rolled over slamming the palm of my hand into the off button.

I sat up in my bed stretching my arms above my head, letting the rays of sun running through my window wash over my body.

I waddled over to my dresser pulling out acid-washed jeans, a pink bandeau, along with a loose knit sweater. I matched it with my pink toms.

I skipped over to my light wood vanity applying eyeliner, and mascara around my piercing blue eyes. Allowing my chocolate, curly hair cascade down my back.

(OUTFIT TO THE SIDE --->)

I padded down the carpet steps into the kitchen, where my foster mother Jennifer strolled through the kitchen humming "Little Bird". I flashed her a happy smile before I approached the pantry and retrieved my Cinnamon Toast Crunch. Pouring some into a bowl I hopped up onto the counter, swinging my legs to Jennifer's humming.

She came to a sudden stop; I peered up to see her fidgeting. I furrowed my eyebrows, and she offered me a small smile, that was laced with sadness.

Nathan, my foster father, entered the kitchen, securing his arm around Jennifer's waist.

I watched them suspiciously, as they gazed into each others' eyes, before he nodded and she regained eye contact with me.

"What's goin' on?" I questioned.

"Honey, we have something to tell you." I nodded telling her to continue. "We have wanted to adopt you for so long, but something has come to our knowledge."

Her eyes watered, she placed her fingers on her lips trying to stop the quivering.

Nathan continued. "Rosalie your family has come in contact with the adoption agency, and they want you back."

My heart beat stopped. My family, they want me? All these years I've been dreaming for them to come and find me, and now they have.

Jennifer pulled a manila folder from her bag and handed it to me before hugging me and pacing to her room where I heard soft crying.

"Rosalie, I hope you know that we love you, and we want nothing more for you to be happy." he gave my shoulder a squeeze before seeking his wife in their bedroom.

I took a shaky breath before scanning the manila folder.

JONES, ROSALIE was printed on the front. Jones was just a stand in name; I don't know my real last name. Yet.

I cautiously opened the folder. Immediately a picture of a family of four caught my attention. But they weren't just any family.

They were mine.

Two smiling parents with pride evident in their eyes as they protectively held two older boys stared at me.

My brothers. My parents.

One boy was taller, and older with brown hair. The other seemed to be closer to my age; he had bleached hair and a braced smile. He looked awfully familiar.

I didn't realize I was crying until, round, wet drops blurred the picture. Bobby, Maura, Greg, and Niall Horan were printed on the back of the photo.

Horan.

I was a Horan.

Rosalie Horan. I happily cried, laughing. I got up and sprinted to the door, opening it and entering the Galway air. I followed the familiar path to the cliffs. I admired the powerful waves hammer the walls.

I threw my head back screaming:

"MY NAME IS ROSALIE HORAN AND I'VE BEEN CLAIMED!"

NIALL'S POV:

"Liam I swear to God if you don't get off me I will hide spoons in everything you own." I threatened.

"You wouldn't?" He whispered eyes full of terror.

"Can you risk it?" I returned.

With that he scrambled off my lap and jumped into Paul's unexpecting arms.

"PAUL SAVE ME FROM THE LEPRECHAUN!" he yelled/pleaded Paul. The boys laughed their heads off when Paul dropped him on the floor.

"Niall, there are visitors here for you." Paul said. He motioned towards the studio door. I hopped up following his lead out the door, coming into the lobby, two figures stood with their backs to us.

They turned around.

"Mum? Dad?" I happily questioned running forward and engulfing them in hugs.

"Hi honey." Me mum greeted me taking my face in her grasp and kissing my cheeks. I laughed taking in their presence.

"Son, we have something to tell you." He peered behind my shoulder at Paul. "Can we talk somewhere privately?"

I glanced between my parents nervously, before nodding and leading them to a conference room off of the studio.

We all sat down in the leather chairs. My parents interlocked their hands before nodding to each other and turning to face me.

"Niall, know that we love you. And that were sorry we never told you this." My mum said. I began to get nervous, what could my parents possibly be keeping from me?

"Mum, Dad, what's wrong? Is someone hurt, sick, what?" I rambled.

My father chuckled nervously.

"No. Niall, when you were born, we had a little surprise you could say. After you were delivered the doctor turned to us and said 'Ready for the next one'.... Niall... you have a twin sister, Rosalie." My father finished.

"What?" I spat out shocked. "How, how could you never tell me? What happened to her?"

"Honey, we couldn't afford to raise three children, we barely passed with two. I wouldn't have been fair to all of you if we kept her. We're so sorry." My mother cried.

"YOU COULDN'T AFFORD HER! HOW THE HELL COULD YOU DO THAT TO HER?!?!?" I shouted furious, bolting up from my chair.

My father rose, forcefully pushing me back into the chair.

"Do you honestly think we wanted to give her up? Huh? Niall it was the hardest thing we have ever had to do! We loved her, but we wouldn't have been able to feed you lot. You think I wanted to give up my baby girl?" He sternly told me, his voice breaking at the end as tears pricked his eyes.

I sighed defeated. Tears welled into my eyes, realizing I was living my dream and my twin was out there without a family.

"Niall, pack your bags, were going to pick her up." Mum spoke with a smile.

I instantly smiled. I jumped from my seat hugging my parents. On my way to the door I turned back.

"Can the boys come?" I asked.

"Of course, they're like family."

I ran into the studio. The boys eyed me strangely.

"PACK YOUR BAGS BOYS!" I yelled.

Liam winced from the volume. "For what?"

"TO PICK UP MY TWIN SISTER!"

*Sorry this sucks, it's my first fanfic. I'll try to get better, I just wanted to get this idea on paper. PS: LWWY WAS FUDGING AMAZING!

Love- Katie!*