Your Life Compared To Mine (Niall Horan fan fiction)

Your Life Compared To Mine 23

I was freshly cleaned sitting on my bar stool in my kitchen, the day was almost over, my house was beginning to get dark, and there was the silence taking over. I was lost in my thoughts, thinking really about nothing in particular when there was slight knock on my door. I slid off the stool dragging my feet over to the door, and pulling it open to find Simon on my doorstep.

“You must be Iris.” he says in a unamused tone of voice, I only nod feeling incredibly intimidated at the moment. “Well, I need to have a talk with you.” he states and walking past me without being given permission, which I was not about to argue with him because I am sure I’d lose very quickly.

He sits down on my only furniture which is the kitchen stools, I close my door and shuffle over to the kitchen feeling as though I’m about to be scolded for something I did wrong. I try to hide my nervousness, I don't sit instead I pull out my kettle for tea.

“Would you like tea, or anything to drink?” I ask filling it with water.

“Yes tea would be nice.” He says quickly. I turn the stove on, and turn slowly around and lean up against the counter looking at Simon. “How old are you?” he says keeping eye contact with me.

I only stare for a while before answering, it was a familiar question, but yet it seemed odd coming from him. “Seventeen.” I reply, “eighteen in a month.”

He only nods then looks around the kitchen and then into the living room before looking back at me. “Do you live here, in this house I mean, by yourself?” he then asks giving me a serious look.

“Yes, I do.” I state avoiding the subject of being thrown out of the main house.

He only gives a short 'Mhm' before we both stay silent for far too long. I hear the water boil next to me, I don't allow it to whistle so I pull it off the stove and grab two mugs.

“What do you like in your tea, Mr. Cowell.” I ask pulling the sugar out for myself.

“Honey would be nice.” He says quickly. I pull out the honey I have in the cupboard along with the tea bags as I prepare our tea in silence. This was awkward, like really awkward. I know he has something more to say but he is keeping quiet about it and it is truly bugging me. I set the tea in front of him as I take a seat next to him and slowly blow on the warmth. “Thank you.” he replies and takes a small sip.

“You're welcome.” I reply quietly, and it stays silent once again. This is making me feel really uncomfortable so I take the initiative. “So what did you want to talk with me about? I'm sure it wasn't about my age or where I live.” He only chuckles at this.

“Yes, obviously.” he seemed as though he was mocking me and it was actually upsetting me a little more than it should. “I have been told that there is a lot of tension going on around the house, not necessarily with the boys but with you and your mother.” he states like he knows the world.

“Yes, there has been, I've tried my best to keep the boys out of it.” I says slowly and carefully. This could be a very bad discussion I can feel it in the pit of my stomach

“Well I thank you, but it does involve the boys because it seems that Niall has taken a very big liking on you.” he says eying me suspiciously. “ and therefore it involves him at least.” I only nod. “So instead of the boys leaving in two months how it was planned they will only stay for another week and a half unless the tension resides and it can be proven that there is no unnecessary tensions going about.” I narrow my eyes slightly at his words, questioning why he his even bothering giving them another week and a half when they could just get up and leave.

“So why give us a week and a half?” I ask curiously.

He only huffs, “Because Liam was against leaving tomorrow afternoon, it seems he wants to stay along with Niall who put up a huge fight. So I gave them this option and the two were still against it but I wouldn't allow it any further. As for your mother who I had a meeting with a while ago was also against the boys leaving saying that they should stay for two months because this experience is great for them.” I roll my eyes, she only wants the money. I slightly slouch, I didn't want the boys to leave and especially not Niall at this point. At the same time though I want to do anything against what my mother wishes and that would just allowing the boys to leave.