adolescent. ≫ niall horan au

Chapter 4.

"Yer parents are home, yeh?" Niall asked. "Why haven't they come 'round 'ere lookin' fer ya? I'd be scared right now!"

"They're fiiine," Riordan said, brushing the topic off his shoulders like a champ. "Mama knows that I don't go far; Probably sleepin' after a long night of.. stuff." He vigorously scratched his shaven head with the nail left on his fingertips.

"Are.. Are they addicts?" Niall asked. "Do I need to call Child Services?"

Riordan roared with laughter.
"No silly, I just," his face twisted with curiosity. "I don' remembah who they work fer, but they know I'm safe. I do this all tha time."

"Sneak out?" Florence asked.

"When ya say it like tha', it sounds wrong. I don't 'sneak out', I roam. I jus' roam." Riordan doesn't like being called out like that, like he's some troublemaker.
"Me mums expecting me now. Yoo can meet her when we git thar!" Riordan dipped for the window while Flo and Niall were reaching for the red Porsche's keys.

"Ya damn city kooks.." He mumbled under his breath and shook his head. "I'm takin' me bike home."

"Why not just sit in the car with us?" Florence asked.

"I don' care much for fanceh cars. No offense, I'd rather jus' ride sweet ol' Sleepin' Lighting ovah 'ere.."
He pointed to this old red bike leaning against the rose bushes in Mrs. Horan's garden, with high handle bars and thin wheels.
"She's my onl'eh choice o' trans'portation, unless me mum's going to tha grocery store," Riordan smiled with childhood memories flowing through his head. "I was taught tuh ride dis bike, me brudders were taught on theirs; I h've no intentions to let this one go. It's me onl'eh sense of memory."

"So where do ya live?" Niall never heard the reason why Riordan is so attached to his red bicycle, and clearly didn't care about it.

"O'er Pierce St., and down Mount, to mother's house we go.." Riordan sung.

..

"Welcome!" Riordan gestured to the pretty blue home sitting on top of the hill. Niall had a great look of observance around the house, making sure this kid had a clean slate.
Niall had consulted Florence earlier in the car about being safe, especially at a boys house, because, and quote,

"Those cunts want to get into your pants." Unquote.

She agreed, but couldn't help to think about all the excitement of being at a guys house. Especially when that guy is more than a friend. But, Riordan and her, are clearly friends. Brand new to each other.
She was always slightly intrigued by a boys house. This may solve some of her everlasting questions..

"MA! I BROUGHT PEOPLE O'ER, ARE YOU DECENT?!"
Riordan screamed with no censoring into the entrance of the house.

"Jesus Christ, Riordan! Ya can't jus' yell that stuff around tha house wit people ovah!
Hello, I'm.. Holy.." His mother fixed her blouse when she realized that the most famous person in Mullingar, (and his very controversial child) is standing at her doorstep.

"Now I'm very glad that I put the doilies back on the table.." She laughed nervously. "Im Mavis Eoghan. My husband o'er there is Bartley Eoghan."

"Allo!" He waved from his desktop. "Top o' the mornin' to ya!" Niall waved back with a smile.

"Ello sir!"

"Please, please, come in!" Mrs. Eoghan waved us over.

"Here's me mum, pa, and twin brudders. Coinneach and Cearnaigh." His twin brothers looked like saints with their matching polo shirts and auburn hairs. They smiled over her direction with their almost toothless grins.