His Past's Future *Niam Future Fic*

chapter 4

A/N: Important (not really) questions at the end!!

Chapter 4

Rivera POV:

I got out of my brother's old car and watched the 23 year old as he slowly unbuckled his seat belt. I knew he thought this was stupid, but if he'd met Liam and Niall, he'd agree with me. I skipped up to my Nana's front door and rung the bell, Ray following slowly behind. He brushed his brown hair out of his eyes and put on his best smile, for Nana.

"Hello? Oh, Rivera, Raymond! What are you kids doing here?" Nana Jay asked, smiling.

"We wanted to come for a visit!" I smiled. "And my dad wanted me to look for something for him."

"Oh lovely! And how is your father? Surly he's doing well." She asked, bring us inside the small house. Ray closed the door.

"He's doing great. He makes good money and loves going out on a boat everyday." I told her. She grinned.

"I remember when he was a superstar." She sighed, sitting down in her rocker. Ray eyed me.

My Nana was loosing her memory fast, and she often made up ridiculous theories. Once, she told us a story about my Dad being a famous pop star who sang at the Olympic games in the year 2012. Crazy stuff.

"I was just about to take my nap, kids. Raymond, love, you can order a pizza if you'd like. There's some money in the cookie jar on the table." She explained. he smiled.

"Thank you, Nana! I was hungry." He thanked her, even though I knew he'd just use his own money.

"I'm gonna go get some shut eye!" She called, slowly walking down the hall, toward her new bedroom. She used to live upstairs, but my dad and Aunt Lottie had moved her downstairs last summer; the stairs hurt her back.

Her door softly closed and Ray stood up.

"Now what, Sherlock Holmes?" he asked. 

"Don't sass me, you're not dad." I replied.

"Thank god for that." he laughed, following me into the foyer. We went up the narrow staircase to the second floor. Then, we pulled down the collapsible stairs and climbed into the attic.

"What's the point of this? I mean, what are you looking for?" he asked as we crawled around the space. There was only about five feet of room from the floor to the ceiling, and my older brother was 6'2, so we crawled.

"Just...anything." I replied.

"Oh, that helps." he muttered. I ignored his bitterness and opened a cardboard box marked 'Louis'. Inside, I found a few pairs of red pants and a few white and black striped t-shirts.

"Okay, so my father had no style." Ray concluded. "Are we done now?"

"Oh, go order a pizza or something." I said. "These shirts look like Dad's fishing clothes." 

"Wonderful. So he was a nerd back then too."  

"I don't know why you hate him so much, Ray, but he's our father. He loves you, god damnit! So you can either help me figure out what the hell is going on here or you can back the fuck off!" I screamed. Ray looked taken aback, his green eyes wide.

"Ok...sorry." he mumbled. I pushed the box of forgotten clothes to the side and crawled deeper into the attic.

After searching through a few more boxes, I was ready to give up. We hadn't found anything. Maybe Dad was just weird and not lying at all. Or homophobic. Maybe he didn't like Niall and Liam's lifestyle, although I doubted it. He always taught us to accept everyone.

"Hey Rivera...you might wanna see this." Ray said, calling me over. I crawled across the floor and went over by Ray, to see what he'd found.

There, in his hands, was an old metal lunch box. And on the lid, printed in bright colors? A picture of five young guys, and the words written in white, "One Direction". Two of the guys on the box? Liam and Niall. And one of the others? My father.

A/N: Mini cliffhanger, guys! Sorry this is so short, but I wanted it to end here. What will Rivera think of One Direction? Will Louis be pissed? And what happened between One Direction? Louis and Niall and Liam? Stay tuned :P