Bryn's POV
During the whole of the dinner, my parents took the liberty of finding everything about Niall. I learned some stuff from it though, which is good, I guess. Like, I learned he has a brother. And, his full name is Niall James Horan.
Wait, potato-James. Niall James. That sneaky bastard. I would call him out on it, BUT HE DOESNT KNOW I KNOW. Its a hard thing to try and bring up. Like, "hey, niall, I know you're Potato, and idk if I'm mad or happy, but yeah." That didn't sound too bad. Did it?
"So, you're on tour a lot, huh?" My dad asked staring Niall down.
"Umm, yeah, we're here to finish recording. Its nice to not have to record in a tiny hotel room again. That place got stinky fast. I almost farted to make the boys acknowledge that it was bad." He said laughing, and I stifled a laugh. Unfortunately, my parents aren't into the kind humor Niall and I are in. My parents are more into lawyer jargon. Neither of them are lawyers...
"Flatulence can be quite smelly, I suppose," my mom spoke up. I busted up laughing after she called it flatulence. My laughing only made Niall laugh harder, and him and I became a red-faced, teary-eyed laughing mess.
"Bryn, would you like to excuse yourself for composure?" My mom asked basically saying "get out because you're being immature and rowty." That summed up my personality exactly. It all worked out!
I excused myself from the table taking Niall with me. I walked him to the backyard with me to a trampoline. Bouncy.
"So, your parents are different from what I expected." He spoke up.
"They can actually be pretty funny. We got new neighbors, snotty ones, and that kind of changed them a bit. They're followers, not a true heart."
"Ed Sheeran, aye?" He asked talking about my song reference.
"I was a fan. Well, still am. Just into other artists right now."
"Likeeee, one direction, maybe?" He asked, winking.
"Sure. Whatever helps you sleep at night." I started jumping which made Niall fall over. "You're bad at jumping."
"I'd be good if you actually let me get up!" He said struggling to get on his feet.
"Lame." I kept jumping higher and higher until I spotted a baskin robbins (a/n: it's an ice cream place if you don't know) a few streets away. "Get up, we're getting ice cream." I hopped off the trampoline and went over to my gate.
"I didn't even get to jump," he pouted, following me.
"Its just a few streets over," I said starting to walk.
"I came with a car, Bryn."
"Well, I need to work off all the candy I ate, so you take the car, I'll be walking."
"Just get in," he said walking over to me. Let's make this fun. I started running down the street which wasn't a good idea after eating. I felt like I was going to throw up. Its worth it tho.
He caught me from behind and threw me over his shoulder. "THIS IS VERY UNSAFE. I COULD FALL, AND RUIN MY BEAUTIFUL FACE. OR MY BUTT COULD HURT."
"How weak do you think I am?" He said carrying me to the car.
"I'm assuming you just lift a microphone for exercise and then eat a lot." Nahhh, I knew he prolly benched like, 1000 pounds.
"I'm offended. I got muscles! Feel them. Right now." He put me down and I squeezed his arm. Oh holy sweet fancy mcdonalds ketchup.
"They feel like gummy bears to me."
"Oh, do they? Because that girl at the gym said I was solid as a rock," he replied. What girl at the gym.
