Scarlett, Scarlett, Scarlett.

My breathing slowed, my ears beginning to pound. Oh my god. Was this some sort of joke? Scarlett’s existence was nothing to joke about.

Oh my god.

I couldn’t even explain what I was feeling. Hope, sorrow, and anger all mixed together was a feeling that could drive you nuts. I set the scrapbook down and looked down at Scarlett’s familiar handwriting. This was definitely written by her. But how had she written it in my scrapbook if she had “died” almost ten years ago?

I was confused.

Niall let out a loud laugh from one of his texting sessions, snapping me out of my thoughts.

“What’s so I funny?” I questioned, sitting up straighter on the bed.

“Louis was just insulting his mum,” Niall grinned, setting his phone down. He stared at my face for a second, frowning.

“You look a bit pale,” he told me. “Are you alright?”

“Fine,” I assured, feeling my ears burn. Niall raised an eyebrow at me. I knew that he knew that I was lying. He walked over to me, arms crossed over his chest.

“You sure about that, princess?” he whispered seductively, sitting down on the bed.

“Yup,” I nodded, my eyes flickering down to his fingers. Oh god no. He was going to tickle the shit out of me.

“You have five seconds to tell me what wrong, babe,” he growled playfully wiggling his fingers.

“I was just looking at the scrapbook and it reminds me of how much Scarlett and I had and I can’t believe that she’s really gone and I really wish she was still here and part of my life because we had such a strong relationship until my mom let and then everything went haywire and I wish that Jace was still around to help me make cookies with Scar and that my mom didn’t get killed right in front of me and that my dad was a normal loving dad who didn’t try to kill me. I want my kids back too. I miss them so much and I really – “

“Shut up,” Niall laughed, connecting our lips in one swift movement. He did that a lot – shut me up by kissing me. I guess he found it a good way to shut me up, while making me happy. His hands trailed down my body, and he pushed me back onto the bed, climbing on top of me.

Next thing I knew, Niall was, of course, tickling the shit out of me.

How could I be so stupid?

Niall tickled me until I was coughing and gasping for air like a dying fish. And then he kind o fjust sat back and laughed at me.

“I fucking hate you,” I coughed, kicking his shoulder. He remained unharmed.

“Love you too, babe,” he winked, puckering his perfect pink lips. I seriously was considering slapping his right now.

“Oh, by the way, we’re going to Disneyland tomorrow.” He grinned, catching me off guard.

“Wait what?” I asked, sitting up straighter. He never mentioned Disneyland .You can’t just take your spouse to a different country and not mention going to Disneyland.

“Yeah, and there’s an even bigger surprise coming right about….” He looked down at his watch and counted a few seconds. There was a knock on the door. “Now.”

I narrowed my eyes at him before walking heading to the door and opening it.

“Hi, mama!” Nicolette yelled. Nate grinned beside her.

“Oh my gosh!” I squealed, squatting down and taking then into my arms. “Hey you two!”

Nicolette kissed my cheek for a good five seconds while Nate nearly strangled me by hugging me extra tight. I love you, Niall.

“Daddy!” Nicolette shouted, running past me and jumping into Niall’s arms. He picked her up and rested her against his hip.

“Hey princess.”

I laughed and turned back around to Nate and noticed him giving Colette a glare.

“Hey now, what’s going on between you two?” I frowned, picking him up.

“Nicolette took my crayons,” he spat, pointing a finger at her accusingly. “I’m not talking to her.”

“Nicolette, did you ask Nate before you took his crayons?” Niall asked sternly, setting her on the bed. She blushed and shook her head.

“Nope.”

“Okay. No ice cream for a week.” Niall told her. Her eyes went wide and tears instantly reached the rim of her eyes.

“No daddy, please.” She begged. “I want ice cream.”

“Ha on you.” Nate stuck his tongue out at her before taking a seat on the floor.

Be nice, Nate.” I scolded, giving him a warning look. He looked down and began picking at the carpet.

“Okay, I’ve got a challenge,” Niall informed Nicolette. “If you can be nice to Nate for today, have can have ice cream tomorrow.”

“But I want it today.” Nicolette whined, kicking the floor.

“Nicolette, no hissy fit.” I warned. She stuck her tongue out at me and fell back onto the bed.

Only an hour later, Nate and Colette had passed out. I guess they were exhausted from the plane ride. Niall and I sat on the floor playing Would You Rather on his phone.

“Would you rather go back in time and meet your ancestors, or go into the future and meet your grandchildren?” the phone screen read.

“Future,” Niall said at the same time I said “Past.”

We looked at each other and laughed.

“Then again, I cannot stand the idea of anyone having babies with my children.” Niall frowned, glancing over at our sleeping children.

“I wish they would stay with us forever,” I sighed, sliding my finger over the screen for the next question.

“Would you rather watch three horrible movies with the person you love, or watch three amazing movie with the person you hate?”

“I think I’d watch three horrible movies with the person I love,” Niall answered first. I nodded in agreement.

“Then the person I love could just distract me,” I smirked. Niall rolled his eyes and went to the next question.

“Would you rather have free Starbucks for a year, or free club entrance for a year?”

“Club entrance.” Niall grinned, while I wrinkled up my nose.

“Starbucks.” I argued.

“But I’d only go clubbing if you came with me.”

“Which is why you shouldn’t take free club entrance because I wouldn’t come.”

“Even if I made you?” Niall smirked.

“Nope.”

Niall laughed and swiped his finger over the phone screen.

“Would you rather get a piercing or a tattoo?”

“A piercing.” I said after a bit of thinking.

“Really?” Niall asked. “Where?”

“Maybe on my belly button?”

Niall looked a little surprised. “I remember you thought piercings were disgusting.” He laughed.

“Yeah, but I guess they aren’t that bad.”

“Well, I’m thinking about a tattoo, speaking of.”

“Really?”

Niall nodded, winking at me before sliding to the next question.

“Would you rather be the richest person on the planet, or be immortal?”

“Immortal!” Niall and I shouted together. We shut up when Nate shifted on the bed.

“Would you rather have no one show up to your wedding or your funeral?”

“Probably my funeral,” Niall snorted, “because then I’d already be dead.”

I cringed at the thought of Niall being dead. Suddenly I remembered the treacherous day when he had rescued me from my father, risking his life for me. To think that I could have cost him his life held guilt in me to this day.

“Would you rather be the smartest person in the world, or the hottest person in the world?”

“Smartest,” I answered, while Niall answered, “Hottest.”

I raised my eyebrows at him. “You already are the hottest person in the world.” I joked, resting my elbows on my knees, and my chin in my hands. Niall smiled, leaning in to peck my lips.

“No, that would be you.”

I blushed and slid to the next question.

“Would you rather be your first time with a virgin, or a slut who knows what she’s doing?”

It got a little awkward, because I was pretty much a virgin with Niall, but I was pretty sure he wasn’t with me.

“Well,” Niall smiled gently, “Your first time was with me, and I don’t think it could’ve been any better.”

Once again, I blushed. “Yeah.”

“So virgin,” Niall concluded, smiling at me. God he’s so damn cute.

“Would you rather have a daughter who’s addicted to drugs or have a daughter who is anorexic?”

On cue, the both of us glanced at Nicolette with worried expressions.

“Can we just skip that question?” I asked, a burning feeling in my throat. I didn’t want to think about it.

“I was just thinking that same thing,” Niall nodded, going to the next question.

“Would you rather always be underdressed or overdressed?”

“Well, the thing with being underdressed is that you probably would feel comfortable in the clothes, right?” I pointed out. Niall nodded.

“And imagine if you walked into Burger King in a suit and tie. You’d get all these looks.” Niall laughed along.

“So I’d say underdressed.” I said. Niall agreed. He slid to the next question.

“Would you rather have a rewind button on your life or a pause button?”

“Rewind,” Niall said quietly, looking away from me.

“Why?” I asked, sensing another touchy topic.

“Because I’ve fucked up a few times with you, and there are so many times where I should’ve have been there for you, when I wasn’t, and I’d go back a million years to fix those moments.” He answered shyly. My mouth twisted into a smile.

“Would you rather be just friends with the person you’re in love with, or have the person almost dying right before your eyes?”

“At one point in my life, I’ve had both,” Niall sighed, looking at me again.

This was such a deep game.

Too deep for Aria Lubianco.

“Let’s watch a movie,” I suggested, standing up. He shrugged and pulled out his Ipad from his suitcase.

I flipped through the movies on Netflix until I found the perfect one.

The Vow.

The only movie where Niall cries.

This is gonna be good.

Notes

ahahha aria is so evil. there wasn't much point to this story but i think you all can guess what the next chapter is about.....

DISNEYLAND.

Okay I'm kind of sad because I haven't been getting any comments for the last 20 days or so? I really like comments, and I don't have many votes or subscribers either. Come on guys! Where were the supportive readers I had for Little Steps? I miss them! :(

Also, I have a new Niall Horan fanfiction called "Our Place." I think It's got a really good plot.... :)