Click Clack

I sat up and looked at the door. Nothing, zero.

Click

I got up and checked my closet. Where is the source of this strange noise?

Click Clack

I turned my head, seeing motion in the corner of my eye. Outside the window was a cute boy in a button up shirt. He sat in the twisted oak tree outside my window. I sat in a trance until he sent another stone flying. It bounced off the window making another 'clack'. He motioned for me to open the window.

"Sorry, I think you have the wrong place." I said loudly so he could hear me through the glass.

He shook his head and shot me a cute grin. He looked at the latch on the window once again and moved his head from the latch to me repeatedly. I shook my head at him and laughed. The dude gave me a look that said 'Pretty Please?" in a cute little way.

I sighed and opened the window. It was like..the cool wave of an ocean when I met eyes with the mysterious kid. His voice was nothing but adorable "Hello there." Irish, definitly irish.

"Hi, may I ask who you are?" I asked in the most friendly way possible.

"Niall, Niall Horan." He shook my hand and stuck one leeg in my room "May I?"

"Of course," I motioned to the room and let Niall climb in "So, do I know you?"

Niall leaned against the wall and began to explain "Well, the Andersons...are a family friends. Me and my lads visited a lot, before we moved in last night, and I always watched you." He smiled warmly "You are very pretty."

"Thank you, this is all very flattering." I felt honestly, a bit flustered. I felt my cheeks turn red when I caught his steady gaze.

"So, do you want to hang out with th lads and I today? We rented out an amuesment park, and I'd love for you to come." he added.

I took a second to think before I answered "Who can argue with enthusiasm like that?"

"Yay!" He clapped his hands excitedly "Let's go!"

Niall grabbed my arm and attempted to drag me out the window "Niall! Stop!" I giggled "I have to tell my dad where I'm going...and change out of my pajamas. Besides, it is my dad's birthday."

"Okay, okay. I'll be waiting." He sighed.

I slipped on a cute outfit i the bathroom, so Niall did'nt see me change. "Dad?" I called out as I went into the kitchen.

"He went to work. Could I pass on a message?" Paisley was eating cereal in a paticularly good mood.

"Tell him I'm going out with a friend." I nodded and left quickly. As I approached the window I realized how high we werre. I gulped.

"Is something wrong?" Niall studied my face.

"It's just- we're so high.." My voice trailed off, but Niall reached out and grabbed me bridal style.

"Just close your eyes- trust me." He smiled at me.

I know I just met the guy and all, but something about Niall was...well, comforting. I squeezed my eyes shut and felt wind hit my body softly. "We're almost to the bottom." Niall announced. I felt us swing and hit the ground with a shudder. "Okay. Your'e good."

I climbed out of his arms and touched my feet to the green grass with morning dew. The ember blades tickled my feet, since I was wearing flats.

"C'mon!" Niall wrapped his arm through mine and led me to the Anderson's old house. Aparently Niall and some friends moved in here. Huh. We opened the door and walked in to find a group of boys on a couch....and my sister.

"Paisley?" I smiled but gasped. Her brown hair was draped over the shoulders of a cute boy. He had curly mop of hair and a sweet, but cheeky smile.

"Lucy! This is Harry," She motioned to the curly haired boy and smiled, adding "We're dating."

"Hello Harry, I'm here with Niall." I smiled at the 4 boys and 4 girls. "So your all couples?"

"Yeah, hopefully you'll join us, you seem very fun." I blonde haired girl joined our conversation.

"I'd like that." I looked around at the crowd of teenagers. The're faces screamed fun. :)

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I have 4 brothers, and they wouldnt this well behaved as the boys in my story. They wouldnt be hanging out on the couch. hey'd be farting on eachother. Their names are Howey, Wesley, Rory, and Colby. Lol, they're ALL older then me. Figures.