Lucky, unlucky, forget me <3


First off, all the stuff in this fanfic is a characters point of view, not my own, so im not saying i think Niall needs to try harder to fix his teeth, or that none of them have manners, its just the characters first judgement. I dont think any of that, i love them for who they are, and im not a directionATOR, im a directionER, this is simply just a character, and if im honest, it was really hard to say that about them, because its not true!
This is a story about a girl, and Niall, Niall and a girl. Except this girl is no ordinary girl, she is his brother. His unwelcome, unloved, lonley brother. She thinks she's going to be like that forever, until one train ticket to London, and a bump into a stranger on the streets changes everything... Summer, here we come...:D


5. Swap.

I wandered up to my room, dragging my suitcase behind me. I clattered up every stair, but at this moment, i didnt care. I just wanted to scream. I had to ask Niall something, even if it pained me to talk to him myself.

'Niall?' i said, stopping at the top of the stairs. There was a gold plaque with '10' engraved into it in fancy writting.

'Yeah' he smiled softly.

'I was just wondering if you have any family that you miss? I mean, you're always on tour and stuff, don't you miss anyone back home? Or from your family?' i asked, not looking into his eyes, but past them.

'Of corse, i miss my mum and dad and friends back home! Why do you ask?' he replied kindly, fumbling with the key to get it in the lock. Well that was one lie as he only really had me back home, no other friends sadly...

'No reason, don't you have any siblings?' i wanted to know. And i wasnt going to just let him get away with forgetting me. Not after everything i did for him.

'No' he simply said.

'Oh, well did you have a friend in school, someone that helped you through everything and stood up for you everyday?' i questioned.

'I had loads of them, i was really popular at school!' he lied. I decided that would be the best time to shut up. Before i cause anymore trouble.

'Well thanks Niall' i grinned through gritted teeth, setting my suitcase flat on the bed.

'No problem! If you need anything, im just two doors down, bye' his accent was so much different. It was overwhelming.

'Bye' i sighed. I slumped myself down into the soft matress and rested my head on the feathery pillow of the bed. It was so comfy. Deciding i hadn't checked my twitter or facebook for a day, i dived into my pocket and pulled out my clean white iphone. I had no password on it as im a really forgetful person, so simply swiped the lock slider and it clicked. I was too tired to even notice the different background or arrangement of the apps, but i found the Twitter app, and clicked it once, bringing up my whole twitter. Or so i thought. 

My mentions and interactions were full to the brim or random people asking me how i was, how the mew album was going, loads of stuff i hadnt even heard of before!? What the hell!?

I was intrigued by the 20 new dm's i had, so looked through. Wait. This wasnt my twitter. This wasnt wven my phone! This was Nialls! Well i couldn't bother him anymore, so, me and my nosy self, decided to snoop through and look. It wouldnt harm anyone, i wasn't going to send anyone anything. I was just going to look.

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