Portugal or Ireland?

Actually there to study, Julia finds the love of her life in London. Mister Niall Horan, member of One Direction, one of the most famous boy-groups in the whole world!

But will the fans accept her? Will her mother accept her boyfriend?
What will it be?

Portugal.... Or Ireland?


2. Meet my friends


I woke up early in the morning and went to Starbucks. I got a message from Niall. «Meet me at the Piccadilly Circus at 1 pm. XX, Niall» So I went to the Piccadilly Circus where Niall waited for me with his guitar. »What’s up Niall?« I asked him after we hugged. »I want to introduce ya to my friends.« He said and smiled. »Ready to meet my friends?« I nodded but I wasn’t ready at all.

  We met them at Madame Tussaud’s. Four other boys and three girls waited for us at the entrance. »Julie, these are Harry, Louis, Liam and Zayn and Eleanor, Danielle and Perrie. Guys this’s Julie.« We hugged and Eleanor, Louis’ girlfriend warned me the guys would be crazy.

  »How’s life in London?« I asked while we sat on the grass in Regent’s Park. Niall sat close to me and played on his guitar. »Rainy.« Liam said and we all had to laugh. »But nice. You see a lot of different people. It’s pretty good here!« Niall reached for the Pringles tube and Harry wanted some crisps too, but Niall screamed »Mine!« and put some in his mouth. »May I have some, Niall?« I asked him and noticed the signals the others gave me. »Of course. Here.« Niall helt the tube in my direction. I took some and started eating. The girls and boys looked like they were very shocked. But then Louis winked at Zayn, Zayn smiled cheekily at Liam and Liam poked Harry. A bit strange, I thought.

  We talked about our lifes and hobbies. Niall showed how to play the guitar, but he gave up after we knew that I’m totally not a guitar player. And while we sat there, girls came and asked for autographes and pictures. They screamed when the guys accepted.
Sunsettrip without screaming girls. Just the boys and their girlfriends, Niall and I. »Did you enjoy it?« Niall asked while we ate some cake. I nodded and shivered. It was cold and my jacket wasn’t warm enough, »Come closer to me.« Niall said and opened his arms to hold me close while we sat on the deck of a ship. I sat on his lap, lay my head down on his shoulders and moaned softly as his warm hand stroked my back. »Why do you study arts? What did your parents say about your decision?« Niall reached for a glass of water.

  »When I was 13 years old, my mum left Germany and I lived with my dad. I wasn’t ready for Portugal and was a Punk. And well, until my 14th birthday I became ‘normal’ again. I wore more skirts and dresses, looked a bit girly, cut my hair and wrote good marks. My best subjects were RE, English and Arts. My dad didn’t accept my decision, although he loved to draw and this stuff. He was a realist. I should think about my future and I wouldn’t get money when I become an artist, he said. My mum was different. When I lived in Portugal, my mum talked about the future, like I had a clue. But yes, I knew what I wanted. I told her I want to live in Great-Britain or Ireland, become an artist or designer, drive a Mini Cooper and marry a British. Very naive, right?«
Niall shrugged his shoulders. »I think you’re not naive. Now you live in England. You should follow your dreams. I did it too.«
Which dreams? He’s just asking me about myself, but I don’t know anything about him. »Niall« I whispered, he took my hand, played with my fingers. »What, love?« He also whispered and kept stroking my back. »I feel embarrassed.«

  »Why, love?« I didn’t know why we were whispering, but I loved this moment. »Because I just know you’re Irish.« Niall stroked my hair lightly. »Then let’s talk about me. I’m 18 years old, have an older brother and I’m a singer.« »Singer?« I asked loudly. Niall giggled. »Yeah, love. Didn’t ya wonder why the girls wanted pictures and autographes?« »I wondered why.« We started to whisper again. Niall laughed. I loved the way he laughed. How he closed his eyes and showed his teeth. »Well, yeah. I’m in a boy band called One Direction. The other boys belong to One Direction too.« It was embarrassing that I didn’t know him. He was still stroking my hair.

  Time ran, clock stroke nine and the others wanted to go. Niall brought me to the hotel again. »Thanks for everything, Niall.« I hugged him and gave him a kiss on the cheek. He blushed.  I turned to my door and opened it. But then, Niall took my hand and pulled me back. »Do ya have time tomorrow?« He said quietly and looked me in the eyes. »I mean, you have to see more places here in London, and...« He stumbled and I faced the floor. »I’m so sorry, but I have to find a flat and a work.« I answered. Niall put some of his fingers under my chin and moved my head up, so I could see him in his beautiful blue eyes. His head slowly moved forward, I closed my eyes, wanted to kiss him so badly, but then, suddenly, my phone rang. »Maybe nex- On Tuesday?« Niall asked and blushed again. I nodded, answered the phone and went to my room.

  »Mum, I fell in love with an Irish.« Were my first words after my mum said hello. »What?!« »Well...» I knew my mum didn’t like those news. »I’ve always said I’d fall in love with a British or Irish instead of a Portuguese! I’ve always said that, mum!« We screamed at eachother. »Julia! You are in London to study! Not to fall in love with some arroga-« »We’ve almost kissed, but then you called.« »Oh, what a luck!« My mum screamed and my 11 years old brother laughed in the background. »Let her do whatever she wants, mum! It’s your fault that you let her study in her favourite country!« My younger brother yelled. I let me fall on the bed and looked outside of the window. »Okay, and what’s with your home? And your work?« I rolled my eyes. »Mum, I’m here since yesterday. Niall wanted to show me the city tomorrow, but I’m going to search for work and a flat. Pinky-promise.«
»Niall? The Irish?« I was frustrated, I could here my brother laughing. »Yes, mum. His name is Niall. Okay, I’ll call you tomorrow. I love you. Bye.« I hang up fast, I didn’t want to tell more about him.

  Before I went to bed, I checked me mails. New stuff in Lefties, mails from my friends... I was too tired  to read them, so I went to bed.

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