The one that got away

I'm Niall Horan's SISTER? Then why did he...

[Completed story]


30. My bed

I heard footsteps coming towards me. I sucked in a sharp breath and watched as a curly bop of hair turned the corner and soon would be able to see me.

“Vanessa?” I heard a low husky voice call.

I wiped the tears from my eyes and pushed myself off from the floor. I tiptoed to Niall’s room and slipped through the door. I don’t know what time it was, but it must’ve been late; Niall was peacefully sleeping in his bed, clutching the sheets to his cheek and you could see a tiny spot of drool seeping out of the corner of his mouth.

I walked slowly up to his bed, watching him with every step I took; making sure not even the teensiest sound would dare wake him. I pulled back the covers and sat on the bed. I turned my head to see him and dragged my legs onto the bed and under the sheets. I laid my back facing him, slipping one arm under my pillow and the other on top. I sighed. I took another glance at him and just watched as he slept peacefully. I hadn’t completely wrapped my mind around the fact that he was my brother.  Yet we looked so much alike; the blond hair (ok his isn’t natural but anyways) and both of our blue eyes, our facial aspects just resembled each other in a male and female version. Another sigh. I rolled back over and shut my eyes drifting into a deep sleep…


I opened my eyes to the feeling of someone twirling a strand of my hair around their finger. I blinked a few times before my eyes focused on Niall’s head laid on his pillow; we were facing each other.

“I can’t believe you’re my sister.” He said exasperatedly.

“I can’t believe you’re my brother.” I mocked him.

He laughed.

I frowned playfully.

“And that was an odd way of waking me up.”

He huffed another laugh.

He dropped the strand of hair he was holding onto my pillow, sighing.

“And does you sleeping in my bed have anything to do about what happened earlier on today with Louis?”

I cringed at his name as I buried my face in my pillow and groaned.

“Partially.” I mumbled.

“Does the other half have anything to do with the fact that Harry kissed you?”

My eyes widened.

“He told you about that?!” I whisper-shouted.

He shrugs.

“Vaness… we’re best mates, we don’t exactly keep things like that from each other.”

I sighed.

“What happened afterwards?”

“I knocked his teeth out.” He said seriously.

I laughed covering my mouth. It’s always been a habit of mine; I’ve always been insecure about my laugh and how I look when I do.

He looked at me with the same serious face act.

I rolled my eyes.

I propped myself on my elbows to look over Niall to the alarm clock on his bedside table. 4:20.


“Hmm?” he asked his eyes shut.

“Why did you wake me up at 4:20?”

“Because I woke up to a random girl in my bed.”

I gasped.

“I’m not a random girl!”

He huffed.

I punched his shoulder jokingly.

We both laughed.

“You woke me up from my beauty sleep.” I said gesturing my face.

He grimaced.

“You’re right… you need it.”

My jaw dropped a second time gaining him another hit in the shoulder.

I watched him as he rolled over laughing and finally shut his eyes.

“That’s it? You’re just gonna go back to sleep without saying goodnight or anything?” I said acting offended.

“You never asked if you could come in my bed did you?” He joked.

“What does that have to do with anything?” I frowned.

He shrugged.

“I’m tired.”

“Me too.”


“Finally. Good morning.”

He laughed.

“Wh-what?” He asked between chuckles.

“It’s morning.”

He rolled his eyes.

“I don’t care.”

“Then why did you ask?”

“I don’t know.”

“Ugh. You’re weird.”

“Do you really want me to kick you out of my bed?” He teased.


“Then shut up.”


I laughed rolling my eyes and closing my eyes carefully.


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