Last First Kiss (A Niall Horan Fanfiction)

Ray moves to Ireland suddenly to be with family; family she has never even known. Her whole life is switched around and now everything is different. She has lost one and gained another. What happens when Ray becomes friends with the one and only Niall Horan (it starts out before One Direction is started and continues from there; its better than it sounds!)


3. Chapter 3

"So, did you make new friends?" Mom smiled when I walked inside. "Dont think so," I replied dropping my suit case on the floor. "And why not?" She asked leaning her elbows against the ugly brown counter. We deffinitely needed some redecorating to happen all over this house. "The blonde boy was kinda cute. What was his name?" "Um... Nail or something." "Dont pretend you dont know!" Mom giggled. "Okay Niall. But I dont remember what he said his last name was." I admitted. "Horny." Jesse added in. I scoffed and smacked his arm. "Horan!" "I thought you didnt remember." Stephanie said teasingly. "So, I lied." I shrugged. "Now, shut up. All of you." I grabbed my two suit cases and made my way toward the small staircase that lead to a downstairs. "Oh!" Mom called. "Yeah, Ray, your room is the basement. We can repaint and all that later. Stephanie, Jesse you guys are the two rooms at the end of the hall. Mines by the bathroom." "Thanks, Mom. A step ahead of you already!" I called closing my door. I flicked on the light. The basement wasnt that bad. Purple walls with a white trim, small feathers painted into the wall. The carpet was a rich cream color. Mom had already started decorating from the looks of the feathers. My bed was pushed up against the right hand wall, boxes piled up waiting to be unpacked. I sighed and set off on my big journey.


"Hey, Im hungry!" Stephanie called down the stairs into my almost completed room. "We're going to some place called Nandos for dinner!" I glanced at my phone. "Steph, its like ten at night." "Never too late for...Nandos. Whatever that is!" She laughed at herself before closing my door. I sighed and looked down at myself. I was all dirty now thanks to unpacking. I threw off my jersey and tossed it into a pile of clothes, grabbing up a plain white tshirt and yanked on my favorite purple skinny jeans, along with my pink sweat jacket. I stopped by the bathroom upstairs to run a brush through my blonde hair. I sighed as my green eyes stared back at me. I rolled my eyes and flicked off the light going to the car where my family was waiting. Jesse had his head phones in, head banging slighty to the screaming metal band he was listening to, causing his thick shaggy black hair to whip into his face. His blue eyes met mine with no emotion. He looked away quickly. I took him in. He was in his baggy black parachute pants and a black tshirt with a black choker around his neck. For some reason last year he had dyed his blonde hair and got piercings and became scene. The girls digged it though. I kind of missed his whole football look. He had turned so rotten. Stephanie smiled at me from the front. Her ever love of pink shining through. Pink extensions, pink eyeshadow and lipgloss. And the cute pink dress I got her for her birthday with brown cowboy boots. Our family just clashed so much. Mom looked like a construction worker. Steph was that popular girl. Jesse was the badboy. And I was me. The odd one out. The one stuck between them. I loved dark colors, but I liked looking cute. It was hard. And sometimes I hated that. But for now I would plaster a smile to my face for my family. Help to keep them together.

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