Little him *complete*

"Daddy, will I see Niall again?" Ciara asked her father, still looking at the place where the little boy had stood a few seconds ago. "I'm sorry Ciara; I'm afraid you won't see Niall ever again..." She kept repeating this sentence in her head; and even after all those years that went by, Ciara still keeps hoping that her dad was wrong.


6. The call


The concert was coming to an end and I was waiting impatiently backstage for the band to walk out of stage. I wanted to see them; I wanted to see what they looked like. I had asked Patrick if he knew the names of the members: in vain; he only knew how old they were. The moment I looked forward the whole evening finally came; I could hear the crowd applauding and the music had stopped. I would finally see them.

But as I heard people laughing loudly getting closer, my phone rang. I swore loudly before answering; it absolutely wasn’t the right time to be called.

“Ciara, how are you sweetie? How’s London so far?” the voice of my father exclaimed happily in the phone.

“Hi dad! It’s great; I love being here!” I replied. Beside me I could hear the sound of footsteps fading away; I had missed them. It was too late to see them now.

“Patrick called me earlier and told me there was a concert tonight, how was it?”

“It was impressive. I liked it a lot!” I took a deep breath before carrying on, “I have wonderful news too! Guess who I saw?” I heard him sigh.

“I don’t know, Ciara. And I don’t want to try to guess; tell me!”

“Right. I think I saw your grandson and his mother!” I tried to sound thrilled so that he wouldn’t ask too many questions.

“My grandson? But I have none. What are you talking about?”

“I was in the bus and I saw a little boy called Josh Horan with his mum! I’m pretty sure she’s Niall’s wife and he’s his child! It would be wonderful! My brother might even be married!”

“Ciara,” he sighed, sounding rather annoyed. “Why are you still looking for Niall? You know nothing about him anymore! You know you’re wasting your time. If that boy is his, that’s great for him but it would mean that he turned the page and that he found someone. You should look for someone instead of looking for Niall, Ciara.”

“But...Dad...That’s your son you’re talking about!” I yelled, not believing what he had told me.
“I know that! But if I meet him, he would just be a stranger to me. We haven’t seen him for twenty years! Open your eyes Ciara!” he shouted.

“I still want to look for him! I want to know him! Can’t you understand that?”
“Right,” he simply said. “Let’s imagine you’ll meet him. What are you going to do then? Are you going to tell him that you’re his twin and that you’d like to spend time with him so you can get to know each other after all those years?”

“Well, yeah. I think so...” I stuttered. I had to admit that I hadn’t really thought about it yet.
“Do whatever you want, Ciara,” he muttered after a rather tensed silence.

“Dad... Could you make me a favour, please?” I finally asked him, changing subject. I should have asked that before leaving Ireland but I couldn’t do it face to face with dad.

“Of course, sweetie. What do you want?” he replied calmly.

“I need you to find me something.”


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