"Alright, so I'm just going to say this."
It's been one week, school is over, and somehow Janice still likes to talk on the phone with me. I thought that she would eventually get sick of being around me, but we found each other's company nice.
I had to remember to thank Uncle Niall.
"What's it like?"
"What's what like?"
"Being the daughter of Harry Styles? Being loved by all the guys?"
"I'm sorry, but I really like them. And don't get me wrong, that's not why I agreed to be your friend. I was just wondering what they're like."
I could already hear her getting all worked up and could imagine her nervously pushing her glasses back onto her face.
"They're just normal guys." I say with a smile, "They're my family."
"That must be so nice."
I lay on my bed and could already smell dinner being cooked. That was most definitely not Uncle Niall's cooking.
"Ems there's someone waiting down here for ya!" Uncle Niall screams from the bottom of the stairs.
"I have to go Janice."
"Alright. Do you want to hang out tomorrow? My mum says you can come over..."
"I would love to. Just let me ask my Uncle first."
"Okay, bye Emma."
I hang the phone back on the hook and smile at the old fashioned phone my Uncle Niall gave me last year, before he left.
As I make my way down the stairs I hear three loud booming voices and race down the remaining steps.
He picks me up from the ground and laughs in my ear. His beard thicker than before and scratching my cheek.
My dad always told me that even though Uncle Zayn was the coldest looking one of the band, he was actually the opposite. And I knew that was true from the way his eyes would light up when he saw me.
"Emma, you haven't starved yet!" He says hugging me tightly.
"Ay! I'm taking bloody good care of her." Niall says while he stirs the pot upon the stove.
"Where's Uncle Lou?"
"Where do you think darling?"
I turn towards the pantry and sure enough there he was, struggling to reach for the sauce on the very top shelf.
"Ems, how have you been?"
I wrap my arms around him and smile, "I've been good. How's Auntie El?"
"Ah, she was much too tired to come today. She promised next time."
"I'm making your favorite."
Uncle Niall comes over and pokes me gently, "Would you like me to not cook anymore? Because you know I could just stop feeding you if my food is so terrible."
"I was joking."
Uncle Louis looks at the jar on top of the cabinet and laughs, "That thing is really full. You're going to make Niall broke."
"Technically, he's making himself broke." Liam says from the kitchen table.
"Alright, everyone sit down. It's time to eat!" Uncle Louis announces as he makes his way back to the stove. "We must nourish our little Emma!"
After finishing their final tour all of my Uncles either got married or engaged. Uncle Lou and Auntie El got married before mum and dad, Uncle Zayn and Auntie Perrie hag gotten married a while back, and Uncle Liam and Auntie Sophia had gotten engaged last year. She tells me they're taking it a bit slow.
But my Uncle Niall it seems hadn't even thought of marriage. He didn't have a girlfriend, or a girl in his life, to be quite honest. He only had us. Other than his real family, he only had us. And I still don't know how to feel about that.
Realistically I know one day he's going to leave, he's going to have his own kids and I'll have another aunt. But...I don't want him to go.
In the morning I make my way to the kitchen, where I already knew Uncle Niall would be perched on the stool by the counter having a cuppa.
I watch as he reads through a novel dad had left lying around.
"Thank you for bringing my uncles over yesterday."
"Technically, they invited themselves over." He says with a smile.
He looks up and his blue eyes pierce mine, "What's wrong?"
"I just...Can I go over to my friend Janice's house today?"
"You have a friend?"
I nod as he chuckles.
"You have a real bloody friend? Of course you can go! That's fucking great!"
His smile fades as he sees me point to the swear jar.
"Ems, do you really want to go?"
"Then I suggest you don't make me empty my wallet into the swear jar today."
Janice's house was a small place not too far from mine. It had a lot of flowers in the front. It looked like the house of a normal family, no bodyguards or large iron fences in the front.
I really liked it.
As Uncle Niall dropped me off, he simply smiled and tilted my head towards his.
"Go get 'em Em."
He kissed my forehead and for some reason it made me incredibly happy today.
As soon as I got out of the car, the front door opened and there stood an excited Janice.
"Emma!" she waved as she stood on her doorstep.
Her house was cool and it felt nice after being outside in the weirdly hot summer we were already having.
"Hello, you must be Emma."
A woman with brown hair, and a big smile extended her small hand towards me. I smiled as I took it.
"I'm Janice's mum."
"It's nice to meet you."
"If you girls need anything, I'll be out back in the garden."
She grabbed a pair of gardening gloves before heading out the back door. Leaving me in Janice in the nicely decorated living room.
"Was that Niall that dropped you off?"
Janice smiled crazily as she brought over a tray with snacks, handing me a glass and a plate.
"He's my favorite."
I almost drop my glass and manage to respond, "Pardon?"
"Niall. He's my favorite. He's so fit."
My eyes widen as she sits next to me.
"Janice could we maybe not..."
"I mean, your dad is pretty cute too..."
"But Niall, he's just...perfect."
Janice turns to look at me, shocked.
"Are you angry?"
Why was I getting angry? I had heard that so many times before. But usually about my dad, never about Uncle Niall.
"Um, no, I'm sorry."
"It's alright...you don't..."
"I don't what?"
Janice pushes up her glasses and looks at me seriously.
"You don't fancy any of your uncles do you?"
"They're all fit Emma, no one would blame you."
"Janice, that's...No. I don't."
Why would she ask me that? How could I ever?
"It's alright, let's just...maybe talk about something else."
"Okay. Um, when are your parents coming back?"
"In a few days."
"Oh, that's good."
Janice goes on to talk about some other things and I listen, but for some reason my mind kept going back to what she had asked before.