"Now Mother," I said sternly at the kitchen table, "You know I love you and respect you, right?"
"Of course, why are you telling me?" she asked, sort of concerned before she deadpanned. "What do you want?"
"I want to meet your boyfriend's kids," I told her. She started talking, but I finished my thought. "You've been dating or engaged for the past year and a half and you're wedding is soon. You've asked me how I feel about all this and I honestly won't be able to tell you until I meet the both kids that he's raised. Hell, I haven't even seen a photo of Niall and I've met Greg once for like an hour at a picnic where I barely spoke to the guy. I think it's time I meet this 'Niall' fellow."
My mom signed before answering. "I think it is too. I was hoping to talk to you about this soon, but I guess now is good. You know that Bobby wanted to wait till the wedding next month-."
"Which I think is stupid," I said, cutting her off. "What if I meet him at the and absolutely hate him? I'm not going to be able to act like I don't think that he's a douche or an ass or a complete tool and be able to smile happily for the cameras."
"Which is why I'm going to arrange for you to meet him tomorrow," she said and I smiled. "Is that good?"
"Yeah, that'd be perfect."
We finished our dinner and I helped Mom clean up before I headed to my room to get ready for bed.
As I brushed my teeth, I thought about all the things that I knew about my future step brothers.
I've met Greg, who's 28 and married with a child. He was really nice, funny and not to mention quiet adorable. I asked about his brother Niall, but he didn't really say anything clear, which makes me think that 'Niall' is the black sheep of the family.
I know that Niall is 22, so he's pretty close to my age, and that he has brown hair. I know nothing more and nothing less, which I think it sort of sketchy.
I opened up my things of meds, popping the correct amount of each into my hand before swallowing them down with a mouthful of water.
I pulled my hair into a bun before crawling into my bed and lying under the covers. I looked at the picture of Brett that was seated on my nightstand and smiled. Then I closed my eyes so that his beautiful face would be the last thing I saw before I fell asleep.
I woke up to someone poking me.
"Five more minutes, Mom," I mumbled and rolled over.
"Not your mum," an unfamiliar voice replied. It was male and had an Irish accent. Do I know any Irish people other than Bobby and Greg? Nope.
I sat straight up and stared at the boy in front of me. Before I could say something, anything, Niall kept talking.
"The lads and I were planning on doing this whole kidnapping scheme but we figured that it would freak you out, so we just decided to wake you up instead. They thought it would be best if it was just me because if it was the five of us, it might've been to overwhelming for you."
I stared blankly at the famous blonde boy in front of me, unsure of what to say or what to do.
"I'm Niall by the way, Niall Horan," the boy on my bed said with a smile plastered on his face.
"Yeah, I know that," I said after a moment, once the shock started wearing off. "What are you doing here, on my bed?"
"I'm your new step brother," he said as if it explained it all.
My eyes widened in shock. What had he just said? My step brother? I tried to form a complete sentence but I'm pretty sure something intelligent like, "Ummm...ugggg... whaaa...Really?" came out of my mouth, causing Niall to laugh, which caused me to blush.
"Yes, really," he chuckled out and my blush deepened. "And don't worry, the shock of having an incredibly attractive Irishmen as you step brother will ware off soon enough."
"I never said you were attractive," I muttered without thinking, causing Niall to let out another bark of laughter.
"You might not have said it but," he pointed at my wall, the one that happened to have a picture of One Direction on it, "I know that you were thinking it."
Somehow, someway, my blushed once again deepened.
"Would you believe me if I said that it was a present?" I asked as I buried my face in my hands.
Niall started laughing again and I could tell that he was shaking his head even though I couldn't see him.
When I looked up, Niall's face was bright red and once my face was out of my hands, he seemed to loose his balance on the bed and he fell to the floor, which caused me to let out a laugh too.
We spent the next few minutes just laughing at each other; Niall was literally crying.
I knew that it wasn't even that funny, but the fact that Niall fell onto the floor and the fact that I started laughing too made it go on and on.
The thing that made us stop was my mom walking into the room looking worried. She was wearing her housecoat with her arms crosses, her hair was messy, looking like she just woke up and she had her glasses on.
"Are you two okay? I heard what I thought was crying so I came to check up on you," she said and Niall, who was still on the floor, turned to face her.
"Yeah, Ms. Julie, we're fine," he said and our laugher died down into chuckles.
"Wait," I said once I could contain myself, "you knew, didn't you? You knew who Niall was?! You let me have a poster of him on my wall?!"
Mom nodded, looking kind of guilty. "Yeah, I just didn't know how to tell you." Before I could accuse my mom of anything else, she started talking again, looking at her watch. "Now, it's eight A.M., so, Britt, why don't you go get ready for the day and Niall, help me make breakfast."
Niall did as Mom said and headed out of my room, giving me a little wave as he turned down the hallway. Mom hovered in the door for a moment giving me a look that said 'I'm sorry.'
"Sorry to spring this on you," she said and I just smiled and shook my head.
"Don't worry Mom, it was a pleasant surprise."
As Niall and Mom made breakfast I jumped in the shower and got ready.
I spent the next thirty minutes mentally preparing myself to see one of my idols once again. I gave myself a pat on the back for keeping my cool earlier, because I think that I did pretty well for being surprised.
As I was putting on my makeup, I heard Niall yell, "Breakfast is ready."
I walked into the kitchen and joined Mom and Niall at the kitchen table, filling my plate up with blueberry pancakes and some strawberries.
"How was your shower?" Mom asked as I took a bite of my pancakes.
"Warm," I said when I swallowed. "These are really good," I said and Niall smiled proudly.
"Niall did most of the work," Mom said and I turned to face the famous Irishmen.
"Good job," I told him and his smile grew, "But you might have made a little to much," I gestured towards the two full plates of pancakes.
"All this is for me, you're lucky I'm sharing," he chuckled.
"How could you eat all this?"
"I'm a growing boy, I need my food," he countered.
"You're 22, you're grown," I responded.
Let me know what you think of the first chapter!