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.


3. Josh


“Mummy, look at the man’s hat!” the little boy called Josh exclaimed, leaned against the window and his finger pointing out a man standing on the sidewalk. His mother looked at him and giggled, “It’s a funny one! But it’s not good to point out people,” she told him with a more serious voice. He nodded, a guilty look on his face, before staring outside again.

It must have been fifteen minutes since the so-called Horan were sitting in front of me and I couldn’t stop staring at them. The little boy was looking so much like Niall; it almost was creepy. Each and every of his expression reminded me of my brother. But could he really be his child? After all Horan was a common name, wasn’t it? But with that boy looking exactly like him and called Horan; I wasn’t really sure it was a mere coincidence.

I kept on listening to their conversation though I knew it wasn’t very polite but I wanted to hear them talk about the boy’s father. But they didn’t and it soon was time for me to get out of the bus. I walked downstairs and waited in front of the door for the bus to stop. The door finally opened and I rushed outside. I looked around me, looking for the street’s name, when I heard the little boy’s voice behind me.

“Mummy! I want to go there!” he yelled, pointing out a shop.

“Josh...” she sighed, “Don’t point things out!”

“But you said I shouldn’t point out people, not things!” He stared at her surprised.

“Well, don’t do this to any of them, ok?” She smiled weakly and he nodded. She took his hand in hers and they started to walk away. I couldn’t tell you why but I decided to follow them for a short while. I needed to follow them though I knew that Niall wouldn’t show up at the corner of the street.

Five long minutes later, they walked toward the entrance of a shop and I decided to stop following them; it was useless. But as I started to walk away, the phone of the mother rang and she answered almost straight away,

“Hey Ni!” And they disappeared in the shop. I froze, still looking at where they had stood a short while ago.

Ni? Like Niall?

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