I'm Sorry
Part two
"We should tell them at your party, their throwing for your eighteenth." Niall suggested as we lay in each others arm on my bed. We were meant to be doing homework, but for some reason it didn't seem appealing.
"That'd be funny."
"Or we could do it in a more private way like at dinner Sunday night."
"That would be fine as well." My eye drifted shut.
"You don't want to tell them, do you?"
"No, I do, it just I don't want it to be a big deal."
"It's going to be a big deal. They've waited years for this. You and me, together at last. Dad and Louis can't wait to actually be related."
"I know." I hadn't used my lip as a way to reveal my worries, but since Niall and I finally told each other how we felt I'd been doing it a lot. And now I was doing it some more.
"What's the matter. You seem a little down." I leaned up from him, staring down into his impossible blue eyes.
"I don't know. I like the way things are. You know like nobody knows about us and it's nice because they all think we're just friends and it's good because we're able to do what ever we want without raising any eyebrows, not that I'm ready to do anything, but it's nice to know they trust us as friends to be alone in my room together, on my bed, alone." I nearly spit out. It had always been hard for me to keep things from Niall. This was no different.
"Sara," His eye brows crinkled in a worried fashion. "I think our parents should know. I mean they have a right to know. And it's not like we always need to be alone." I could tell he wanted to tell our families, and I did to, I guess. Just not as much as him.
"You're right." I gave in, literally and figuratively. I'd fallen back down on his chest which was vibrating from the laughter coming from his mouth. "Let's do it at dinner Sunday night.
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Niall and I were sat next to each other, like usual. It had been almost a tradition for our families to have dinner together every Sunday night. Niall and I sat next to each other, his younger brother across from him, my two younger sister on either side of him and my older brother next to Niall.
The food was served and grace was said. Niall kept glancing at me as if to ask me when we'd do it. Finally I'd had enough. I nodded to him before setting my fork down and wiping the crumbs off my face.
"Mom, Dad, Louis, Eleanor." He started off slow. Our parents looked at us, horror in their eyes. "Very recently, Sara and I we..." I took his hand and held it under the table. I looked to my mom cause I knew she'd be the most understanding of the situation.
"We like each other, all right." I gave a weak smile to all of them. My brother's jaw hung open showing us the bite of chicken he'd half chewed. Niall's younger brother, Jonas had his arms crossed over his chest like he was angry. I'd always suspected he had a crush on me. "We're together, like dating." My smile became more confident as Niall rubbed the top of my hand with his thumb.
I looked to my dad. His eyes filled with tears. Louis Tomlinson was actually crying because his daughter and the son of his best friend are dating. He stood up as Harry stood up. Our dads walked around the table to meet each other. They quietly hugged while our moms screamed with excitement.
"Sara." My mom said in a stern tone. "I don't think he was this happy when we married." I blushed. Niall pulled me into a hug. I didn't know why I hadn't wanted to tell them. I wasn't like I thought they were going to angry. I knew they'd be happy for us.
"Now, Niall." My dad had sat down and stared into Niall's eyes. "You're dating my baby girl we've got to have a talk." His voice had gone deep and I promise you I'd never seen him more serious. It was like I hadn't even known my dad until tonight. There were just so many different side of him I'd never known.
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"Can you believe them?"
"At least they didn't tell you we could do anything except get me pregnant." His head slowly turned to me. "They didn't?" Niall's head moved up and down. "It's like they planned it or something."
"They probably did, 'And when they finally get together we'll be cool parents and tell them they can have sex just no babies'" Niall gave the best impression of his dad he could. I must say it was spot on.
"They're crazy." I giggled in to his chest. We'd been laying on his bed, meant to be doing homework. "I'm tired." Niall tightened his grip around me. I'd closed my eyes falling asleep.
"Niall!" It was his mom waking me from my deep slumber. I eyes popped open as I jumped from his embrace. The door opened after a quick knock.
"Sweetie, is Sara staying for dinner?"
"Yup." He said the enthusiasm pulsing through his tone. She left us alone as I crossed the room to my bag to start the homework I'd supposed to have been doing. "Come back." Niall's bottom lip plumped out.
"We have homework." The folder in my hands fell with my arms down to my side. My head also falling the side.
"I know, but you looked to peaceful."
"But we've got a test in maths tomorrow." His bottom lip went out further. "Fine, but after dinner we really need to study."
"Deal." I went to the bed again, laying back down under Niall's strong arm.
Dinner came about an hour later.
"This is great, as always." Mrs. Styles had always been a great cook. I'd never ever get tired of her cooking. In all honesty, way better then my mom's cooking, or dad's. Niall had mostly come over on nights when we ordered in.
"Well we all know how Eleanor and Louis can be." I laughed.
"You should have seen the things Louis tried to make when we were first living together." I laughed again.
"I can only imagine." More laughter continued.
We finished our food having homemade cupcakes made by Niall's dad for desert.
Back in his room, we had our books out, but there was definitely more kissing and cuddling then studying.
"I should probably go." My book fell from my lap reminding me of my purpose of staying after dinner.
I drove home by myself from the Styles' home for the first time ever. Though my parents tried to keep me grounded they splurged and bought me my first car after I had successfully passed my drivers test the first time. It was a black Range Rover. It was my baby, I'd only had it for two days, but I'd already loved it. His name was Zayn because it was my uncal Zayn that had finally convinced my dad to give me my car.
As I walked up to the house, my phone ringing the familiar song indicating Niall was trying to reach me.
"Did you get home safe?"
"Yup! All safe, just about to go inside." I sat out on the front step my bag in my lap.
"Well just wanted to make sure you're in one piece, also I wanted to say goodnight, sleep tight."
"Night Niall, I love you." Then I'd realized what I just said.
"Love you too Sweetheart." We'd said we loved each other before, but never in the context of a romantic relationship.
It was sweet, I could hear the massive smile on his face like he had been waiting for me to say it. I could also picture him hanging up with me and falling back on his bed the smile remaining and falling asleep just like that.
"I'll see you first block." We hung up. I went up to my room getting ready for bed and doing a bit of studying for the test the next day.
"That'd be funny."
"Or we could do it in a more private way like at dinner Sunday night."
"That would be fine as well." My eye drifted shut.
"You don't want to tell them, do you?"
"No, I do, it just I don't want it to be a big deal."
"It's going to be a big deal. They've waited years for this. You and me, together at last. Dad and Louis can't wait to actually be related."
"I know." I hadn't used my lip as a way to reveal my worries, but since Niall and I finally told each other how we felt I'd been doing it a lot. And now I was doing it some more.
"What's the matter. You seem a little down." I leaned up from him, staring down into his impossible blue eyes.
"I don't know. I like the way things are. You know like nobody knows about us and it's nice because they all think we're just friends and it's good because we're able to do what ever we want without raising any eyebrows, not that I'm ready to do anything, but it's nice to know they trust us as friends to be alone in my room together, on my bed, alone." I nearly spit out. It had always been hard for me to keep things from Niall. This was no different.
"Sara," His eye brows crinkled in a worried fashion. "I think our parents should know. I mean they have a right to know. And it's not like we always need to be alone." I could tell he wanted to tell our families, and I did to, I guess. Just not as much as him.
"You're right." I gave in, literally and figuratively. I'd fallen back down on his chest which was vibrating from the laughter coming from his mouth. "Let's do it at dinner Sunday night.
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Niall and I were sat next to each other, like usual. It had been almost a tradition for our families to have dinner together every Sunday night. Niall and I sat next to each other, his younger brother across from him, my two younger sister on either side of him and my older brother next to Niall.
The food was served and grace was said. Niall kept glancing at me as if to ask me when we'd do it. Finally I'd had enough. I nodded to him before setting my fork down and wiping the crumbs off my face.
"Mom, Dad, Louis, Eleanor." He started off slow. Our parents looked at us, horror in their eyes. "Very recently, Sara and I we..." I took his hand and held it under the table. I looked to my mom cause I knew she'd be the most understanding of the situation.
"We like each other, all right." I gave a weak smile to all of them. My brother's jaw hung open showing us the bite of chicken he'd half chewed. Niall's younger brother, Jonas had his arms crossed over his chest like he was angry. I'd always suspected he had a crush on me. "We're together, like dating." My smile became more confident as Niall rubbed the top of my hand with his thumb.
I looked to my dad. His eyes filled with tears. Louis Tomlinson was actually crying because his daughter and the son of his best friend are dating. He stood up as Harry stood up. Our dads walked around the table to meet each other. They quietly hugged while our moms screamed with excitement.
"Sara." My mom said in a stern tone. "I don't think he was this happy when we married." I blushed. Niall pulled me into a hug. I didn't know why I hadn't wanted to tell them. I wasn't like I thought they were going to angry. I knew they'd be happy for us.
"Now, Niall." My dad had sat down and stared into Niall's eyes. "You're dating my baby girl we've got to have a talk." His voice had gone deep and I promise you I'd never seen him more serious. It was like I hadn't even known my dad until tonight. There were just so many different side of him I'd never known.
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"Can you believe them?"
"At least they didn't tell you we could do anything except get me pregnant." His head slowly turned to me. "They didn't?" Niall's head moved up and down. "It's like they planned it or something."
"They probably did, 'And when they finally get together we'll be cool parents and tell them they can have sex just no babies'" Niall gave the best impression of his dad he could. I must say it was spot on.
"They're crazy." I giggled in to his chest. We'd been laying on his bed, meant to be doing homework. "I'm tired." Niall tightened his grip around me. I'd closed my eyes falling asleep.
"Niall!" It was his mom waking me from my deep slumber. I eyes popped open as I jumped from his embrace. The door opened after a quick knock.
"Sweetie, is Sara staying for dinner?"
"Yup." He said the enthusiasm pulsing through his tone. She left us alone as I crossed the room to my bag to start the homework I'd supposed to have been doing. "Come back." Niall's bottom lip plumped out.
"We have homework." The folder in my hands fell with my arms down to my side. My head also falling the side.
"I know, but you looked to peaceful."
"But we've got a test in maths tomorrow." His bottom lip went out further. "Fine, but after dinner we really need to study."
"Deal." I went to the bed again, laying back down under Niall's strong arm.
Dinner came about an hour later.
"This is great, as always." Mrs. Styles had always been a great cook. I'd never ever get tired of her cooking. In all honesty, way better then my mom's cooking, or dad's. Niall had mostly come over on nights when we ordered in.
"Well we all know how Eleanor and Louis can be." I laughed.
"You should have seen the things Louis tried to make when we were first living together." I laughed again.
"I can only imagine." More laughter continued.
We finished our food having homemade cupcakes made by Niall's dad for desert.
Back in his room, we had our books out, but there was definitely more kissing and cuddling then studying.
"I should probably go." My book fell from my lap reminding me of my purpose of staying after dinner.
I drove home by myself from the Styles' home for the first time ever. Though my parents tried to keep me grounded they splurged and bought me my first car after I had successfully passed my drivers test the first time. It was a black Range Rover. It was my baby, I'd only had it for two days, but I'd already loved it. His name was Zayn because it was my uncal Zayn that had finally convinced my dad to give me my car.
As I walked up to the house, my phone ringing the familiar song indicating Niall was trying to reach me.
"Did you get home safe?"
"Yup! All safe, just about to go inside." I sat out on the front step my bag in my lap.
"Well just wanted to make sure you're in one piece, also I wanted to say goodnight, sleep tight."
"Night Niall, I love you." Then I'd realized what I just said.
"Love you too Sweetheart." We'd said we loved each other before, but never in the context of a romantic relationship.
It was sweet, I could hear the massive smile on his face like he had been waiting for me to say it. I could also picture him hanging up with me and falling back on his bed the smile remaining and falling asleep just like that.
"I'll see you first block." We hung up. I went up to my room getting ready for bed and doing a bit of studying for the test the next day.
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