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Aliyah

"What do you mean your parents are coming here?" I asked Niall.

"I guess I forgot to mention that, but yeah, they will be here in a couple of hours,"

"Oh, god," I said as I started to panic. "I'm guessing you want me to meet them,"

"Of course I do, but only if you want to that is," 

"I definitely want to meet them, I just need to prepare myself to do so," 

"No need to prepare yourself, they will love you. Just be yourself, it's okay," he reassured me.

"Is this how you felt when you met my family?" I asked him.

"Just a tad bit, yeah," 

"I can do this, I'll be fine," I said to myself.

"Mully is flying with them, so he'll finally be back,"

"And he doesn't know?"

"I haven't told him just yet, but I think he knows,"

"How would he know if you haven't told him yet?"

"He must've seen the pictures from two weeks ago when we went for a hike,"

"And what did he say about them?"

"He was glad that we were hanging out again and that's about all he said,"

"He definitely knows," I agreed with him.

"He has some kind of idea, that's for sure,"

"I'm gonna go home and I'll be back in an hour or so, okay?" I said as I made my way to the front door.

"Why are you leaving?"

"I'm gonna take a shower and get ready, I'm still in the clothes I wore to bed,"

"Get ready here," he suggested.

"I don't have clothes,"

"Wear mine, I don't care,"

"You really don't want me to leave do you?"

"Nope," he smiled. "And you look good in my clothes,"

"Ugh, fine," I said as I made my way towards his room.

"I'll make us some lunch while you're in there,"

"You better!" I yelled across the house.

All I heard was him laughing as I shut the bathroom door.

*

I got ready way quicker than I ever have before.

I don't know if I was because there was food waiting in the kitchen or if it was me trying to check off the invisible list I had in my head.

Maybe a bit of both.

I ended up finding a pair of my leggings and one of my favorite shirts of Nialls in his closet to wear.

Ever since we began dating, whenever I would bring clothes over to his house he would make sure that they're in his closet and not set in the guest room.

It still surprises me when I think about us dating.

Not in a way where I'm like oh, we're dating, that's cool.

But in a way where I'm like we're actually dating. He's my boyfriend. He's a real human that I get to call mine.

Every time I think about him, I get a huge grin on my face.

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