Mid-July

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Author's note: Sorry for the short chapters guys! I promise they'll get longer soon.

                                                    Natalie's POV

             Niall's been here for a couple weeks, but that means he only has a couple left before he has to leave. I don't want him to go. Then I heard Niall before I saw him. He was in the kitchen. i got out of bed and walked in to talk to him.

                                           "Good morning lass."

                                           "Morning Niall."

                                           "Hungry?"

                                            "Of course I am! Silly goose."

                                           "Whatcha want to eat?"

                                           "Cinnamon Toast Crunch."

                                           "Good. That's what I had out."

                                           "I didn't know you liked Cinnamon Toast Crunch."

                                           "Who doesn't?"

                                           "Idiots? People without taste buds?"

                  He just laughed at my comment and made me a bowl of cereal. We went back into my room and turned o the TV.

                                         "Watch whatever you want." I told him.

                                         "Spongebob?" He laughed.

                                         "Sounds good to me."

                We sat there; ate our breakfast; talked; and watched TV for a couple hours.

                                       "Nat, can we go on a walk?"

                                      "Sure. I kind of wanted to talk to you."

               The two of us got dressed and went on a walk around town.

                                                           Niall's POV

                    We've been walking for about five minutes now. I figured I'd better ask Natalie what she wanted to talk to me about. Hopefully nothing bad.....

                                     "Nat, what did you want to talk to me about?"

                    She must've seen the worry in my eyes, because she said this:

                                     "Nothing bad. Well, at least it shouldn't be bad."

                                    "What is it?"

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