**Sooooooo a long time ago I wrote a series about the Horan twins and it seemed to go over very well :) Since then, I've received messages and stuff asking for more with the Horan twins, so because I love you (and the Horan twins *cough cough*), HERE WE GO AGAIN WITH NIALL AND JAMES HORAN!!! Enjoy!**
You giggled as the blue-eyed boy crawled onto the bed, gently pushing you onto your back. "You're so pretty," He commented, his body hovering over yours. You smiled and reached up to touch his hair. It wasn't combed up like usual, but rather lie in flat strands along his forehead. You loved him either way. He smiled and dipped his head, nuzzling his nose into your neck. Pausing, he whispered into your skin, "Niall's one lucky guy."
A gasp slipped past your lips and you pushed the boy off of you, scrambling into a sitting position against the headboard of the bed. "What the hell?!" You snapped. He giggled uncontrollably and forced himself to his feet. Dork. "James, I hate you..." You mumbled, a blush creeping across your face. You totally just got cozy with your boyfriend's twin brother and you were very embarrassed.
James laughed and said, "What if I'm actually Niall, though?"
"Shut up," You grumbled, "I know you're not. Niall's cuter." You poked your tongue out at him and he placed his hand over his heart, pretending to be hurt by your words. You laughed and smirked at him.
"We're identical twins," James laughed, "There's no way he's cuter than me. We look exactly the same." All you could do was roll your eyes before your actual boyfriend's voice interrupted.
From the hall, you could hear Niall singing as he neared his bedroom. You raised your eyebrows at James, because you knew Niall would question why his brother was in his bedroom with his girlfriend. James only shrugged in response, and not even ten seconds later, Niall pushed through the closed door. "Oh, all I want for Christmas is-" Niall cut himself off in the middle of his song, glaring at James. "What did I tell you about hangin' around with (Y/N)?"
James laughed and said, "Chill, mate. We were just talkin'." James turned to you and winked. You narrowed your eyes at him. He was blatantly lying.
"Yeah, whatever," Niall muttered, "Anyway, get out. I need to talk to my girl. Alone." James glanced at you and sent you another wink before sliding past Niall, closing the door behind him. Your head rolled back and you let out a groan. Niall crawled onto the mattress, sitting beside you. Taking your hand in his, he gave it a gentle squeeze and said, "I wanna take you back to Ireland to visit my family."
Niall and James shared a cute little apartment in the US. They originally moved for college, and now Niall stayed because he found you - his love - and he didn't want to leave you. James stayed with Niall mostly because he didn't have anywhere else to go and Bobby had put his foot down about letting his boys live with him. He had decided last year that both Niall and James were too old to be living at home, and that they must find a place to live on their own. So, James roomed with Niall. It worked, for the most part, but like almost all siblings do, Niall and James got into little arguments all the time. A day didn't go by without some bickering between the Horan twins.
You met Niall in America, obviously, and you spent more time in his apartment than you did in your own. You and him were so close, and Niall had already set it in stone that you and him were going to get married some day. To be asked to fly all the way to Ireland, just to meet his family, felt like such an honor to you. Smiling widely, you engulfed Niall in a hug and said, "Of course! That'd be so awesome!"
"Mhmm," Niall nodded, smiling as you pulled away. "And I'd get to take you on an exclusive tour around Mullingar. How does that sound?"
You nodded in excitement and squeaked, "When are we leaving?"
"Well, I was hoping everything would fall into place this weekend. There's just one little downside to my plan," Niall said, his eyes meeting yours. You titled your head, waiting for him to explain. "So, my parents really wanna see James, too. That means he's gotta come with us."
You giggled and said, "C'mon, James isn't that bad."
"He's annoying!" Niall groaned, "And he's always hittin' on you. Don't think I don't know about that. I see the way he winks at you and shit."
You poked Niall's cheek and whispered, "You jealous, Niall?"
Niall's jaw clenched and he growled, rolling his eyes. You laughed as he abruptly stood, refusing to answer your question. "Oh, Ni, come back," You cooed, batting your eyelashes. "I love you," You whined, and with his back facing you, Niall chuckled.
"Damn right, you love me," He smirked, before spinning around to face you. His eyes met with yours as he lowly growled, "And only me."
***
You huffed as your luggage finally hit the ground, after tugging it down the steep flight of stairs in your apartment building. James honked the car horn from where he was parked outside, and Niall emerged from the vehicle. He slammed his door shut and hurried over to you, trying to escape the rain that was pouring down. The weather wasn't the best for travelling, but you were not going to reschedule this trip because of some silly rain. No way. Niall helped you load your luggage into the trunk of his and James' car, before sliding into the backseat with you. He was soaked by the time you finally settled in the car together. He ran his fingers through his wet hair, pushing the loose strands out of his face.
"To the airport!" James declared, slamming his foot on the gas pedal in a way that made the car jerk to a rough start. You knew you were in for a long trip with these boys.
You, Niall, and James ended up being jammed together in a row of seats on the plane. Niall insisted that you sit by the window, so that you wouldn't be stuck between him and his brother. He didn't want James to make any moves on you during this trip. James reclined back in his chair, letting out a long and obnoxious sigh. Niall turned to his twin with a glare. James smirked. If there was one thing James loved more than a pint of Guinness, it was pissing his brother off. He got such a rush, every time he was able to receive some sort of reaction from Niall. It made him feel triumphant, like he was in winning place, now. There was that constant competition between James and Niall, about absolutely everything. Internally, they were always competing with each other.
"I'm tired," James said, turning so that he could cuddle up to Niall. He rested his head on his brother's shoulder, smiling to himself as he felt Niall tense up. Letting out a fake yawn, James said, "Oh man, how long are we gonna be on this plane?"
"Too long," Niall muttered through gritted teeth. At times like this, he hated his twin.
You chuckled and cuddled up on Niall's other side. Stroking his hand, you said, "Calm down, babe. You guys are always fighting about something."
"Because he's a dic-" Niall started, only to be interrupted by James as he lifted his head from Niall's shoulder.
In an angry tone, James hissed, "You're the psycho one! You're so touchy. The tiniest shit gets to you. You're like a time bomb, you and your psychotic emotions. You have more mood swings than a girl on her period, Niall. That's pretty damn bad."
Niall opened his mouth to shoot a retaliation at his twin, but you interrupted before this could escalate. People were already starting to stare, and the last thing you wanted was for a fist fight to break out in the middle of a travelling airplane. "Babe!" You exclaimed, wrapping your hand around Niall's arm. Kissing him full on the lips, you whispered, "Be a good boy for me, okay?" With your suggestive words and a flirty wink, you were able to shut Niall up for the rest of the flight. He would cuddle with you from time to time, but he refused to interact with James. James only found it to be amusing. He'd really done it this time. Score!
When you landed in London, Niall grabbed your hand and hurried off the plane without even taking a glance at his brother. As far as he was concerned, James could stay behind in London. You found yourself hurrying to keep up with Niall's quickened pace as he navigated through the airport. There was only one flight left for you to take, which would land you directly in Dublin. From there, Niall's dad would pick you up and drive you back to his house. You still weren't sure if you'd be staying with Bobby, or if Niall would book a hotel for you to stay in. Judging by recent events, you wouldn't be surprised if Niall did get a hotel room - just to get away from James.
The flight to Dublin would be leaving the London airport fairly quickly, so you had to rush to board the plane in time. With only a few minutes to spare, your group settled down on the plane, in the same seating arrangement as the first flight. This time, it was Niall who let out a sigh. His head rolled back and rested against the back of the seat, his legs crossing at his ankles. "Y'alright?" You asked him, digging through your purse for a stick of gum.
Niall shrugged, running his fingers through his hair as a yawn escaped him. "Tired," He mumbled. You held back a laugh, because not long ago, James was complaining about the same thing. They really were twins, despite their differences.
The flight to Dublin was uncomfortably silent, and you spent most of your time staring out the window. "What if we hijacked this plane?" James spoke up, breaking the silence.
"James, shut the fuck up," Niall growled, his fist clenching. "Just shut up. It was better when you weren't running your mouth."
"Well, excuse me, princess," James sassed, mocking Niall. "Didn't know my voice - which sounds exactly like yours, might I remind you - was such a bother to you."
"It's not your voice that bothers me," Niall snapped, "It's the stupid things you say that bother me. You're an idiot, you know that? So dumb." Niall sighed in frustration, turning so that he was lying on his side in the seat, facing you.
You smiled softly at your boyfriend and stroked his hair. Leaning into him, you whispered, "We'll be there soon, babe." He nodded and let his eyelids flutter shut. You glared at James, and all he did was hold his hands up in defense, stifling a laugh.
Upon landing in Dublin, you had to wake Niall up because he'd fallen asleep. He was adorably confused at first, until you said, "We're home!" He then sprung to his feet and all of his energy flooded right back to him, like a tidal wave. He grabbed your hand and ushered you off the plane.
"It's been so long!" He exclaimed, as he skipped off the plane, taking you with him. You giggled at how excited he was to be home. He stopped and closed his eyes, inhaling the fresh Irish air. "Breathe it in, princess. Just stop and breathe it in. Get that Irish oxygen flowin' through ya." You laughed and inhaled a deep breath, just to humor him.
After collecting your luggage, you stood beside Niall as he jumped around like an idiot, frantically waving his arms in an attempt to flag his father down. Bobby was cluelessly wandering around the airport, yet to spot you. Niall laughed uncontrollably as his father seemed to stare right at him but then turned away, not even noticing Niall. "We're gonna have to go up to him," Niall said in between chuckles, "He's never gonna see us." Niall led you toward his father, with James trailing behind. Approaching him from behind, Niall said, "Hey, have you seen a Bobby Horan around here?"
His father recognized his son's voice instantly and spun around with the hugest grin on his face. "Niall!" He beamed, engulfing his son in a warm hug. You smiled stupidly from the side, admiring the moment. Niall teared up a little. He hadn't seen his dad in years. "Where's my other one?" Bobby laughed, pulling away from Niall. James shyly stepped out from behind Niall. "There he is! Come here!" He opened his arms, welcoming James in for a hug. He patted his son's back and James smiled at his dad. "Ah, it's good to see my boys again," Bobby breathed, before settling his eyes on you. "Oh, I know who you are..." He smirked at you and opened his arms for you, too. You let him envelope you in a tight hug, and as he squeezed you, he said, "You're miss (Y/N). My future daughter-in-law, yes?"
Smiling brightly, you nodded and said, "That's right, sir."
"Dad," Bobby corrected you, bopping you on the nose in a way that made you giggle. "Call me 'dad'." You already liked him. He was so friendly! You now understood where Niall got it from.
Wrapping an arm around each boy, Bobby said, "Let's leave now? I know you kids must be hungry, and I've got some bottles waitin' for you at my house." You and Niall raised your eyebrows at each other. Niall laughed at your stunned expression. Your parents would never offer alcohol to you, like his dad just did.
Patting your back, Niall chuckled and said, "Get used to it, princess."
His dad's house was the coziest little place you'd ever stepped foot in. James darted up the stairs, headed straight to his old bedroom. Niall took your hand and showed you around the first floor before leading you up the stairs to his bedroom, which was only across the hall from James' room. James' door was closed, and Niall pretended to kick it. You rolled your eyes but laughed, anyway. Niall revealed his childhood bedroom to you by gently pushing the door open, and then telling you that you were free to look around. It was a small bedroom, and his bed was awfully tiny. You knew it would be a struggle to cram in there with him. As if Niall could read your mind, he wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you into his side, whispering, "I'm gonna get a hotel room for us to stay in. There's a nice one within driving distance." He caught your earlobe between his teeth and gave it a gentle tug, flirtatiously growling into your ear, "Then we'll be all alone." You giggled like a little girl and Niall unwrapped his arm from around you.
Downstairs, Bobby cracked open a series of beer bottles and offered one to both you and Niall as you descended down the staircase. Niall agreed and snatched a bottle from his dad, but you kindly refused. This was not a good night for you to be drinking. But you knew Niall could tolerate alcohol much better than you, so you didn't mention it to him. Tipping the bottle to his lips, Bobby asked, "Where's your brother, Niall?"
Niall shrugged and mumbled, "Don't know, don't care."
"Ah, don't be that way," Bobby squawked, "What's got you in a huff now, huh? What happened?" He turned to you and grumbled, "Those boys are always goin' at it about somethin', I swear."
You laughed and nodded, saying, "I know, trust me."
"He's just always tryin' to one-up me, and he's also been tryin' to get with my girlfriend," Niall said, glancing at you, before bringing his eyes back to his dad. "I'll tell ya now, dad, if I ever see him put a finger on her, I'll cut that damn finger off."
"Niall," Bobby warned, lowering his voice at his son. Niall shrugged. It was true. He'd be absolutely fuming if he knew James had crawled on you the other day, pretending he was Niall. You swallowed hard as you recalled the memory. James was a troublemaker by nature, so it seemed.
Before any more words could be said, James strolled in without acknowledging anyone. Niall watched him with an intense glare as he slipped into the kitchen and grabbed a beer from the refrigerator. James took a long swig and then raised his eyebrows, sarcastically remarking, "Oh, did I interrupt something?" Everyone was staring at him.
"James, why don't you sit down with us?" Bobby offered, "I haven't see you in a long time, either, son. I wanna talk to both of my boys."
James plopped down in a chair at the table and leaned across it, resting his elbows on the wooden surface. "So what are we talking about?" James asked, avoiding Niall's gaze.
"We were, uh..." His dad trailed off, trying to think of an answer. "We were just talking about, y'know, life in America."
"Ah, really?" James cocked an eyebrow, amused by how horrible of a liar his father was. He knew they were talking about him, but he chose to drop the subject. At the end of the day, it didn't matter to James, anyway.
"So, me and (Y/N) are gonna get a hotel room," Niall spoke up, "Maybe I should do that now. It's gettin' late." You nodded and sprung to your feet.
Linking arms with Niall, you leaned on the tips of your toes to peck his lips, saying, "I'll help you with that." He smiled and stared at you for a moment before leading you to his old bedroom. You plopped down beside each other on his tiny bed and he opened his laptop.
When Niall finished contacting the hotel lobby, he was able to book a room for you to stay in for the next week. You bid your goodbyes to his dad and James before Niall took the car, driving you over to your hotel. The whole checking in process was very quick, as Niall was just desperate to have some alone time with you. He helped you unload your luggage in the room and then joined you in collapsing on the hotel bed.
"Oh my god," Niall groaned, burying his face in the pillow. His voice was muffled as he mumbled, "Tomorrow we're goin' to see my mum."
"Okay," You giggled, rubbing his back. "I love you, Niall."
He smiled into the pillow and forced himself to turn so he was facing you. His fingers reached out and traced patterns on your thigh with a lazy grin on his face. "Yeah?" He mindlessly spoke, lost in his thoughts. Shaking himself back to reality, he returned, "Mm, I love you, too. You know that."
"I suppose I do," You said, moving so that you were straddling his hips. He stared up at you with loving eyes. Wearing a smirk, you leaned down to whisper, "But maybe you can show me just how much you love me."