"Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck!" I jump out of bed and grab my clothes out of my wardrobe.

"What's wrong?" Niall groans and rolls onto his stomach. He groans into the pillow before he turns his head to look over to me. I quickly pull my jeans on and a sweater.

"We're late! Get ready!" I tell him and get my suitcase out. How did I manage to forget to pack?, I ask myself and would hit myself if I had the time to. For some reason I'm nervous to fly back to Ireland even though it's only for a few weeks. So much has changed since the last time I was there. I'm now in a relationship with Niall, the Irish member of One Direction. Okay it's not really that much, but it's a big change.

Niall rolls out of bed and gets dressed. It's like he does it in slow motion and I would tell him to hurry up, but I don't have the time for it. How did I manage to forget to pack?, I ask myself again. Oh hey! I know why! Because Saturday I was too busy spending time with Niall at his house and Sunday I was too busy spending time with Niall at my apartment. Niall even brought his already packed suitcase on Sunday and I still manage to forget to pack. My 13 year old self would be freaking disappointed at me. My 13 year old self would have packed a week before the flight and not few hours before it.

But my 13 year old self didn't had relationship problems and then the best time with her boyfriend ever. Thinking about the time with Niall the last two days, I realize that I could have easily packed anytime.

But I just didn't want to leave his side.

"Niall can you please close my suitcase while I get done in the bathroom?"I ask as I throw the last pair of jeans in. He nods and I quickly get into the bathroom. I brush my teeth, side part my hair, because for more isn't any time left, and put my contacts in. As fast as possibleI put the rest of my bathroom essentials into a bag, that my mum gave me before I moved to London, and pee. I rush out of the bathroom after washing my hands and stuff the bag into my backpack. Niall quickly gets ready in the bathroom while I throw the last things that I will need into my backpack. It knocks on the door and I open it before I rush back to my bed to make it. Even though we don't have much time, I still have to make my bed. If I didn't, it would bother me the whole time while we're in Ireland. It will always be in the back of my head.

"Are you ready?" Ethan asks as I put my Niall pillow in the middle. I take a deep breath when Niall comes out of the bathroom. He looks ready and has his hair perfectly up into a cliff.

"Ready." I smile, to hide my nervousness.

"Are you nervous?" Ethan asks and is close to burst out laughing. I would laugh too if he would be nervous. I mean we're just flying back home, not big deal... right?

It's just that I have this weird feeling in my stomach that tells me that something will go wrong. Something just won't be as planned and that's what I'm afraid of. That's what makes me nervous.

It's just home, I remind myself over and over again as I follow the boys to the elevator. I pull my suitcase behind me and have my backpack over one shoulder. Niall offers to take my suitcase but I said no. When we get into the taxi, Ethan puts all our things into the boot while I take a seat next to Niall on the back of the car. He takes my hand, knowing that I'm nervous and I kiss his cheek.

"Are you okay?" He wants to know as he strokes my hand with his fingers. Just this little gesture calms my nerves a bit.

I nod and rest my head on his shoulder. He rests his head on mine and Ethan gets into the car. The driver drives off and it's quiet all the way to the airport. I forget about the bad feeling that I have until we reach the airplane. We managed through all the security pretty quick and now that we're actually getting closed to the airplane, my mind is killing me again.

In the airplane, I sit down next to Ethan and Niall and instantly get ahead ache. I massage my temple and close my eyes as I wait for the airplane to take off. What is that bad feeling supposed to mean?, I ask myself the whole time during the flight. Even when I fall asleep, resting my head on Niall's shoulder, I still have the question in my head.

One hour and 20 minutes later we arrive in Dublin. Only slowly I follow the boys out and to the suitcase picking up area and only slowly I follow them around until we find our mother. She smiles and waves at us as we walk to her.

"Are you okay, honey?" She asks me instantly and I just nod. I'm tired from the flight and my head hurts since we left London.

"Headache." I simple answer and give her a hug. Other than the last time we saw her, she's now wearing jeans and a sweater under her jacket. Mum goes over to Ethan, scans his appearance and kisses his cheek before she hugs Niall. It warms my heart seeing them hug, because last time, she claimed to not like him. Good thing that that changed. At least now, I don't have to worry about that.

"Niall where are you sleeping the next few days?" Mum wants to know as we follow her out of the airport. "Olive told me that you're spending few days here before I drive over to Mullingar."

"In a hotel, I think, or at my mate's place." He answers smiling. The next thing mum says was not expected from each of us. My jaw drops to the ground when her offer leaves her mouth.

"You can stay at our house."

"Wait what?" Ethan and I ask again and she repeats her offer. Niall now feels clearly uncomfortable and reaches out for my hand. He doesn't know what to answer and I don't know what to think about her offer. Of course it would be nice to have Niall around the house, but it would also be incredible awkward.

"And Niall?" Mum breaks the silent in the car.

"Yea-yea, why not. Thank you." Niall smiles and then turns his head to look at me. All I can do is shrug. I don't know if this is going to be good or bad, but there's no taking back now.

Minutes later we arrive at our house, after stopping by at Nando's to get lunch. Niall caries our suitcases in while I take the food inside. Ethan follows, holding his laughter in since we left the airport.

"Just put the suitcases down in the hallway, I have a much more exciting thing to show you... or better say, introduce you to." Mum smirks as she leads us inside. Niall and Ethan let the suitcases in the hallway and we follow mum to the kitchen.

My eyes nearly plop out when I see my english professor, Mr. McAllister sitting at our breakfast table. Niall takes the bags filled with delicious food off me before I can let them drop to the floor. He puts it down on the kitchen island before he puts his arm around my waist. My knees are week as I stare at my english professor. Ethan slowly comes behind me and his face looks as shocked at mine.

"Isn't that your... english professor?" He asks and I nod. My mouth is open and forms an O as I watch him kiss my mum on the cheek.

"Ethan, Olivia, this is Robert." Mum smiles proud but her smile fades away once she sees the shocked face of me and Ethan. Niall rubs up and down my side and moves closer to me.

"Is-is he... your boyfriend?" I ask as I stare at them. My breath gets heavy and my heart skips a beat when mum nods. I feel like I'm going to faint any second now, but Niall's arm around my waist holds me up. I raise my hand, move my hand around and try to find words.

"I think she needs fresh air." Niall blushes and leads me out of the kitchen. I look back at Mr. McAllister and my mum who have pale faces. Ethan follows us out and only when I sit down on our old swing set, I breathe in again. I literally inhale the fresh air and try to get my thoughts straight. Mr. McAllister and my mother. My mother and Mr. McAllister. How? Why? What? Why? How?

My headache gets even worst. Niall kneels down in front of me, holds onto my knees and looks me directly into my eyes. It's good that he's here now and now I understand why mum wants him to stay at our house. She wants Niall to calm me down after this.

"Are you--"

"please don't ask if I'm okay." I cut Niall off before he can ask the question. He just nods and heavily breathes out as if he was holding his breath. Niall sits down in the grass next to me and put his knees up. He rests his arms on his knees and plays with the grass between his legs. I run my fingers through his hair and slightly lean my head against the cord that holds the swing. Ethan comes over to us and sits down across from me.

"Whoa." Ethan scratches the back of his neck and waits for me to say something, but I don't. "He... um... He's your english professor and mum's... boyfriend." my younger twin says slowly as if he's trying to bring the news as carefully to me as possible, even though I just saw it in front of my own eyes.

My brain is going round and round and tries to get clear thoughts about this but I just don't know. Is it good that they are dating? Since when are they dating? Did Mr. McAllister knew mum before he became my teacher? Why did he never asked me about mum if he knew her? Are they happy together? Since when do they know each other? So many questions and only two people who can answer that. Sadly and only bad thing about it, is that the two people who have the answers for me, are the two people I don't want to talk to right now.

Mum should have told me earlier and not run me over with the news. It hit me like a truck when I saw him in the kitchen and then she had to kiss him on the cheek. Mum should have told me and I'm not saying that she should have asked for my permission, even though that would have been better, but she should have just asked me if I'm okay with it and not just show off their relationship right in front of my face out of nowhere. I wasn't expecting that at all when I got into the airplane.

Of course, if they love each other, than I'll be happy for her. But I guess it's just a lot to process for me. Seriously though, I just found out that Mr. McAllister's name is Robert.

"You're hungry." Niall says and stands up. Only then I realize that my stomach is growling. "Come, lets eat. I don't want you to faint again." He smiles, trying to lift my mood and it helps but only a little bit. I haven't eaten all day and Nando's would be very good right now.

I get up and so does Ethan but he goes to another direction than us. "Where are you going?" I want to know.

"Picking up Jazzy." Ethan's eyes lights up as he says her name. I smirk at him and nod understanding.

"Have fuuuun." I smile at him and then follow Niall inside. Ethan leaves the garden and gets into mum's car. I hear him drive off when mum and Mr. McAllister come into the kitchen. They stand around and watch us while I sit at the table as Niall brings the food over to me and few plates. Niall literally severs me the food on a table before he sits down next to me and serves it to himself. He knows how uncomfortableI feel right now and takes my hand.

"Love, I need my hand to eat." I whisper and he lets go.

"Yea, yea. Sure. Right." He seems nervous and blushes when I kiss him on the cheek. Another few seconds of silent pass by as Niall and I start to eat before Mr. McAllister breaks the silent.

"Is that Nando's?" He asks, steps away from my mother's side and sits down across from Niall after taking a plate out of the cabinet. He must have been here more than just today, because he instantly opened the right one, not like Niall who opened every single one until her found it. Mr. McAllister places the exact same that I have on my plate on his and smiles at me while mum awkwardly takes a seat next to him. She blushes when I look at her. Niall places his hand on my thigh and rubs up and down, trying to comfort me.

"How was the flight?" mum wants to know and pours ice tea into her glass.

"Good and short." I answer and take a sip of my drink. All the questions plop in my head and I don't know where to start, but Niall does.

"how long do you know each other?"

I give him a thanking smile and places my hand on his. I squeeze it softly before I take it away again and continue to eat.

"Since uni." Mr. McAllister smiles proud and takes mum's hand in his. I nearly choke on my piece of chicken but take a big sip pf my ice tea before it can actually happen. "We've always been friends. Daniel, your mum and I. We were a trio." He explains further and my eyes widen.

"Why did I never meet you?" I want to know and stare into his eyes. Mr.McAllister quickly looks to mum and then to me again.

"I-I did when you were younger." He says. Mr. McAllister knows me since I'm 'younger'. He knows me since the time that I can't remember. "I don't know if Niall can remember me, but--"

Before he can finish his sentence mum jumps up and hits her knee against the table. It makes a big loud 'bump'. She sits down on the her chair again and blushes embarrassed.

"Wait! You also knew Niall?" I ask again confused. Mr. McAllister knows me and Niall form when we were younger. But how is that possible?

"You two--" He gets cut off again when mum accidentally bumps against her glass and the ice tea spreads over the table.

Niall reacts quick and lifts up the food before it can get wet. I lift up our plates and let the ice tea flow down the edge of the table. Slowly I stand up and move away as mum comes with wipes and cleans up the mess she made.

In my head, I'm still processing the new information. Mr. McAllister knew my parents and me and... Niall. Does this mean, Niall and I met before? Does this mean that Niall and I were maybe friends? Does this mean we knew each other even before the day he helped me with the box? And does Niall know that we knew each other at some point of our lives?