Its called love-hate
We meet again.
I walked into the Horan house. I don't want to be here! I want to be in bed, reading a magazine about celebrities, not stuck here. Niall walked up to me with his face as blank as paper. "What?" I said, swiftly moving past him. "Hello to you too." I rolled my eyes. "DINNER IS READY!" I heard Mrs.Horan yell frome the kitchen. My brother, Bryson, leaped up and ran to the table. I looked around befroe standing up and following the rest. "Chantel, why don't you and Niall sit next to each other? You might want to be close for our announcement." I thought a bit. I'd rather not, but what can I say to a grown up? "Okey." I trudged to my seat along with Niall next to me. "Niall, stop looking at my butt." He laughed and nodded. "Sure boss."