Niall and I soon make it over to my grandparent’s house. His bags were packed and we were going to my grandparent’s house, where I was staying. The hard part was that I am going to have to tell them plus my sister, Charlotte, and I had a feeling that my parents would find out somehow, if they haven’t already. I’m sure they probably already know about the magazine article, because my sister can hardly keep her mouth shut with secrets for too long, and since Niall is in a world-wide famous band that every one knows about these days.

About a million thoughts or so ran through my mind as Niall and I drove over here. Will they allow me to go? What about my parents back home in California? I bet they probably flipped shit when they found out, if they have already, about me and Niall being together, since he’s a world-famous pop star from this century’s biggest boy band in the world, One Direction.

I didn’t care what they said, as long as I’m safe, which I knew I was, obviously since I’ve been with Niall going on four months now. I even Skyped them not too long ago and actually told them myself that I was dating him. I also told them about what Char and I have been up to. All they told me in reply was to be careful and my father mentioned that if something ever went wrong if Niall ever thought to hurt me, he would be on the first plane here if he does.

I reassured both my parents over and over again that he treats me really great, just like a princess. He said he just mentioned that for a pre-warning in case something did happen to go wrong. Charlotte and I highly doubt it will ever happen. Niall and I make our way inside the front door of my grandparent’s house and shut the door before we head in to the living room.

My grandma, grandpa and sister, Charlotte were sitting on the couch, watching something on the TV. It looked like some weird foreign show.

“Hey,” I spoke up a bit loudly causing the three of them to turn and look at me. I feel Niall wrap a tight arm around my waist and pull me tight against his side.

“Hi sweetie, who’s this young man, dear?” my grandmother questions in her thick British accent, a warm smile on her face.

“This is Niall, my boyfriend,” I tell them proudly with a big smile.

“Boyfriend, huh? What a lucky guy to have as a companion for such a beautiful girl like you, Isabelle,” my grandpa says with a smile as he gets up and pulls me in a tight embrace. I inhale his scent of aftershave and light smell of tobacco on his breath.

“Thanks grandpa,” I blush at his statement as we pull away from the hug.

“So, anyways, Isabelle, what are you two up to?” my sister questions, a friendly smile on her face.

“Uh…we’re here because Niall and I have a favor to ask,” I say as I grab hold of Niall’s hand and lace my fingers together with his as we go over and take a seat on the couch next to Charlotte. We were seated on the couch across from the love seat where my grandparents were sitting.

“What is it dear? Don’t be shy, out with it, love,” my grandma says looking at me and Niall, waiting for one of us to give her an answer. For the next minute or so, I stare at the coffee table while I think of how to tell them I want to go with him since his mom is in the hospital.

I let out a shaky sigh and begin to talk, “A few hours ago, I was at Niall’s and he got a phone call from his brother saying that his mother fell and broke her hip; she’s currently in the hospital, and we wanted to know if it was alright if I could go with him,” I finish and glance over to see soft tears beginning to well up in his eyes.

“I’m very sorry to hear that, dear, it’s fine with us, Isabelle, but you need to make sure with your parents first, love,” my grandmother says with a kind smile. I wrap my arm around Niall’s strong torso and press a kiss to his cheek that was pale from his skin flushing a bit.

“I think I’ll go run it by them, now,” I say as I drag Niall behind me toward the stairs.

“Thank you Mrs. Samuels, it means so much,” he thanks my grandmother with a slight smile coming to a slight halt as we make our way to the stairs.

“You’re welcome, sweet heart,” she responds back to my boyfriend.

I smile a bit as we head up the stairs. I pull Niall in to the room I was staying in, and shut the door behind us. I go over to my laptop bag and pull my Mac book out of its case and set it down on my bed. Niall takes a seat next to me and leans forward, pressing a loving kiss to my forehead.

I smile to myself as I press the power button on my Mac and wait for it to boot up. For the time being, I feel Niall pull me closer to him and lean down toward my lips. I shift my body a bit under he presses his lower half against mine as he firmly presses his lips against mine. He tightens his arms around my slim waist and pulls me tight against his chest our lips still in contact and moving together.

We pull away from the heated kiss a few minutes later, smiles on each of our faces as we look at each other. “Love you,” he mumbles against the skin against the side of my neck. I laugh a bit as he did that.

“Love you too,” I say with a slight chuckle. “That tickles, babe,” I tell him and smile a bit.

I sit up and reach over to grab my laptop and drag it over to where I was sitting. Niall wraps his arms around my waist and rests his chin on my shoulder as I type my password in once the screen of my Mac loads. After Skype comes up and automatically logs me in, I notice my dad was online. I click on my dad’s name and press the green button to call him.

It rings a few times before my father appears on the screen. “Dad!” I say with a smile as I look in to the web cam on my screen.

“Isabelle, it’s nice to hear from you. How are you?” my dad says with a smile. “Hello Niall, how are you, son?” he nods toward the screen. I feel Niall grab my hand and lace his fingers with mine.

“I’m doing good sir,” Niall says and tightens his arms around my waist.

“I’m doing good, dad. Is mom around? I need to ask you both something,” I tell him as I stare at the screen.

“I’ll get her, sweetie, hold on,” he says and gets up and goes off screen for a few minutes. A couple minutes later, two figures came in to view, my mom and dad.

“What do you need, sweetie? Oh, hello, Niall, honey, how are you?” my mom asks a friendly smile on her face.

“I’m doing okay, thanks,” he says in a somber tone. As I look over at him, I can’t help but feel bad for him.

“Mom, dad, I wanted to let you know that Niall’s mom fell and broke her hip, she is in the hospital suffering from a broken hip. His brother called and got him a ticket to go home…to Ireland, and he says he doesn’t think he can do it without me,” I let out a sigh as I look in to the web cam on the screen.

“Go ahead and go sweetie, its fine with us, just please be careful, baby,” she says with a smile.

“And Niall, I’m real sorry about your mother, hope she’s okay,” she gives us a smile. “Take care of our baby girl, keep her safe, please,” she says towards Niall. He nods to my parents in response.

“I already do keep her safe, she’s 100% safe with me, you don’t have to worry,” he says and presses a kiss to the side of my head.

“Thank you,” Niall says.

After talking a few more minutes, with my parents over Skype, we tell them that Niall and I were going to begin packing. Once we end the call, Niall grabs my Mac from my hands and goes to Safari.

“What are you doing, babe?” I ask as he goes to a bunch of websites having to do with airplane tickets.

“Ordering our tickets, love, what’s it look like?” he asks with a slight chuckle. For the next few minutes, he goes through screens and finalizes it before shutting the screen of my Mac laptop.

Now, all we had to do was print them off. Thankfully, there was a printer here in the room I was staying in, plus it was wireless, which made it ten times easier than having to hook it up to my laptop.

“Want to help me start packing now babe?” I give him a smile.

He nods as he begins to help me pack my bags. It takes us a good thirty minutes or so to get my things together. Now, we had all the time in the world, before we left for our flight early tomorrow morning. I am so glad I get to go with him; I am more than happier to go with him to his home town and home country of Ireland.