Chapter 40

                                    

                                          
So I just finished my exams and I'm gonna try to update more.

                          
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I can't find Deo - Harry
                          
Niall's phone pinged for the hundredth time that day as he sat outside his house in Dublin, watching little Theo drive around in the car that he bought him a few years ago.  He had asked his big brother to come over and facilitate his whole family to come to his place on Saturday rather than go to Deo's. 

                          
Greg got the easy part. His family loved a great get together especially if it was at his place. Some of them had even started trickling by into the house. It was Thursday. 

                          
Niall could smell another altercation with his neighbour not too far off.  

                          
Niall wielding the short end of the stick he had given unto himself, he pulled up Deo's contact.
                          
Where are you? Harry is looking for you. - Niall.
                          
I'm at the coffee shop next to terminal 5. - Deo
                          


                          
He is by  the coffee shop next to terminal 5 - Niall (To Harry)
                          
I don't want to be seen. Can you get him to come to the private lounge? - Harry (To Niall)
                          
Sure - Niall (To Harry)
                          
... Wait a minute! Just freaking text him! You have his number, don't you?! - Niall ( To Harry)
                          
Oh right, completely forgot about that. - Harry (To Niall)
                          


                          
Harry is gonna text you soon. - Niall (To Deo)
                          
Yeah, just got his message. - Deo
                          
"Cousin mine!", A flurry of purple and blue was all Niall saw before he got enveloped in warmth infused with pine and somehow hairspray. With his arms pinned to his body, there was no escape from Claire bear hug. All Niall would do was take the slight rocking and increasing pressure of the hug as Claire got her fill of "cousin love", as she loved to call it.
                          
God she was queer.
                          
And this was coming from a bisexual person.
                          
Upon release, she gave the impression of inspecting him, as a concerned mother would do but he knew she was just interested in the state of his hair. True to Claire fashion, she ruffled up his locks that hadn't been graved by scissors for a few weeks. "Look at you!! You have gown thinner and your hair is a mess! Let me give you a haircut."
                          
Flashbacks of the horrible haircut she had given him earlier that year flooded his mind. " No, thank you." He said, with a short humourless laugh.
                          
"Why in the world would you even ask that after the last time we let you touch our hair?" The Irish lit of Greg's words rolled off his tongue sarcastically when he appeared behind the chaise that Niall was sitting. Theo was safely perched on his hip, cutely babbling away in his own world like the dreamer he was.
                          
"You know when I start cutting hair for the stars, you will all regret this!" Puffed chest and reddened face on their cousins face made them smirk in retribution.
                          
Claire sniffed lightly and stared off at the nearby lake dejectedly, "I will wait for the rest of the family and see whether any of them want me to cut their hair." 

                          
"I highly doubt that," Greg hiked Theo up his hip and babbled back to him. Both father and son's delight in being in each other's company shone through. Niall smiled as he watched little nephew and somehow his heart grew heavy, oh how he wished he was still a carefree babe all over again.