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OK! Here is chapter 1 of "paul is my uncle" (I cannot take that seriously omds 😭)

I hope you all enjoy it, I have had so much fun writing this and and I'm so proud of it

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Paul's POV

I'm currently sitting watching the boys messing about with an amused smile. Just being boys. They're all teasing each other over stupid stuff like food choices, the way they make tea or who's winning in a game of fifa. it's not very often we get breaks like this so it's nice to just sit and hang out with them.

Louis has just sat on top of niall, squishing him "Louis what the hell?!" Niall screeches "I didn't do anything!" Louis shouts back "You're literally sitting on top of me!" Niall cries out to him just wanting the older boy to move.

Niall tries to shove Louis off him but he doesn't budge. All the other boys are laughing at them, so in some form of self-defense, he pinches Louis' butt which makes him scream loudly and jump up from where he was sitting on Niall.

Niall laughs out loud and stands up groaning "Your butt is so boney it hurts and you're super heavy!" He whined at louis and louis gasps out loud but playfully in response and then replying with "how dare you?!" In mock offence.

As their bickering goes on, I notice that my phone is ringing, but it's an unknown number from Ireland. I furrow my eyebrows because... the only reason it could be is because I have family there, maybe it's them, but why use an unknown number? I hope it's not an emergency and it's just that they've changed their phone number since the last time I contacted them, there's only one way to find out.

I swipe up the green blinking icon making the boys who have all noticed my phone ringing - shut up and look over as I answer "hello?"

"Hello, is this Paul?" I raise my eyebrow as the caller speaks, a familiar voice of a young woman - but I can't put a name to the voice...

"Yes speaking, who is this?" I answer carefully knowing sometimes fans get my number trying to get in touch with the boys.

"this is your niece... Olivia.... I know we haven't spoken in a while..." ohhh my face now relaxed, eyebrows relaxing and a small smile on my face appears

it's been a few years since I've seen her or heard from her so I didn't recognize her voice.. I begin to wonder why she's calling me instead of my sister - her mum

"oh.. hi.. what's the call for after all this time? and how come it's an unknown number?" I ask curiously

she replies with "well... I... I didn't have your number.. so... yeah.."

I nod though she can't see it "that makes sense... So what's up kid?" I ask her now curious for the reason of the call

"Um... I got a scholarship for a college near where you live.. is it London? That's where mum said you were... I was wondering if I could stay with you for a while when I go there? I'll be out of your way for most of my time. I just need a bed to sleep in" she tells me, sounding nervous "please?" She adds - voice small

"ah.. um.. well.. yeah it is london... ill uh... I'm-" I stammer. I'd hate to say no because she's such a good kid and it's only going to be a few months, but nobody in my family knows I'm the bodyguard of the most famous boys in the world.

"please uncle Paul?" she practically begs, waking me from my thought and consideration

"fine... but if you cause any trouble you go straight back home, understand?" I say firmly and a sigh finally caving in

"Of course, I get it, thanks! meet me at the pick up area at Gatwick airport on... Thursday morning! Thank you so much!" she told me with a cheery tone.

"No problem kid, see you soon" I reply before she hangs up.

When i look around the room, the lads are all looking at me curiously - still.

"Who was that?" Harry asks nonchalantly "we got a visitor?" Niall asks "a tour tag along!!" Liam cheers "ayyee that'd be so fun!!" Louis fist bumps zayn

I sigh at their excitement over this.. It’s going to be a LONG evening and they probably won't relent till I give them any answers

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Olivia's POV

I headed downstairs after hanging up, so glad that Uncle Paul said I could stay with him for a few months. It makes finding somewhere to live while I study easier because that was one of my main concerns after I got the scholarship.

"Mum!" I call as I run down the stairs "I rang uncle paul and he said I can stay with him while I'm in college!" I announce to her cheerily

"that's wonderful honey, that really helps us" my mother assures "it does" i agree - she's not really in contact with her brother much but that's because of how busy they can be with their jobs and lives - well apparently because we don't exactly know what uncle paul does - but when they do talk, neither of them shut up. They talk for literal hours.

"I can't wait!" I tell her - rather excitedly.

She chuckles as she sees me, obviously feeling the joy radiating off of me "I can tell" she chuckles acknowledging the fact that I am slightly hyper

While I stood there, grinning from ear to ear, bouncing on my heels to the ball of my feet. I smell something delicious. Dinner.

"oooh! what're you cooking?" I question, looking at the pans on the stove in front of me, having just realised how hungry I truly am.

"stir fry, honey" she responds, but I very quickly move on whilst nodding to the answer "wheres dad?" I'm almost interrogating while looking at her as I ask the questions

"At work" she answers again now smiling wider, probably finding this amusing

"Can I help with dinner?" I question yet again still super stoked

"Olivia-...honey, too many questions ok? Slow down" she advises gently, pausing for a moment before adding.. "but yes you can, can you cut some mushrooms for me?" Her voice is soft, the calm in my crazy

I happily agree to what she asks me to do. Quickly i grab the knife off the counter and start chopping some mushrooms up

As i do this, i think about going to stay with uncle paul and I wonder what will happen when i stay with him, maybe I'll meet a cute London boy or try different restaurants- no I will absolutely be doing that, or I might make some new friends, I don't know and I'm intrigued for what's going to happen.

I start humming 'more than this', I got it stuck in my head listening to it earlier but I don't mind because it's One direction. I have a small... not so small obsession with them but they're just genuinely great singers and really good guys to people as well, including one of the other main is that they’re all dreamy.

I look at my mum, gaze drifting from what I was doing and smile softer than It was before "how'd you think ill do in college?" I question, almost unsure of whether I'll be any good there or be kicked out for being crap

She pauses her cooking, placing the fork down to look at me - her eyes are gentle and kind, I know she cares and has faith in what I can do. She puts an arm around my shoulder and pulls me close. "You'll be great love..." she suggests and kisses the top of my head "focus on studies, make some friends and just... enjoy yourself ok?" She adds to what she said, her voice full of certainty and faith

I listen to what she tells me, knowing she's totally right. I smile back at her, still nervous but also calmer than before "Thanks mum..." I reply feeling much better

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ZAYNS POV

Paul has his.... neice.. coming to stay with us for a few months for college or something. He told us to tidy up around the house and get some hoovering done because apparently our lazy arses never do any chores - yeah right

I watch niall go up and down the stairs to do several trips to the bin with the hoover... maybe I was wrong about that whole 'we never hoover' thing

"Louis!" I shout down the hall

"What zayn?!" He yells back

"It's your laundry week!!" I tell him loudly, starting an argument

"Liam you do it!!" He pokes his head and shouts towards Liam's room

"No way!!" He replies louder like we've just accused him of robbing a bank "not a chance am I doing it for you lazy ass!" He shouts at louis

There's now distant squabbling in the background - just like siblings, and unfortunately this is a regular occurrence for us lads. just arguing over washing like old ladies.

I mean it's not the worst job, I'd do it over doing the gutters any day of the week, though that's never done either.

I pick up a sock from under my bed, I don't really know how long that's been there, I sniff it to see if it's worth putting away and it's not too bad actually but it's still going in the wash - just to be safe.

I wonder what Paul's niece is like, how old she is, her hair colour, if her eyes sparkle the way Niall's eyes do when he sees a buffet at any event - What about her smile? I like it when a girl has a nice smile, or a nice laugh!! ones that make you want to squish their cheeks and protect them. I wonder how she dresses and whether she likes watching tv or reading the most, what foods shes picky with and if she can cook.

In that moment i can’t help but catch myself thinking these thoughts about a girl i’ve never met but I can't help it when I wonder about all these things because it's not very often that we get someone to come and stay, especially not girls, so it's exciting when anyone comes round.

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OLIVIAS POV

I'm listening to one direction - the song being ‘rock me’ - while packing my suitcase. They're my favourite band, they have been since they formed in 2010.

And i know they’re super popular right now, possibly slightly overrated by some people, but i just genuinely enjoy the music and understand the hype.

and ok, for the record I don't fan girl like some others do, for example, having them as my main focus in all of my life or stalking. but I may watch edits and have posters and CDs but that's it

I swear thats it

Promise

My kitten, who is called Dorito, is sitting in my suitcase, his favourite place to be while I'm busy using it.

I smile down at him and pet his small head, "comfy there little dude?" I question gently even though I know I'm talking to myself. I'm taking him with me because, as much as I do trust my mother to look after him, I don't think I could go away and be without him for goodness knows how long in London.

I pet his little back, he's only small at the moment but he's a munchkin cat so he'll grow up and be bigger when he's older, but not by much. He purrs as I keep petting him - making me smile a little wider.

I lift him out my suitcase so I can keep packing. Just then I get a great idea. I'm currently wearing dungarees so I lift him up off my bed where I've just put him and place him into the front pocket.

I can't tell you how adorable this is, there's no word to explain it. He's mewling happily and his little paws are sticking out the front, his nose twitches as he sniffs the air. It's now easier for me to pack and it's a good seat for him.

My mum comes in - she's holding a bigger toiletries bag, it's bigger than the one I was planning on using "I thought you might need this" she offers gently "Thanks mum!" I gasp, taking it from her hand gently. "Oh it's perfect, I wasn't gonna fit all my stuff in my bag, thank you!" I say appreciatively "of course love" she replies.

She spots Dorito "oh look at him!" She laughs as she says "he's so cute like that" she coos scratching his small head. He tilts his head up to sniff the palm of her hands, leaving a small lick there too, making her chuckle again.

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TIME SKIP - to a few days later

Olivia's pov

I've got all my bags by the front door, just waiting for the taxi. My mum walks in with my dad who took the day off just to make sure he could see me before i left.

I breathe in heavier than I'd planned on breathing - i mean what i said.

"this is it" I start to say, a hitch in my breath as I think about the fact that I'll be away from home for so long "5 more minutes and then I'm off to college..." I bite my lip gently, attempting not to cry but my mum sees my tears and frowns "oh livi... it'll be amazing I promise. You'll have so many opportunities and so many new friends!" She encourages me gently, voice soft and kind as she wraps her arms around me. "You're gonna have fun! You'll be great" she tells me kissing my hairline "Go explore London and do things with your uncle ok?" She adds “just as long as you focus on your studies and caring for yourself too” dad adds patting my shoulder

I nod against her as the tears on my cheeks begin to flow, but a big smile forms on my lips. "I will" I confirm hera and dads words, knowing I was totally planning on exploring and going out and doing things while also studying.

My dad hugs me tight, enveloping my mum too since she hasn't let go yet "call us while you're there, yeah? Keep in touch, update us on everything, you hear me?" He tells me in a mock authoritative tone and I nod again looking up at him before I reply "I definitely will" I let out a breath as my phone pings in my pocket and also hear a car horn outside - 2 signals that my taxi is here.

"I love you both" I whisper as I hug them tighter than i was before "I'll see you when I can" I say finally

I grab my suitcase handle, including the backpack with a clear front that holds Dorito in it, the sudden movement making him mewl. I chuckle at his adorable sound then I look back at my parents before I go outside.

The man in the taxi unlocks the car, I open the door and ask "can you open the boot please?" To which he does, it opens up and I put my suitcase in before closing it. I take my backpack off and place Dorito into one of the seats, strapping the seatbelt round the carrier "where to?" He asks as I slide into the seat "Weston airport please" I reply as I sigh and look out the window "certainly" he starts the car and drives down the road. I feel a lump in my throat as I watch my childhood home disappear from view - a shaky breath coming out my mouth.

I go from where I live, in a largely populated town called Athlone in Ireland, to weston airport. It'll take an hour but I have headphones and a book so I should be ok. My flight doesn't take off for another 4 hours either but I'd rather be early and wait instead of being late and rushing through security.

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PAULS POV

It's Thursday morning and I'm sitting in the car waiting for Olivia to come out the airport. I've had to lecture the lads into behaving while she's staying and also making sure the house is tidy to the speck of dust, and I've had to make sure it doesn't smell like feet the second she walks in, because 5 lads living in one house gets stinky pretty quickly.

I'm just listening to the radio, fingers tapping along. I'm people watching, all the men in business suits. The families who look exhausted, the teens hidden under hoodies and baggy jeans, dragging suitcases behind them, all the oddly happy looking solo travellers and then the odd few couples who have absolutely just been on their honeymoon, you can tell from their faces and body language.

Then as I glance around again for the - probably 100th time in the last hour - I spot the familiar red locks, headphones on, she has a big backpack and a suitcase - she packed lighter than i expected she would.

She obviously spots me when she looks up because her smile widens and she waves, speeding up her pace towards the car.

I pop the boot for her and she puts her suitcase in, before lowering the boot and shutting it before sliding into the car and pulling her headphones off, placing them in her lap. "Hey Uncle" she greets me with a sweet smile "Hi kiddo, did you have a good flight?" I reply back to her "yeah it was ok, you know how it is" she chuckles, i do know because economy flights suck, but luckily for her it was only an hour flight from dublin to here in gatwick

I notice her backpack by her feet while she puts her seatbelt on, its slightly open

"Did you know your bag was open??" I ask curiously just in case she hadn't and might've lost something "oh yeah I know it's uh- the zip isn't great" she tells me while looking at the bag and frowning just a little but before I can reply - I hear a small, almost faint meow, my eyebrows raise slightly in surprise and I look back at her "olivia?" I say curiously "what's in the bag?" I ask cautiously

She sighs, smiling just a bit softer "ok i have brought my kitten with me.. His name is Dorito. I couldn't leave him at home for so long and I so i brought him with me" she tells me sounding sheeping.

my eyes flicker with surprise and curiosity at her words causing me to let out a soft chuckle "can I see him?" I ask nodding to the bag while also starting the car and pulling out the parking spot.

She nods and smiles a little wider, but I can see she's biting back a grin as she undoes the so-called 'broken' zipper of the bag and lifts the kitten out "This is dorito" she tells me with a goofy grin that she obviously couldn't hide anymore "Dorito huh?" I reach over and scratch behind his ears "he's a cute kitten, what breed is he?" I ask out of genuine curiosity "he's a munchkin" she tells me but if I'm honest it sounds like a nickname more than a breed "I know it sounds silly" she adds like she just read my thoughts making me laugh a little "thats adorable" i smile while putting my full focus back on the road as i try to get out the airport

There's a moment of silence before I glance at her from out of the side of my eye and ask "how old are you now Olivia?" I ask just interested in my niece's life since I don't really talk to her much. "i'm 18 next week" she tells me, nerves in her voice, fiddling with her jumper "excited to be called an adult?" I joke but it's also a slightly serious question, it makes her scoff "no" she says bluntly with a small laugh

I hum and nod as I stop at a set of traffic lights that are on red, "why not? You can learn to drive after that! And there's all sorts of things you can do" I say in a tone that shows caring but also slightly amused "yeah I know I can do all that but i also like being a kid" she mutters now looking at the kitten still In her lap, just laid in the middle of her legs, very calm "that's fair enough" I nod and i start moving again

I take a moment of silence again before I speak again "hey how about you connect to my car bluetooth and play what you want yeah??" I suggest and she lights up at the offer "yeah sure!" she fumbles to grab her phone out of her pocket and I help her connect while trying to keep us on the road.

Once shes connected, lo and behold, One Direction is the first thing she plays, great. At least I know she'll like them when she meets them, i just hope its not as much as im expecting her to.

"Is this ok?" She asks almost hesitant which i can understand because i know that some people can be judgy of others music taste. "I like this band but if you don't want it on, I can change it?" She offers and I shake my head and tap my finger to the beat "no thats ok, you can listen to what you want to, and i don't mind their music" I tell her and I hear a small breath leave her mouth "Thanks uncle" she sounds happy now ive given her full permission and soon enough shes singing.

The rest of the way she sings along and picks songs, giving me opportunity to pick something as well, always checking just incase which is very sweet of her, but i also assure her that im happy with her music choices and will listen to what she picks.

I subtly turn the music up whenever she's really getting into it so by the time we're 20 minutes from home she's blasting "I want" from the up all night album - I listen to her singing, occasionally muttering out some lyrics or humming along

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OLIVIAS POV

A plane flew over the car when we left the airport which I think is pretty awesome!

But what makes me happier is that Uncle Paul let me listen to 1D, and also that he likes dorito! But back on the One Direction - I'm definitely a zayn girl and I despite the fact that i think i can't really sing, i find it fun to try and hit his high notes - especially in ‘you and i’

Dorito is laid in my lap at the moment and I'm holding him steady as we drive. He seems pretty content just sleeping, but occasionally looks up when we go over a speed bump or stop, seemingly curious.

"What's it like at your house??" I ask Uncle Paul out of pure curiosity "Uh, it's pretty nice, in a good neighbourhood." he replies shrugging which makes me raise an eyebrow "Is that it??" I question "..I don't really know what to say, you'll see it in like.. half an hour..." he tells me matter-of-factly which i guess does make sense "thats.. Thats true.." I mutter and try to imagine it in my head. Maybe a small house in the outskirts of london or a bigger house in the city.

I pause, giving it a moment before looking at him and adding, "Thanks for this by the way i know you didn't expect this, having to have me as a guest but you did it anyway, i really appreciate it" i thank him, genuine. His straight 'focused' face turns into a soft smile "im always happy to, we're family" he says softly and i cant argue with that.

We're about 20 minutes away and I know it's not long but Dorito hasn't stopped meowing at me. I look down at him before up at uncle paul "Can we stop for a break so dorito can... well...do his business...??" I ask and uncle paul looks over at us before nodding "sure kiddo.. there's a service a few minutes away ok?" He tells me

The only time I got to stop for Dorito was for less than a minute at the airport. I have a harness and lead so he can wander and things and I can keep an eye on him - it's been 3 hours. Uncle Paul glances over again before his eyes go back to the road.

I sigh with relief "Thanks..." I respond glad he's letting us stop even if we're close enough to home.

As we drive to the services we talk, I tell him about my job as a photographer for different events, about my love for books and what I'm doing for college. He listens and asks questions. I love how genuinely interested he is and how involved he is in the conversation and what I'm doing.

At the services

I put the harness on Dorito with a lead and I walk him around the grass area while uncle paul gets us food from McDonald's. I hum 'little white lies' as I wander around, probably getting strange looks from people because I'm an 18 year old walking her cat in front of McDonald's but I don't care.

It's pretty chilly already because it's September and autumn has come round quickly. I'm just wearing a green denim jacket, blue baggy jeans and a white tshirt. It's not the warmest of outfits but it's comfy, I'm just glad it's not black jeans or tshirt because then I'd end up having visible cat fur all over me.

I smile to myself as Dorito stops walking, sniffing the floor before looking at a random daisy and pawing at it his little paws batting the petals

I see uncle paul walk out of McDonald's with 2 bags of food in one hand, and a holder with ..3 drinks on it?

"Yeah food!!" I cheer and Dorito looks up as I do mewling again. He chuckles at Dorito and also my excitement "are you hungry by any chance?" He asks me amused by my excitement "let's go get in the car where's its warmer and we can eat and listen to music again" he smiles and I pick up Dorito, running to the car, Uncle Paul calls out "Dorito can go in your backpack though while we eat" making me sigh and agree "fine fine If he has to" I agree

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PAULS POV

We get in the car and I set the food down in the middle by the gear stick, watching Olivia attempt at putting the kitten in her backpack with more struggle than planned because he squirms and clings to her jacket.

"Need some help there, kid?" I ask amused by the squirming kitten

She grumbles a bit and sighs and he clings to her jacket, claws out, mewling at her as she tries to grab him off her, "Just lift him off my jacket" She tells me sounding dejected as she tries and fails. I snicker and sit forward "i got it" i say almost proudly, helping her, moving the clingy claws of Dorito away and putting him in the backpack, she sighs of relief after we manage.

We finally sit and eat McDonald's together while Dorito sticks his small head sticking out of the bag watching us eat.

I turn on the heater so the car will start warming up, because the temperatures are dropping quickly despite it only being september.

"Ooh that's nice and warm" Olivia muffles with a mouthful of chips and a satisfied smile. I laugh a little because of that and even more because her irish accent goes in with it.

She smiles and swallows the food and then grabs some cat food for Dorito out of the side pocket of the backpack and gives him some... snacks.. before she goes back to eating her food.

Once I've finished my food, I pick up the third small cup I'd gotten that has water in it for Dorito, taking the lid off and lower it towards him. He starts lapping up the water happily and I also notice this makes Olivia smile wider than she was before.

Eventually we start driving to the house again which is only 20 minutes away. I'm dreading her meeting the boys if I'm honest because I don't know how she'll react now I know she's a fan. I guess we'll find out.

END OF CHAPTER

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