my blood

Jane Levy for TWELV Magazine, May 2013.

"No, not yet, Noah."

            "You're a happy ruiner. I'm gonna anyway."

Nick was left wondering how on earth he had managed not to mention this to Noah. He had been told off by Fincham and Fiona for never shutting up about it. Bless Ian for putting up with him for the most of the time. Nick tidied up after breakfast before going into their bedroom to check on Noah. “You alright? I already asked Collette if she could look after the little ones. She said she would, I think she’s secretly a cat lady.”

                "Of course I am. I'm taking a vacation with my husband. And, well, the crew. I think it'll be fun. Good. If she has any problems, she can just call Nat. Nat's always taken care of them when I lived on my own and was at the hospital, so I'm sure there'd be no objections," he told the other, clothes in his hands for packing.

“But they’ll be living in England, if they called it soccer they’d get bullied and probably slapped in the face. Football is holy in this country.”

             ".. That's very true. I'll teach them what soccer is and pray that they survive. Teaching them to be tough."

Kat had set up a parent teacher conference with one of her more interesting students. Being a kindergarten teacher was not everyone’s cup of tea, but she liked it a lot, loved to see her students grow.                       Shuffling a few papers around on her desk                       before walking to the classroom door and                       opening it for her guest, she offered a smile.                       “Mr. Hill, nice to meet you. If you’ll join me                       over by my desk we can got on to why I                       called you here.”

                        Walking into the classroom, he smiled at the                teacher before pausing. He didn't know she was this                attractive. His eyes wandered around her body, not                bothering to hide it. Sitting down across from her, the                infamous Noah Hill smirk was laced across his lips. "It's                nice to meet you too, love. Please, call me Noah. Mr.                Hill is my dad."

          “You don’t even know the girl, Noah. Be nice.”

           "I'm plenty nice."

She started to chew on her nails, looking down at her feet and knew she shouldn’t show the nervousness that she knew was there. “Just breath, close your eyes and paint, it’ what I do. You just have to know that this is going to turn into something beautiful.”

                 Noah did what he was told. He allowed his eyes to flutter shut before he pressed his paint covered brush against the canvas. It wasn't so blank anymore. "Huh. Not that scary anymore," he informed her as he opened his eyes.

Niall dancing to and singing Rather Be by Clean Bandit

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