web of lies - l.s.

Chapter Six

"I think it was a way that someone who was living a double life would try to keep track of his stories, to not slip up and get caught." -Clay Ginglen
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[Harry's P.O.V.]
After the recording on Wednesday, nothing exciting happened for the rest of the week. I attended school and Niall would always hang out with me afterward. Nothing big. But it's now the weekend. Saturday.

"Harry!" Niall busted into my bedroom.

I was sitting on my bed scrolling through my Twitter and Instagram accounts. I don't even look up because it is so obvious that it's Niall. He's the only one with an Irish accent that would run into my room.

"I didn't know you were home, what's happening?" I say—my gaze still on my phone, not bothering to look up.

"Let's go somewhere! I'm bored," he whines.

"Like where?"

"Ice skating!!"

  I finally manage to look up from my phone.

  "You know it's September, right?" I question, genuinely concerned.

  I watch as his face falls.

  "Oh.."

  "Sorry mate, what else do you have in mind?"

"I heard there's a football match happening later," he shrugs.

"Don't we need tickets?"

"I'm pretty sure it's for charity so you can buy tickets when you arrive. There's no pre-purchase thing."

"Um..okay. What time is it at?"

I carefully throw my phone on my bed and stand up, walking to my dresser.

"Not sure. Let me check," the blue-eyed boy states as he pulls out his phone from his jean pocket and takes a seat on my bed.

"M'kay."

I pull out a red flannel, a black t-shirt, and some skinnies before walking into the bathroom. I quickly change and re-open the door.

  "It's at noon," the brown—currently blonde—haired boy informed.

  "What time is it now?" I ask.

  "Eleven."

  "We should get going. We don't want to get bad seats."

  Niall grabs his snapback and sunglasses as I do the same.

  We walk out the door and make sure to lock it. I decide I want to drive so we walk out to my Classic Mercedes Benz.

Excitement bubbles in my stomach as we approach the arena. I haven't been to a football—or soccer as the Americans call it— game in so long. The Doncaster Rovers were playing against some team from down south.

I can practically see Niall jumping up and down in the passenger seat.

"You good?" I ask.

"Yeah. Yup. Mhm. Uh-huh. Yes. Mhm. I'm feeling fabulous!"

I laugh as I pull into a parking spot.

We exit the car and our legs lead us to the entrance. There's a small line but we don't mind waiting as it quickly moves.

"Hello, boys!" The lady exclaims as we walk up.

"Hello," I greet.

  The lady flicks her head up and I watch as her eyes widen in shock.