"Harry!"
"Niall!"
The two best friends hugged each other tightly in a giant bear hug in the middle of the cookies and bisquit aisle of Tesco. They haven't seen each other in months, as Harry went on vacation in LA and Niall didn't know when Harry will be back. He tried calling his best friend but it was always unattended. That's why he nearly jumped 20 feet high when someone poked his sides from behind and whispered a 'boo' in his ear.
"You bastard! Oh my, God! I missed you so much!" Niall's said hugging his more taller best friend even tighter. "When did you came back? And why didn't you answer your phone? I've been trying to call you but your phone is always unattended," Niall said as they both pulled away from the hug. "Sorry," Harry said. "I kinda, maybe lost it while in LA," he sheepishly said as Niall laughed. In the span of their friendship, Harry had to buy two or three new phones every year because he tends to leave his things unattended. "But I got a new one, but I left it at home charging. Save my number there and text me later and tell me it's you so I can save it," he said.
Niall pulled out his phone and went to the dialing screen. "What's your number?" He asked. "044-uh?" Harry trailed off. Niall raised off his eyebrows, waiting for Harry to finish. "You don't remember your new number, do you?" Niall asked, trying not to laugh.
"No!" Harry protested. "I know what my number is, hold on," he said as he looked up thinking, trying to remember the exact numbers of his mobile. He snapped his fingers when he remembered them. He told Niall the rest, but hesitated when he forgot yet again the last two numbers. Was it 14 or 17? He thought. Following his gut instincts, hoping its his he said, "17." Niall saved up the number in his phone, not knowing that wasn't Harry's, but to a certain black haired boy.
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Later that night, Niall's decided to text Harry, asking him if he was available this Saturday-Valentine's Day, for dinner and a movie night. Being both in the single squad, they might as well spend it together and have a well deserve bonding time with his best friend he hadn't seen in a month. He took out his phone and opened message.
From: Niall
To: Harry
Sent: 2/11/15, 7:30 PM
Hey Haz !! You busy this Saturday ? If not, wanna come over for dinner and a movie ?? I don't wanna spend the Valentine's alone cryin me eyes out. Bein all alone. Hahaha. Text me back. This Niall by the way. :) x
Niall locked his phone and went to his kitchen to cook up a dinner meal for himself. He took one of his cookbooks-Jamie Oliver's cookbook- and placed it on the countertop. He flipped through pages until he saw one that gave him the appetite. He walked to his fridge and looked for the ingredients needed, until his phone beeped signaling a new message had arrived. He closed the fridge and walked towards the counter where his phone is placed near his cookbook. He unlocked his phone and opened the message.
From: Harry
To: Niall
Received: 2/11/15, 7:37 PM
Hey Niall. I think you got the wrong phone number. But since I'm not doing anything this Saturday, and I don't want you spending Valentine's day crying your eyes out. I'd text back to let you know. Aha! :) .x
Dammit Harry! Niall thought, cursing Harry Styles inside his head as he read the text message. He should've waited till Harry had his phone with him, that way Harry will know exactly what his number is. Niall stared at the screen for a minute contemplating whether he should reply to this person-that isn't clearly Harry as this person said to be-or not. What if this person is a murderer or a criminal or a drug lord or something, using this as a method to track down his phone number and kill him in his sleep? Niall's thought, shuddering at the thought of him being murdered in his sleep. The last thing he held in his hands is a big rainbow teddy bear, not a man. How depressing. As if the person who texted him read his mind, another beep came notifying a new message.
