Skylar Collins worked her ass off to get to where she is. So, becoming best friends with Niall Horan and Louis Tomlinson was just an extra added bonus.
Where friendship came easy with Niall and Louis, Skylar and Harry struggle to even talk to each...
POV: you can't find a song for the chapter THE MOMENT YOU HAVE ALL BEEN WAITING FOR LETS MEET HARRY This chapter is going to be pretty long but I'm so excited for it This is top golf for later reference if you don't know what it is
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It's like bowling but with golf
Skylars's POV London is freezing in February, so I'm glad I dragged Niall shopping with me for winter clothes before we left. When we landed I had the rest of the day to get settled in at Niall's place. He didn't really have that much settling in to do, considering he lives here most of the time. Louis was coming over later to discuss an overview for our time here, what we had to get done, and how our day to day would be. Boring stuff.
"When did Louis get so boring?" I ask Niall, who was helping me fold clothes from my bags into a small dresser in his guest bedroom. It was more than enough space.
"When he became responsible for our careers," he replies, struggling with how to fold a black skirt. I watched him fold it one way, then another before I gently took it and laid it flat in the bottom of the drawer. We finish unpacking, then he leaves my room, probably to go unpack from his two week trip to L.A. I flop down on the ridiculously comfortable bed and scroll through Instagram. My heart nearly stops when I see that Harry has liked Niall's post of me. Oh my god, Harry Styles has seen pictures of me. He knows who I am.
My panicked thoughts are interrupted by sounds and smells from the kitchen. Food!
I walk out of the bedroom and see Niall making Kraft mac and cheese. "We're going to the store later," he says over his shoulder, stirring the noodles.
"Okay," I say, sitting down at one of his barstools. "What time is Louis coming over?" I ask.
"About an hour. He's going to give you so much shit for moving in with me. I wouldn't even bother to try to explain our relationship."
"How would you explain it?" I say as he pours the noodles into two bowls.
"You're a beautiful and amazing girl, and our friendship is not worth throwing away over a stupid label. You are important to me and I need you in my life, you're my best friend." Silence. "Mac and cheese?" He slides the bowl over to me.
He sits down next to me and we eat together, talking about his new single, which is just perfect, and how the fuck we're supposed to write an album in 4 months.
"I'm getting another tattoo," I say.
"Of what?" He asks.
"You're not paying for this one."
"We'll see."
"I want one on my hip that says 'one life for the two of us'," I say. I haven't opened up to him about much yet, not since the night I told him about Drew, the same night I got my first tattoo. There was still a lot I had to open up to him about. Tyler, Jacob, Drew, Marshall. I love how it all draws back to certain people and I still put it all on my shoulders and blame myself. Each person has a lovely story that draws back to my trauma today. It's been years since it all has happened, but hundreds of therapy sessions and I still struggle with anxiety, depression, and PTSD. But, in the words of John Mulaney, we don't have time to unpack all that. I just can't ever find a good time to tell him stuff, all we ever do is fun, happy things. "I have a few tattoos I want to get. Maybe I'll get them while we're in London."
