Cupid's Spiral Notebook

Part Two

Niall does not want to turn his phone on.

He's spent a good amount of today on his couch, texting Louis and Harry, and literally getting NOWHERE with the two of them. He really should have just asked Liam to sort it out, but no. Niall Horan was going to put these two together.

Even if it was like talking to a wall.

At least a wall would be far less annoying to talk to.

He loves Harry, and he loves Louis, but holy shit, his two best friends are fucking stupid. 

So obviously, Niall does the one thing that he does when he's frustrated or annoyed.

He goes to his bedroom, whips out the notebook, trots back to his couch and flops down, opening to a new page and uncapping the sharpie.

Hey journal, guess who's back. That's right, it's your favorite owner.

A small smile creeps up onto Niall's lips as he jots the sentence down. Sure, the journal is an inanimate object, but he likes to think of the journal as a third best friend. A best friend that's not a miraculous dumbass. 

I don't have any major updates on this.

Texted both Harry and Louis today. Wanted to pry into their brains, see what's going on inside.

Harry's disgustingly cute when he's in love. He's like a lovesick puppy. It's adorable, but kinda scares me. Anyways.

Niall proceeds to scribble down the results of today into the margins of the page, feeling as if the steam evaporates from his ears the minute the sharpie touches paper, and he's lost in the sound of the marker scratching words into the paper.

They're both so stubborn it's literally going to kill me someday.

Niall has never felt so right about a sentence before. Seriously, he's only twenty and he feels like his golden mane has sprouted some gray strands from these two.

He hears his phone buzz, and he heaves a sigh. Hastily scribbling a goodbye message down, Niall tosses the sharpie into the notebook, and slams its cover down, the sharpie holding the page's position as Niall grabs his phone and unlocks it.

Like he predicted, Harry's been texting him, but thankfully, it's not about his crush. Niall could literally blow away a sailboat with the sigh of relief he's just released.

Harry's texting him about the pizza night, and Niall replies as casually as he can, until a message from Louis shows up, and Niall can almost feel a gray hair emerge as he opens it. 

More ramblings about Harry, and this time, Niall can sense that Louis is very, very drunk. It's a combination of the way he's typing and the constant misspellings. He opens Harry's message again and lies, saying he has to go because he needs to shower. It's a half-lie, since he really does need to shower, but he has to text Liam.

That's what he does, and Liam informs Niall that they're at the same pub, and sends a blurry photo of Louis as proof. Louis is wearing no shirt, and Niall assumes that his friend's stripped down at some point. He's also wearing his signature blue jeans, and he's very close to some random man, and Liam makes it a point to tell Niall that Louis is very flirty. 

All Niall has to say is to keep Louis away from his phone and to keep Harry updated on the pizza night, and as soon as he sends the message, he's off to hop into the shower.

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He's still rubbing the towel through his messy blonde hair when he gets to his bedroom, and quickly throws on a random tee and pajama pants for bed. Throwing the towel into the hamper like a basketball star as he emerges into the hallway, he scurries downstairs to check his phone. 

Nothing from Louis or Liam, but tons of Harry texts. Niall only reads the first one, and yep. More oblivious pining. 

Niall quickly grabs his journal, flips open to the page his marker is resting on, and scribbles down one sentence.

They're my best friends, and miraculously, i'm best friends with two fucking idiots.