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Thirty-Two

Somehow, I managed not to burst a blood vessel in my head when I came downstairs and Niall continued teasing me about Harry and I's... fornication. Harry just seemed to roll his eyes as I went for the attack, I tried punching Niall but that didn't work. Then I tried slapping him when he still wouldn't stop, that also didn't work. But you know what did work? When we were leaving the apartment, Niall still hadn't shut up and I was 3 seconds away from having a migraine from his high pitch moans; I leant up on my toes, popped my finger in my mouth, coating it in spit and then without a second thought, poked him right in the ear.

I had never heard Niall squeal so loud before. I broke out laughing and so did Harry, I literally bent over with tears as Niall grasped at his ear and turned around with wide eyes and a disgusted look on his face.

"You did not just give me a wet willy?" He demanded but I couldn't talk, I was laughing too hard. He wiped off his ear and then dived for me, I didn't see it coming but Harry did and he stood in front of me.

My knight in... well in a black leather jacket and skinny jeans. But still.

"You deserved it after all the teasing." Harry held his hand out to hold Niall's chest away, which by the way was heaving up and down with anger. I managed to stand up straight and look him in the eye from over Harry's shoulder, I stuck my tongue out at him and he launched for me again. Thankfully Harry pushed my back again, they shared a look before Niall shrugged his shoulders and turned around muttering,

"Whatever, I'm not arsed anyways."

"Yeah sure your not." I giggled and he spun his neck around so fast I don't know how it didn't break.

"What was that?" He asked.

"Zur, baby, don't poke the bear yeah?" Harry scoffed next to me shaking his head.

"Sorry." I laughed and shrugged my shoulders at Niall who squinted his eyes and turned back around. I flipped him off from behind his back,

"I saw that." he sang out.

"No, you didn't." I sang back.

"Yes, I did."

And that went on for... well until Harry dropped me off at work this morning. He had rubbed his forehead and kissed me goodbye to which I leant forward and said,

"Sorry about all of this, remember you'll get your prize for winning this morning?"

And when I pulled away and saw that award winning bright smile with both dimples, I knew he'd long forgotten about Niall and I's childish behaviour.

I don't know why Niall brings out the child in me but he's like a brother. And pretty much being an only child, he makes me feel a lot of things that Max should've made me feel. I feel stupid and goofy around him, I know if I argue with him that it's just a matter of shrugging it off and it not being a bigger issue. Niall is basically my non-biological brother at this point and I'm not mad about it.

This is the last week of work, well we finish for good on Wednesday and then we don't open again until the new year. Sal has a few personal orders for family and loyal customers where she comes into the shop up until Christmas Eve but she doesn't need our help, even though I offer, I think she likes the time alone. I don't blame her, being in this shop can be so peaceful at times.

The day flew by with lots of Christmas orders, so many wreaths my fingers were stinging by the end. If it wasn't for the gloves I know for sure id be covered in cuts but taking those gloves off at the end of the day and washing my hands... god well it was like taking your bra off.