Summer Love (a Niall Horan Fan Fiction)

Summer Love - Chpt. 3

"Louis!" I yell at him, from the couch, "Give my back my phone! I'm calling someone." Louis's eye brow raises and he gives me a cheeky grin.

"Someone, special?" He says smugly. All of the boys; Harry, Zayn, Liam and Louis, know that I have a girl friend.

"Yes, someone special." I say, slightly annoyed at Louis, for being so childish, even though he's the oldest guy in One Direction.

Louis slowly gives into my plead to hand my back my phone. As I get my phone back off him, Liam walks into the room, texting someone. Probably his girl friend. Louis looks at Liam as he strolls in, but looks back at me. I give him the 'no, don't steal it' look, and he seems to obey.

I get up off the small faded purple sofa and out of the room with my phone. It's 6:50, so I guess it's a good time to call Jessie.

As the phone dials her number, and rings, I plan what I'm going to say. When will we meet up again? What should we do?

"Nialler!" she says, in her usual cheerful voice. Although, over the phone, she seems a lot younger sounding.

"Babe!" I say, practically walking in circles, so happy to hear her voice, with a smile on my face that makes me look like an idiot.

"You need to call more," she says, "when I try to call, you never answer," she says, then adding, "but you're probably just busy."

"Yeah, yeah I am," I say, still walking in circles, "how are you anyway?"

"I guess I'm good," she says glumly, "but who cares about me? How is our world famous superstar going?" She says, giggling, I laugh, she sounds just like my mum or grand mother. I know she does it on purpose though, to tease me.

"Don't be silly," I say, "I care about you, with all my heart," I say. I can hear nothing but silence for moments over the phone.

"I care about you with all my heart, too, Nialler," she says, sighing slightly. We talk over the phone for ages, I walk around, everywhere, not even realising because our thoughts and conversations are so deep.

"I'll be home tomorrow, and I will come straight to your place to give you a hug," I say.

"A Horan Hug?" She says sweetly.

"Babe, of course a Horan Hug," I say smiling from ear to ear, "only special people get them."

As we say good bye to each other, Harry walks into the room. I'm sitting on the couch, taking up the whole thing, so Harry logically just plonks himself right on top of my legs. After I have ended the call with Jessie, I try to maneuver my legs out of Harry's tight bum-grip, and sit on the couch normally, with Harry sitting next to me, normally too. He flicks through the channels on the TV and then turns it off, because nothing caught the 'Styles Eye.'

"Who were you just talking to," Harry asks, looking curious.

"My girl friend," I say, quite proudly (Harry doesn't have one).

"Name?"

"Jessie," I say.

Harry just stares at me, looking at me from head to toe, which is hard, because I'm sitting down. His dark curls staying perfectly in place, and his green eyes burning into me as he inspects me, for no reason.

"What the hell are you doing?" I ask him, "If I may ask."

"Looking at you," he says, still looking, "Does she have any friends," he says giving me a playful wink and a smug grin. Harry is the flirt of the group.

"Yeah, she does," I say, "A whole lot."

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At the Walker (Jessie's) House