CHAPTER 39
ALLIE POV
"ooooh Nialler who are ya textin?" I asked as i ran up and hopped onto his back. He blushed a deep shade of red. "You have a girl!" I paused. "OMG GUYS NIALLER-" Niall slammed his hand over my mouth. I licked his hand and then jumped off his back. "You are disgusting." Niall spat reffering to his hand that was covered in my saliva. "So Niall who's the special girl?" He looked left and right and then pushed me into the storage room.
He witched the light on.
"Allie when I tell you this you cant tell anyone. Esppeciall any of the boys." I nodded. "Alyssa." He grinned. "The fan we met at the cconcert like 2 weeks ago." He nodded. "You go Nialler!" He laughed and shook his head. "Oh by the way Allie." I looked up. "Thanks for being the most amazing sister ive never had." He winked. "Awe Niall!" I cooed. I gave him a hug and kissed his cheek. I tried to pull away but i couldnt. He had a tight grip on me. I looked up at him and he had a cheeky look on his face. He quickly scooped me up into his arms. I laughed. "Niall s-stop." I stutered as he tickled me in his arms. He opened the door to the storage room and we both fell to the ground laughing. "Niall your such a dork." I laughed hitting his chest. "I cant believe you tripped over your own bloody foot. D.O.R.K." I laughed as I let myself relax on his chest. "Honestly Allie I love you." "I love you too Nialler!" I smied.
"Allie?" I looked up to see a very confused Harry. "Oh hey babe!" I said as i jumped up and ficed my shirt.
HARRY POV
"She's mine just remember that."
sorrry for boring chapter tomorrows will be way better i got home late ;/
how old do yu all think i am? anyway luv u all sorry for boring ass chapter
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