Irish Fish ↠ Niall Horan

chapter twelve

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Ali's POV

Waking up, I stretched slowly and looked around. I noticed people still sleeping, Niall snoring loudly. I chuckled and realized Harry wasn't there. Must've gone inside, I thought to myself before quietly getting up and walking towards the house. Crossing the threshold to the kitchen I saw a shirtless Harry standing at the island messily eating a bowl of Cheerios.

Smiling when he saw me he stood and got me a bowl of my own and poured me some cereal. Frowning slightly he said, "they should make taco flavored cereal. I'd like that," his eyes lit up as he gasped, "and they could call them Tac-O's! I could make them. I could be rich, you know?"

I started at him before bursting into a fit of giggles. Wiping some milk off of his chin I said, "First off, Haz, you're already rich. Second of all, I don't think many people would enjoy taco flavored cereal."

He looked at me before agreeing, but not before arguing that it'd still be a good idea.

As I was standing up to put my bowl in the sink I felt a pair of arms around me and spin me around. Soft lips connected with mine and my eyes widened when I realized it was Harry. Things moving too fast for me to understand what was going on, I stood there motionless as Harry tried to get me to kiss back. Suddenly I heard the door open and a mumbled, "what the fuck?" I quickly pulled back to see sleepy Niall standing at the door staring at us with wide eyes.

He looked back and forth between Harry and I before his expression turned to one of sadness, then anger and he stormed back outside, heavily slamming the door behind him.

Shocked, I looked at Harry before saying, "we shouldn't have done that. That was a mistake. You didn't mean to do that."

Harry sighed, "it wasn't a mistake, Ali, I like you. I really do."

"No you don't."

"I do, Ali. Why don't you believe me?"

"Because I... I don't-"

"I like you and you like me, what more is there to this?" Harry asks, growing frustrated.

"Harry I'm sorry but I don't like you like that, you're more of a brother to me than anything else." I stumbled over my words, the only thing on my mind was Niall and guilt was eating me alive.

Harry grunted and walked away, I don't know where to, with a slightly disappointed appearance.

I decided to go back outside and explain things to Niall. I really did like him and it's upsetting that that's what it took to get me to realize it.

Just as I was walking outside my phone buzzed, signaling a text. Looking down, I read it to see that it was from Luca.

hey :)

hi

what are you up to?

just chilling with some friends, you?

missing you :(

I slowed my steps down some, frowning at the screen. I didn't like him like that, I thought I'd made it clear. Awkwardly typing back a reply I tried to act as if that hadn't phased me.

I know, I'm fabulous :)

I'm well aware ;) how about you let me take you out tomorrow?

I hesitated. Obviously things with Niall and Harry were only going downhill from here so why not have a little fun? Looking around I quickly sent my reply before I changed my mind.

sounds good :)

WOW WHO IS THE LITTLE SHIT WHO WROTE THIS GOD DAMN WHY THEY WRITIN STUFF LIKE THIS WHAT'S GOING ON MAN
LUUUUCA yoU FUCKBOYYYY ooooOoh