STILL | NH |

TWENTY ONE

Niall

I just told Harry that I'm going with Rigby to Texas for Christmas.

And boy do I regret it.

Not that Harry is upset, but because he will not shut up about it. How I'm going to meet her parents and everything, as if I wasn't nervous enough.

When she asked me I felt like I didn't even hesitate to say yes. Why wouldn't I want to spend Christmas with her?

I had been battling my own thoughts for how to admit to her how I felt, knowing that every time I saw her my feelings just seemed to multiply and I was tired of not being able to hold her, to touch her.

The amount of times I had gotten off just thinking about her at this point is embarrassing, it was like I was fifteen all over again.

"You're telling me, you are going to Texas with the girl you don't even have the balls to kiss?" We were putting up inventory, both of us in the kitchen area of The Bunk Off. "I mean, what are you going to do about sleeping in the same room? Are you even sleeping in the same room?"

"Oh my god, I'm working on it alright!" My laugh bounces around us as I grab a handful of napkins and tuck them away in the cabinet. "And no. She booked us separate hotel rooms."

I wasn't the happiest when Rigby told me she paid for our rooms and when she wouldn't let me split the cost with her. Especially after she paid for both of our flights, which she also refused to let me pay for.

We were leaving the day after the Christmas party at June's, our flight leaving at eight in the morning which meant we both had to be at the airport at six. The travel was pretty straight forward, with just one layover in Atlanta for a few hours.

"Have you gotten all the stuff you need, like gift wise?" Harry was breaking down a box, stacking it with the others we needed to take out.

Standing up, I reached up to run my hand through my hair letting out a breath. "Yeah, I got her something to open at the party and then for her parents house." I didn't want to admit to him that I went back and forth for days on what to get her, I'm sure she was more prepared than I was.

"What about Margo?" I pulled the cabinet shut, placing the last of the inventory items in the correct places before turning to him, leaning my hip on the counter. "Rigs said you were trying to pick something out for her?"

Harry looked away, his cheeks turning the slightest shade of pink.

"Harry Styles, are you blushing right now?" Smirking, I crossed my arms as I waited for him to meet my gaze.

"Okay, so what if I am?" Throwing his arms out at his sides, he looked stressed.

Poor guy.

Walking through the doors of the kitchen and out into the front of the house, Harry was mumbling behind me.

"So I got her the poetry book and just made notes in it, like she does."

Harry was the one who hadn't stopped nagging me about the non existent relationship between Rigby and I and I hadn't stopped doing the same to him about Margo.

He really picked up his comments about it after Rigby had her wisdom teeth taken out. And you know what? I don't blame him.

Having her at my house for those couple of days were a couple of the best days since I've gotten to know her. I couldn't believe I bought her flowers, that was something I hadn't done since I ended things with Carragh a little over a year ago.