Chapter 11: Hoarding an Irishman

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Harry heard his phone ring and walked away from the kitchen, where he assisted his mother cook dinner. His sister was working in her bedroom, concentrating on her work for she would be graduating from college soon.

            “Hello?” he greeted then held the phone away from his ear, wincing from how much the loud voice had pierced his ear drum.

            “Harry! I’m in big trouble!”

            “Niall?”

            “I missed my flight!”

            “You what?!”

            “Yeah, and now I have to wait a few says before boarding another flight to Mullingar.” Niall whined as he stood in the middle of the airport with his bag.

            “I’m sorry Niall- wait, how did you manage to miss your flight?” Harry asked as he quirked a brow at nothing, he was sure that Niall had had enough time to board his plane when he left the university.

            “Well . . . um, you see the thing is- I ate.” Niall admitted.

            “Okay?” Harry lengthened his confusion.

            “There were just so many fast food joints and I couldn’t help myself, so I ate at as many restaurants as I could but then I noticed the time and I was at the other end of the airport . . . so I missed my flight.”

            “Niall . . . I can’t even- how on earth?” Harry asked as his fingers raked through his curls and a deep sigh left his nose. He breathed in to calm himself and maybe settle his confusion.

            “Hey, at least I’m not hungry.” Niall spoke as he looked at the bright side of things; he had a tendency to do that. Always look at everything with the glass half-full, or even spilling over with beer. He was always so cheerful and that’s what attracted people to him, Harry was jealous of that and wished he had that quality.

            “Oh, now we know this is a serious situation,” Harry chuckled and looked to the watch on his wrist. “So a few days huh?”

            “Yeah, and the reason I called is because I was wondering if I could possibly stay for a day or two?” Niall asked with hope lacing his voice, and Harry could just see those beautiful blues glistening to persuade him to say yes. So Harry sighed already knowing that he was breaking and nodded his head.

            “Sure thing, do you want me to pick you up?”

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