Chapter 6

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I went in the next day to Corrina's coffee castle to try and clear my head.
I wanted to figure out why I hated her.
Sure the album sells made me anxious, and I didn't like the thought of losing my job, buy I couldn't help but think that there was something deeper.

"Hi Corrina. Just a black coffee and bagel please."

"Of course harry! My new employee, Calum, will have it right out."

I smile and nod and walk away.
I go to look at the wall of famous people to see if she's added anyone else.
To my surprise I see a picture of Niall and Viola. Dated from this morning?

Suddenly a hand slaps my shoulder.

"Harry mate! Come sit with us! We're just having breakfast before going into the studio." Niall says to me.

I don't think this is a good idea at first, but I love Niall so I go with it.

I sit down next to him at the booth and across from Viola.

"Hey Viola, is it ok if Harry joins us?"

"Yeah…sure." She says, taking a sip of her coffee.

"So viola, why don't you tell Harry all about yourself while I run to the restroom."

He gets up before either of us can object.

"I'm not telling you about myself." She says after a minute.

"Didn't want to hear it." I respond.

After a few seconds she questions me.

"Why do you hate me?"

"What?"

"Did you not hear me the first time grandpa? Why do you hate me? I haven't done anything to you."

"You stole our bloody album sales and you're going to turn Niall into this crazy love obsessed man thing."

"Ok number one I can't help I'm successful and number two how do you know that?"

"I've seen it happen with every girl he dates. He had this one girlfriend Peyton and he was crazy about her, but he had to break up with her because he had turned absolutely mad."

"I don't think that's gonna happen with me." She says.

"Whatever you say."
I say back.

"Hey lads what did I miss?" Niall says, walking back from the bathroom.

"Nothing important. I'm ready to go." She tells him.

He offers his hand to her and she accepts, and they leave without another word.

"Here's your coffee, mister styles."

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