Maybe

02: Skype Names and Bad Plans

[[ A/N: I've written six chapters already & have almost finished the seventh, so I see no reason why you shouldn't have this extra treat. Niall's chapters are a little shorter than Tori's because, well, Tori's fictional and I can create her, whereas Niall is real and people will wring my neck if I do not get certain aspects of him right - for example, his language, which is admittedly a lot fancier than what I'm sure he speaks like, but I'm not going to dumb it down because I risk making him a stupid blond rich celebrity. And no one wants that.

Also, Harry is heavily featured in this version, more so than the others, because I enjoy writing about him. I feel that he's quite smart, but can have a really stupid childish side to him which is showcased in this chapter, and also has a side which is protective of Niall, which is funny because Niall's also protective of him.. in this case, anyway.

I'm going to stop rambling. Enjoy the chapter! xx ]]

Niall POV

"Who's that?" Harry asks, setting his stuff down. I quickly switch tabs. If he knew I was stalking the girl I've been chatting to's twitter page, I would never hear the end of it. "Niall."

"Harry, what are you doing in London?" I ask, running a hand through my already ruffled hair. "I thought you were in LA."

"Hah. That's what you're supposed to think." He smirks at me, telling me that he's got one of those stupid plans going where he tries to get out of the public eye - and fails, because he goes to a party or pops into Radio One.

"And what is your genius plan this time, Harry?" I ask, not really interested, but wanting him to get out of the room so I could continue looking for a selfie. What girl doesn't have selfies on their twitter page?

"I tweeted that I'm in LA, but I'm really going to spend quality bro time with you," he says, grinning. He's obviously very proud of the stupid plan.

"And you didn't tell me this beforehand because..?"

"Well, I was going to go with Louis, but he's in Paris with Eleanor. And then I was going to go with Liam, but he's in Disneyland with Danielle. And then I was thinking of spending time with Zayn, but Perrie's really sick so I can't stay with him - that leaves you. Single together, yeah?" Then he runs forward and changes the tab before I can stop him. "Hah! Or do you have a girlfriend now too?"

"This is not what it looks like," I begin.

"Really? Because it looks like you're stalking her twitter profile to get an idea of what she looks like." He smirks at the dumbfounded expression on my face. "Please, Niall. I've done it before. Look, dumbass, her profile picture."

He clicks on the profile picture to enlarge it, revealing a pretty girl with light brown hair and big blue eyes. "Oh."

"She's hot," he says, patting me on the back. "What's she like?"

"Funny," I say, shrugging like it's not a big deal. "Now quit pressing me for details, Harry, I'm suffocating."

"Fine," he says. "I'm taking the spare room."

He's just picked up his bags when another thought occurs to me. "You know they're going to be suspicious when no Harry Styles shows up at the airport, right?"

Grinning, he turns back to me excitedly. His bags drop to the floor. "That's the genius of my idea. I thought you'd never ask. That's why I was walking slowly, see -"

"Harry, shut up and get to the point."

He takes a deep breath. "I found a lookalike and he's going to party it up with some friends in LA," he blurts out, "while I stay here with you." His eyes flash to the screen. "And a potential girlfriend?"

I feel my cheeks warm up. "I don't even know where she lives, Harry."

"Another problem I can help you with," he says brightly, pointing at the screen. London is written under her bio. "Girls who have selfies as their picture tend to have the right information on their location."

"You know a lot."

"I've done a similar thing," he says cheekily before bouncing merrily out of the room with his bags.

I turn back to my laptop, shaking my head. I had a lot of DMs - mostly from the fans, asking me about rumours and to follow their friends. I answer a few and then search for her DMs, my heart embarrasingly beating faster as I see that she has a new message for me.

hey niall, you back?

sure am :)

great :)

this will sound weird...

i'm used to weird things ;)

but which country do you live in?

england :)

I feel my eyes widening as I type the next question. what's your skype?

i don't know, niall, my mum told me never to talk to strangers ;)

please?

"Have her number yet?" Harry asks, poking his head into my room as Tori replies. I grin at him.

"No, but I have her skype."

"Use your personal," he encourages. "That way, you can talk to her without other fans trying to call you at the same time."

"You know we're not allowed to do that. Ryan would kill me." Ryan's part of our management team - he's the only one who doesn't seem to like us very much. Unluckily, he's also the one who manages our personal interactions with the fans.

"What Ryan doesn't know can't kill him," Harry says, shrugging. "I've given five different girls my personal skype and my number - over twitter - and he's never found out."

"I don't know, Harry," I say, unsure. 

"Niall, you're a pussy, you know that?" he sighs, crossing over to the laptop and typing in my skype name for me. "There. Done." Then he adds call me sometime :)

"I don't even know if it's safe to tell her!" I say, exasperation colouring my tone. "She could spread it."

"Not every girl's like -" Then he cuts himself off. I stare chanllengingly at him, daring him to continue.

"What, like Cassie?" I ask. "It's okay, Harry, I can talk about my ex."

"I just didn't want to bring her up," he says softly. "When you guys broke up, you wouldn't go out anywhere for weeks."

"I remember," I sigh. "Trust me, Harry. Have to be dead to forget."

"I just don't want to see you sad and single anymore, Niall," he says, patting my back. "Take a chance."

"Alright," I agree, pressing send.

"Maybe it'll turn out for the best."