that's for my boyfriend! ▸ narry

▸ when can she meet my stud muffin boyfriend

a/n: first order of business: i'm so sorry for neglecting this story.  i've had a lot going on recently as my family has begun a move. second order of business: mrs. chesterfield is not the same one from jessie.  i imagine her looking something like betty white or selma stern.  i didn't even realize the reference.  i just thought it sounded very old lady-ish.  now onto the story.

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niall laughed, gleefully, "how will your fanbase react when the great harry styles couldn't even catch an irish wimp."

harry smiled and lunged at niall, successfully tackling him to the ground, "and the great harry styles conquered the irish wimp."

"get off me, you arse."

"as you wish, irish wimp."

"i'm never going to live that down, am i?"

"never," harry grinned.  "and since i'm calling you irish wimp, it's only fair you call me the great harry styles."

"haha.  in your dreams, styles."

they took a moment to catch their breath and harry lied down on the floor.

"why did you even pretend to have a boyfriend in the first place?"

"i dunno.  i guess i was tired of all the starbucks patrons scoffing at me.  i thought maybe having a boyfriend would make it better?  it was a really stupid plan."

"that i can agree with."

"come off it," niall rolled his eyes.

"don't you roll your eyes at me horan or i'll-"

"you'll what?"

"dump you and start dating louis."

niall gasped and clutched his heart, dramatically, "god forbid.  my heart is shattering.  i can feel it break.  i think i'll die of broken heart, at only 22."

harry laughed, "louis won't mind that much, will he?"

"nah.  i think he'll overlook the fact you killed me as you want to be his boyfriend."

harry frowned, "that's kind of horrible."

"only joking.  he'd probably kill you and then bring you back to life to date you."

"talk about a complicated relationship," he paused for a breath.  "so what do you do niall?"

"most of the time i just babysit louis. what about you?"

"you know. tours interviews.  i don't really have that much free time anymore."

"how'd you even get famous?"

"i was on the x factor.  got in third place and a song we had recorded in advance leaked.  everyone loved it and i ended up more famous than the actual winner.  i feel kind of bad about that."

"you should.  poor guy wins the x factor and winds up forgotten."

"yeah."

"you know you're not bad, popstar."

"you're not bad either, irish wimp."

niall groaned, "i thought you were going to let that go."

"as if.  i don't think i'll ever let that go."

niall was about to respond when a ding interrupted him.

"crap," he murmured.

"what's wrong?" harry asked furrowing his eyebrow.

"my mom wants to know, 'when can she meet my stud muffin boyfriend?'" niall said, using air quotes.

harry guffawed.

"shut up."

"but we have to make arrangements for her to meet your 'stud muffin boyfriend'."

"asshole," niall muttered.

"i'm hurt.  how could you say that about your stud muffin."

niall covered his face with his arm, "can you just not?"

harry's grin stretched his entire face and niall would never tell but so did his.

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new chapter for all you lovelies.  thank you for all your comments.  i'd like you to know that i have read each and every one of them and they make me smile.  thank you as well for everyone who voted on the previous chapters. i love you all. bye!