Chapter 3 [ Pre- Concert Food]

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(Harry's POV)

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(Harry's POV)

The next morning I woke up to what felt like weights being dropped on me. I let out a painful groan as i slowly opened my eyes to reveal a head of blond hair. " Niall what the fuck" i breathed out still trying to recover from the pain in my rib.

Niall looked at me with a glare and then asked if I've forgotten something, I quickly rummaged through my brain trying to hide the fact I forgot something that's important to Niall.

He looked at me sighed "God you're hopeless aren't you?" He mumbled quietly before yelling " TODAYS MY CONCERT DID YOU SERIOUSLY FORGET?!" I was hit with the realization that Niall was right, along with a pillow he threw right at my head. Today was the concert and I'd forgotten. I didn't know how since I had stayed up all night stressing out about it.

I grabbed my phone off of the desk where I had left it the night before and checking the time that read 10:27. I looked up at Niall who was just standing there awkwardly and gave him a confused look, " it's barely 10:30 why did you think waking me up would be a good idea?" I grumbled. Niall quickly replied with saying " because I know you take hours to get ready, now cmon get up I don't have all day " I looked at him with a shocked expression because that was very much a lie. " I do not" I spoke lowly giving Niall a look for waking me.

Since I was already up I might as well start my day. I furrowed my eyebrows before speaking " doesn't the concert start at 8:00?" being suddenly hit with the realization that he still could've slept for hours.

Niall stayed silent for a bit before sighing in defeat and talking softly " I just wanted to spend some time with my best frienddd before it started" making sure to emphasize the words best friend. I looked up at him and smiled before telling him to hold up and let me change first. After Niall said ok he just stood there and I gave him a confused look and all he did was give me the same look back. " Are you just gonna watch me change or something?" Niall had a slight tint of blush from the embarrassment and quickly apologized before exiting the room.

I quickly opened the door to my closet not trusting Niall to be in his house alone for too long. I pulled out a plain black t-shirt and a some black skinny jeans, sliding my shoes on right before he exited the room.

As I walked down the stairs I stopped to try to listen for a sound. Any sound, but there was none. I pinched the bridge of my nose not even wanting to know what Niall was doing but quickly made my way down the flight of stairs. "NIALL, NIALL WHERE ARE YOU" I yelled out before I heard slightly muffled yell out a "hearrr" from the kitchen.

I walked into the kitchen and saw Niall with a shit ton of whipped cream all over his face, but not just that it was all over the counters, floors, and fridge. I was internally screaming at myself for letting Niall roam around my house with no supervision.

Niall looked at me and said "what" not even seeing the mess that he's made. I looked at him with a raised eyebrow, " you're gonna help me clean up this mess just so you know" Niall let out a groan but complied anyways.

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