Lost Words [discontinued]

{ Chapter 27-Mr. Chatty }

(SONG: Now I Can Talk- Two Door Cimema Club)

Harry left the flat nearly an hour before I started to grow bored. I looked at the clock; 3;47pm. Harry left at 2:30. I groaned and picked up the remote off the couch and shut the television off. I took my phone out of my boot and scrolled through my contacts. Once I got to the name I wished to speak to, I pressed dial and waited seven long rings before he finally picked up. I heard loud cheering and screaming through the receiver, and feminine voices speaking of carrots and whatnot.

"Hey, Ducky!" Niall said happily. "How's the princess doing?"

"I'm doing fine, Penguin", I answered with a laugh. "How are you? I feel like I haven't talked to you in ages."

"I know. It's been a torturous two days, hasn't it?" he teased, as I could almost hear the wide smirk on his face.

"What're you guys up to?" I wondered.

"We're at a signing."

"And how's that going?"

"Terrible!" he laughed. "The fans are all screaming in my face and demanding I have a carrot eating contest with Louis. They're saying Louis would win!"

I couldn't help but laugh at what the blonde told me. Between Louis and Niall in an eating contest? No doubt Niall would win. It was just so silly how their fans got so caught up in the fantasy that Louis actually enjoyed the taste of carrots. He hated them, which only brought me to find it even more hysterical.

"That's a lie. You would totally win, Niall."

I didn't hear a response from the boy. Only a faint shout; 'Give it back!'

"Niall would totally win what?" spoke a non-Irish voice.

"Liam?"

"This is he."

"You're such an idiot", I chuckled.

"Maybe. Oh! Were you guys talking about the carrot eating contest?"

"Yeah."

"Well then, yes. Niall would totally win."

Quiet static sounded from the receiver as yet another voice seeped into my ear.

"Louis here!" I could hear Niall in the background demanding he get his phone back, but just how they were, the boys refused. "Okay, Niall is about to attack me! Here's Zayn!"

"Hey, Addy", Zayn cheered. Before I could respond, Zayn warned the boys; "No one better kick me in the balls this time... Harry!"

"Why don't you just give the phone back to Niall", I suggested.

"No way!" he exclaimed.

"Zayn, give me my goddamn phone!" Niall demanded.

"Oh, crap", Zayn said before abrupt static surged through the receiver. I waited patiently for someone different to speak. This had given me déjà vu; the phone stealing, the boys talking.

"Hello, beautiful."

"Hi, Harry", I said, blushing.

"HI, ADDEH", I heard Louis shout.

"What's up, babe?" Harry asked cheekily.

"I'm serious, guys! Give me my phone!"

"You guys are so mean to each other", I laughed.

"Perhaps", Harry said jokingly. "But Niall really wants his phone, so I'll have to go."

"Alright. I'll see you all later?"

"Of course. Here, Nialler!" The phone shifted, and static sounded before it went back to the cheering of hundreds of fans.

"Well the boys took up all of my time to talk to you, so I've gotta get going, love", Niall said, disappointed.

"Well, I guess I'll see you guys later, yeh?"

"Sure, babe", he said, once again excited. "See you later. Bye, Ducky."

"Bye, Penguin." With that, I hung up.

[Harry's POV]

Niall hung up, a wide grin on his face. His cheeks burned violently with reds and pinks as he stared wistfully at the ground. He had begun to annoy me, it was becoming intolerable. I wanted to know why he was always so... happy, and always blushing when he talked to Addison. More than anything else, I wanted to know what the deal was with the pet names. Penguin? Ducky? Was there a specific reason that they called each other that? Was there something I wasn't getting, or was it some sort of inside back-and-forth sort of thing I wasn't in on? Could it have just been a nickname like she had told me, or was it more? Was it that it was so easy to come up with a cute name for Niall and not me? Or was it that she found that a pet name such as 'Penguin' was more suited for a guy like Niall? There were so many possibilities, but the main thing that I hated, the one thing that irked me the most about the pet name situation was that I didn't have one, but Niall did. The way I felt about it was certainly something new to me. There was some kind of rage burning inside of me, of which I couldn't control. I was used to being angry, as the lads always said I could get really worked up for the smallest things. It was somewhat true; I did get upset a lot, but this kind of anger what different. It was almost as if I were.. jealous.

Niall made his way back to his seat at the other end of the table as I closely observed him. The way he couldn't stop smiling as fans passed him, asking for a signature on their copies of the Take Me Home album. Suddenly, a loud shriek filled the air around the centre as many people grew silent. We didn't know what had happened, only that a teenage girl screamed because she was possibly a little too excited. As paramedics weaved through the crowd, I soon realized that the girl had fainted. I wasn't surprised the least bit. At a signing, at least one or two fans would pass out.

The paramedics propped her on the stretcher and wheeled her out of the crowd, and luckily, she was still breathing. I took this as an opportunity. Though the fans continued on through the line, I stood up from my chair, slowly making my way toward Niall. He was busy signing a girl's poster; 'To Elizabeth, you are so amazing, Thank you for being our fan. Niall x'. As he put his finishing touches on his signature, I gripped the back of his chair, accidentally skimming his shirt, which he felt. I could tell he was purposely taking his time on signing; adding extra lines, hearts, designs that weren't really necessary, as he could tell I was not happy with him. I began to grow impatient. I was so close to grabbing him by the neck of his shirt and pulling him out of his chair to hover over the ground. Though it was something I wanted to do, I didn't. He saw this, that I was becoming sick of his stalling, and quickly wrapped it up. The girl thanked him kindly and made her way down the line.

Once she was out of earshot, I coughed, and casually bent down to Niall's height. He was trying his hardest to ignore my presents, but he knew that I wasn't going to leave, and that made him nervous. As I knelt down to him, my hair barely brushed his ear, making him slightly jump.

"Don't call her anymore, Niall", I hissed harshly. "I mean it."

I leaned away from him as a young girl around the age of eleven approached us. She had the sweetest smile, and the most adorable dark curls. I quickly put on a smile as she handed Niall her Take Me Home album. "C-can I have you guys' autograph, please?"

"Of course, sweetheart", Niall said happily, but I could sense in his voice a bit of shakiness. "Who should I make it out to?" Niall uncapped his pen and prepared to write.

"Elaina."