Unnoticed (Narry)

eight

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H. S.

      I looked around the airport, searching for Louis. It's been a hectic and busy week and I'm totally happy I'm back.

      Louis took over Larry's and I can't wait to see Niall too. The last time I saw him was when he ran out of the diner.

      Louis said he had an emergency and that I shouldn't contact him. It was hard but I refrained myself from calling him.

      Where the fuck is Louis?

       "Harry!" A familiar voice called.

     I saw Louis running towards me. I smiled as he engulfed me in an embrace.

           I missed him a lot.

       "Let's go to Larry's. I want to see what happened and also Niall. Was he at work?" I asked him.

       "Yes, yes, yes. Can we go get lunch or something before you see your boyfriend? Please?" he begged, pouting his lips.

        How can I resist the first man I fell in love with?

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    N.H

          The fucker finally left. Before he went out of Larry's, he handed me a list of things that I was supposed to do.

Go grocery shopping and refill the pantry.

Clean the kitchen.

Clean all the tables.

Clean the toilet.

Clean my office.

    The list goes on and on...

      I thought Harry was supposed to come back today? That asshole.

      Right now, I'm struggling on cooking and sending orders out. Luckily, the diner wasn't full.

      It's only 10 : 33 a.m. and I'm absolutely drenched in sweat. How will I ever finish the list that Louis gave?

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      After the diner closed at 7p.m, I headed to the nearest grocery store to refill the pantry.

      I took a trolley and walked around, taking things and placing it in the pantry.

      Soon, the trolley was full.

          Full. How the fuck am I going to carry those back to the diner?

        After paying for them, I took all the bags and started to walk back to the diner.

     It weighed more than I thought.

      There were about four to five bags in each of my hand and each of them weighed a lot.

         Fucking Louis Tomlinson.

        The pain in my right arm was getting unbearable.

     I can't stop now. I'm almost at Larry's.

         As soon as I reached the diner, I dropped all the plastic bags on the floor.

        My right arm was still hurting but I've only done one thing on that list. With a sigh, I began to put the things I bought in the pantry.

        After arranging them inside, I began cleaning again. By the time I started cleaning, it was already 10 p.m.

                 Oh my god.

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   H.S.

        It was probably at 12 a.m. when Louis finally went home. We wouldn't let go of me and even followed me to the toilet. Since when the fuck did he get so clingy?

       I really wanted to go to Larry's but I supposed Niall had already gone home at 7p.m.

      I sighed and leaned back against my couch.

       Suddenly, my phone rang.

     Lauren is calling...

     The fuck?

   "Hello? Anything wrong, Lauren?"

   "I know it's not an appropriate time to call you but I'm at Niall's and he still isn't home. I tried to call him but he's not answering. He's probably still at Larry's but Louis said if I step inside the diner, he will fire me.

       Niall was running the diner today alone. Louis even gave him a fucking list of shit to do. Right now, he still isn't home and I'm worried to death. Do something," Lauren said.

         I hung up immediately and ran to my car. Thoughts immediately bombarded my mind.

       Right now, I'm angry at Louis... but that's impossible. I've never gotten angry at Louis. I love him. Never once did I feel anger towards him.

        I pushed Louis off my mind and drove faster.

        "Niall?! Where are you?!" I screamed as I searched the diner.

          "I'm here, Harry."

       There he was in my office. He was laying on the small couch in there that I got from my mom.

          "Are you okay? Did Louis hurt you? Tell me what he did to you, Niall," I said, kneeling by the couch.

        "I'm okay. I just can't move my body 'cause I'm fucking exhausted. I can't even open my eyes. I'll tell you what happened. I just need to sleep," he said, closing his eyes again.

        I picked him up bridal style from the couch.

      "You know, this is the first time you pronounced my name right," he whispered before passing out in my arms.

       I chuckled as I carefully placed him at the seat of my car.

       I texted Lauren that Niall's fine and that she should go home 'cause I'm taking him to my place tonight.

   I can take care of Louis tomorrow.

     Right now, Niall's the only thing that matters.

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  N.H.

       "Wake up, Niall."

    That sounded like Harry. I'm still dreaming.

        "Niall, wake the fuck up. I know you're tired but it's 3p.m."

        That made my eyes opem immediately. Louis is going to flip!

      I sat up from the bed and realized that I wasn't home. Harry was standing in front of me, only boxers on.

       My eyes travelled around him chest area which was filled with tattoos.

        "I need to go to work. Louis is going to fucking kill me if-"

        "Shut up, Niall. I'm your boss and you're going to listen to me," he said and sat down on the bed next to me.

       "I'm sorry," he said as he stared into my blue eyes.

      "You didn't do anything," I said.

      "Exactly. I should have done something. Louis was wrong to treat you like that, Niall."

            I took a deep breath.

           "Harry, I'm resigning."

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