Dreamer ( Harry styles fan fiction)

Chapter 4

    Niall's point of view.

   Harry hit me in the arm. "I told you she was hot" he said.

   "she is" I said.

   "I call her" he said. "Dibs"

   He was drunk and I didn't want to argue with him.

   "We'll talk about it later" I said.

   "Okay" he said. I unlocked his door.  I took him inside.

   "Why did you drink so much?" I asked.

  "She wouldn't come with me" he said. "I want her"

  "I know you'll get her" I said. He always gets the girl. No matter what.

   We went to his room and he got into bed. He smelt like alcohol and weed. I covered him up.

  "I'm gonna stay in your Guest room" I told him.

  "Okay night ni" he said. I nodded. I left the room and turned off the light.

   Harry and I have known eachother for a while now. We spent the summer together. Well not together but with a group of friends.

   My mind wandered to grey. She was a pretty girl. I wonder what's gonna happen when Harry breaks her. She looks so lively. He was gonna kill her.

   I laid in bed on my phone. I went on Louis's Instagram account. I saw a picture of him, Anthony, and grey.
Anthony and him were cute together.

   'With my babes' Louis's caption read. It tagged them @greyaf and @anthonysupahot122.

   I went and followed her. Her first picture was of  a girl and her. The caption read 'first photo on Instagram og with @mackymouse.'

   The next picture was with her and a boy. He was wearing all camouflage. She was smiling. The caption read 'goodbye @Sexybreast123 be safe'

   I laughed. I noticed it was 12. I had to go to sleep. Tomorrow I was gonna have to clean. I turned off my phone and drifted away into a peaceful sleep.

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   Author notes:
Hey guys. Does anyone else watch empire? Like literally that's about music and violence it's my shit. So Nialls point of view. So today my teacher got mad at us and he was like pacing around and when people do that like act frantic I have panic attacks, but I didn't. applause me. I wrote him a note in my writing journal and told him that I can't handle when people do stuff to fast or talk to fast or pace so that's my story. Sorry it's uper short and I can't spell worth a shit.
Sincerely, onedirectionlovedem.