Revenge Narry/Niam o.h.

Chapter 2

Niall's pov

When it was finally time for Liam's 'master plan', we got into his car. He would drive me to do whatever, then go back to the music store so I can get my car and drive home.

"Ok, first, let's go to the mall and get some new clothes. That uniform is so ugly. Ugh," he shook his head in disgust and started the car. He started driving.

I laughed, "Whatever you say, man."

When we got there, he led me to the first store and shoved me in a dressing room with jeans, t shirts, shoes, chinos, practically everything. I tried on the black skinny jeans and a plain white shirt and walked out.

"Mate, you look hot. Ok, now the next outfit. We're definitely buying those."

We ended up buying everything from graphic shirts to different colored chinos and Liam said I looked good in everything. He also got me some gym shorts and workout shirts for the gym.

Liam drove to the hair salon next.

"I'm not saying I don't like your brown hair, but Lou, this amazing hairstylist, can figure out what you need," he explained. I nodded.

Lou was a fantastic lady and said to dye the top blonde while leaving the roots brown. I would need to redo it sometimes, but not that often. She also showed me pictures of her adorable kid.

"Since it's getting late, we'll do the gym some other time. Here," he said handing me his phone, "put your number in so we can make plans, I'll text you tomorrow." I did as he asked and returned the phone back to him
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When I got home, my mother complimented me on the blonde hair, saying it fit me better and made my eyes stand out.

I couldn't wait to see Harry's reaction to not looking like a loser. I mean, I guess I shouldn't wear sweatpants to school, but they're just so comfortable.

Did I mention that Liam bought me new Nikes and Vans? Crazy, man. He treated me to everything saying hat he was the one who forced me to get all this new clothing and he wouldn't leave unless I let him pay. I agreed after minutes of arguing, already getting hungry.

Oh yes, back to the shoes, they were both cool. Really cool. I set them by the front door and got ready for bed, putting on some regular sweatpants.

Saying goodnight to my mum, dad, and brother, I went to brush my teeth and get a good nights sleep thinking of Liam, who was just a stranger who I luckily found. His brown eyes were comforting in my moments of need and saw through my facade and into my miserable life.

I never admitted it, but Harry Styles hurt me and my feelings over and over again, but I finally had enough. This is a new Niall, one who could stand up for himself without being pushed down, one who wasn't going to let Styles push him around anymore, one who was inspired by a stranger named Liam Payne. One who vowed to get revenge, no matter the costs.