Wrong Number [N.H.]

Chapter 11

Niall's P.O.V.

It had been a day since Mariah had texted me.

24 hours, had I waited for that text that told me, "I like you too." Yet it never came, and I began to worry. What if she was never texting me back? I made the wrong move, and I knew it.

A couple times had I thought that I should tell her my name, but I knew it was too risky. If one of the boys (much less, management) found out that I had given out my phone number to a fan, I would be dead.

Liam, for one, could not stand when we didn't follow orders. He was extremely nice and funny, and barely ordered you around, but if you didn't listen to something him or management said that could hurt one of our careers, he would freak.

He had one of these angry fits that 6 year olds would have. First, his face would go red and for a minute you would think he was about to hit you, but all he would end up doing is yelling at you, stomp off, ignore you about 5 minutes, and then come back happy.

Harry didn't much care. As long as it didn't effect him badly, he wouldn't protest a bit. He was pretty cool, rarely picking fights, but once you were on his bad side, you were on his bad side.

Nope, no going back.

Louis could care less. He, being himself, was immature. He would be the one that reminded you of a 4 year old. One of the kids that ran around your house with a batman cape, screaming, "Don't fear!" at the top of his lungs.

Management, however, would destroy your life if you disobeyed them. I certainly didn't want to do anything bad.

In the midst of all this thinking, had I noticed my phone had rumbled.

I turned my head, peering down.

GottaloveM: Niall??

Me: Were you ignoring me?

GottaloveM: Honestly?

Me: No. I'm gonna ask you a question and then want you to lie.

Yes, honestly

GottaloveM: Tbh, yes, I was ignoring you. I didn't know what to think. I don't even know your name, and you just told me you liked me? It's a lot to process.

Me: I know it was all so sudden. I shouldn't have said it, and now that I've thought it through, I realize how stupid i am Because I thought you would be fine with that.

GottaloveM: Don't feel stupid.. I still wanna be friends.

Me: Wow.

GottaloveM: What??

Me: I was just friend zoned ;(

GottaloveM: Get used to it

Me: Bitchy

GottaloveM: Sorry you could be some old guy stalking me

Me: I'm not :(

GottaloveM: I need prOOf

Me: noope

GottaloveM: then baii

Me: stay

Me: pls mariiii

GottaloveM: noo

Me: STAY.

GottaloveM: no.

Me: Please

GottaloveM: fine.

Me: :))

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The next morning I woke up to the numerous vibrations shaking my phone.

I yawned once, blinking once or twice to get rid of the bright lights that reflected and blurred in my eyes, before stretching and turning over to grab my phone.

The brightness of the screen nearly blinded me, because at 5 in the morning, your phone has to have lighting all the way up.

I quickly turned the brightness down and swiped the screen, opening Texts.

GottaloveM: I fucking knew it..

GottaloveM: You're Niall Horan.