The Narcissist

Four

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*Niall's POV*

"Please make my hotline ring, ding or bling please?" I said to my phone and it stayed silent as o did my homework.

I sighed. "What are you useful for? Literally. What is your purpose? If you don't do what you're supposed to do then why do I even have you?" I said to my phone then it dinged and flashed and I grabbed it hugging it.

"Thanks babe I never doubted you." I said to my phone and looking at the screen. I unlocked my phone and looked at the text and squealed.

Unknown: Umm hey it's Louis. Your mate gave me your number a couple days ago and yeah.

I just played it cool you know. Where could you go wrong with text.

Me: Who?

Why did I type that. I slapped my forehead. How could I literally mess up over a text. God damnit. It's as embarrassing as that time Zayn and I were in the bathroom and I couldn't speak and whimpered when he took his shirt off.

Unknown: Louis Tomlinson. I go to the neighboring school?

Me: oh that rings a bell. I remember you now. Tommo.

I changed his contact name

Louis: Exactly... So wyd.

Me: Being studious and doing my work.

Louis: You're quiet the smarty aren't you?

Me: yes ranked #1.

Louis: Well I might need a tutor. I'm not doing so well in my studies.

Me: I could most definitely help you ;)

Louis: Oh how I'm misinterpreting this.

I blushed hard.

Me: And now my face is as red as a traffic light. How embarrassing.

Louis: it's fine. I think very provocatively.

Niall: then I'll try to watch what I type.

We text back and fourth and I eventually FaceTimed Li.

"Was it magical?" He asked.

"I won't say it was magical. But it did feel nice to have someone's attention. Because finally." I said.

"Hey you could of had someone longtime ago if you weren't running after the conceited asshole." He said.

"Leave me alone. He's my guilty pleasure." I said.

"How? He's not intelligent. He's not nice. You've barely spoken to him." He said.

"But he is fine. And he is kind when he wants to be. I fancy the guy." I said and hunched.

"It's a bad obsession." He said.

"You don't get to tell me that!" I said. "Your doll collection?"

"Action figures. Watch they'll be a lot of money in a few years." He said and I rolled my eyes.

His creepy little dolls he keeps everywhere in his room. Along the shelves of his room, in his closet, in the drawers. The little creepy shits eyes follow me. I'm not crazy. And I don't understand how he gets more ass than a chair but he does.

"Whatever. It's late though. What are you doing tomorrow?" I asked.

"Going to school. I have a Saturday detention." He said.