I'm Horany (Niall Horan Fanfiction)

Chapter 5

A/N I don't like this chapter very much, you might though, I don't really know.

Anyway, Enjoy it as much as you can :)

Chapter 5

Niall's POV

I like Maya, I really do. So when she decided to be a bitch to me and nice to everyone else it hurt. Alot. I'm so grateful for Harry coming to my rescue at Starbucks before Maya got worse.

"Thanks for back there." I mumble to Harry as we walk back to our apartments.

"Not a problem, anytime. Do you like Maya?" Harry asks stopping on the path, also making me stop.

"Yes, but only abit."

"Don't worry mate, I'm sure she'll see how nice you are soon and she'll befriend you." Harry assures me with a smile and a pat on the arm.

"Nah, she really doesn't like me..." I sigh.

"She will soon. Now come on." Harry starts to continue walking. I hope he's right. Even if she does start to like me it'll only be as friends but I'm cool with that. I think.

We make it back to my apartment and I ask Harry to stay for a while. I love all the guys, but Harry's my favourite. He's always there for me and always knows when I'm having a problem.

"You want to order some pizza?" I offer.

"Yeah, sure. I'll ring Domino's. I'll just get a 12inch cheese pizza, alright man?"  

"No problem." Harry takes out his iPhone and rings Domino's, making our order. I love pizza! Well I love every kind of food, I mean I am Niall Horan.

"They'll be here in twenty." Harry informs me sitting on the sofa. I join him but I put my feet up beside me. I just want to know why Maya hates me. I never did anything wrong to her and I don't recall ever once being mean. I just don't understand!

"Are you OK?" Harry snaps me out of my thoughts and waves his hand infront of my face. "You looked like you were thinking very deeply. Let me guess, Maya."

God, am I that predictable? No, Harry's just good at reading people that's all. I'm sure none of the other lads would have guessed that I was thinking about... her.

"I just don't get it Harry. Why does she hate me? Why do I irritate her so much for no reason? My presence alone is enough to boil her blood. I just do not get it!" I rant. Why is this getting to me so much?

"Mate, you need to relax. You haven't even known her two days, she just doesn't know you well enough to see what a great lad you actually are." Harry tries. He couldn't be more wrong though.

"She knows you just as much as she knows me, but difference is she likes you!" I point out.

"Look, she probably has something against Irish people, a bad experience maybe with an Irish boyfriend or best friend, whatever. It might not even be you as an individual."

"Let's just stop talking about it. Let's watch some TV instead." I say grabbing up the remote and switching on MTV. Justin Bieber comes on. This is my jam!

"No Niall." Harry tuts taking the remote off me and switching the TV off. Well somebody's obviously not a belieber then.

"You need to talk about this or it's really going to get to you. Tell me." Harry demands.

"Tell you what? I've already told you everything I know, I like her and she hates me."

"No, tell me how you feel about it."