Uncovered

Chapter 24

Songs:

Mark my words - Justin Bieber

Hey Angel - One Direction

End of the day - One Direction

(A/N I'm doing so shit on my book. I'm getting like no votes or comments... or reads!!!! Please help, I'm dying here)

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Mackenzie's POV:

"Niall? Wait you know Tyler?" He asks almost seeming annoyed, but he does well to cover it.

"Yeah" He won't stop texting me, I don't even know how he got my number, I'm must of been really wasted that I don't even remember giving him it. When I got home from when I went and saw Harry he texted me, asking if we could hangout, of course I said no, but he wouldn't stop and now his asking me if he can cook dinner for me, what the fuck is this guy on, I don't even do dates, what makes this guy think that I'll let him cook dinner for me.

Harry mumbles something but I don't quite hear it.

"Is he like part of you little friendship group too?" I ask biting my thumb nail as I wait for a reply.

"No, he's just Niall's flat mate." He shrugs, not seeming to want to talk about him.

"You don't seem to like him" I guess.

"No, he's a fucking prick" He says bluntly, seeming not to care about the words that come out of his mouth and not regretting them.

"Calm down Styles" I say jokingly. "You're meant to be the nice one." After I say that I hear a door slam and footsteps coming from the foyer. Anne must be home. Soon I hear the footsteps coming closer to the kitchen but the person that appears from behind the door is not who I expected.

"Harry, what are you doing here?" Dad asks patting him on the shoulder. Harry looks to me and I give him a glare hoping that by doing it he figures out that I don't want him to know about what happened.

"Um, I was just popping around" I sigh in relief and my dad nods, seeming to buy it.

"What are you doing home so early?" I ask, wondering why his not at work right now, he normally finishes work around seven.

"Because he's working too hard and with that comes stress and then sickness." My mother cuts in, I didn't even hear her come, and you would think those heals she is wearing clunking on the marble floor would make noise from miles away.

"Are you ok" I immediately stand up, panicking and walking over to my father.

"I'm fine, it's just a little migraine"

"Do you need pain killers or anything?" I ask trying to help out in any way I can.

"I already had some at the office. Stop panicking Mac." He says laughing lightly but I can tell that by him doing that it is painful for him by the way his face screws up in agony, this is defiantly not a little migraine.

"Mum, I think you need to get him to bed, don't you think Harry?" I look to Harry for advice because at least he knows what he's talking about.

"Um, it's best to be in a dark room, because you're more sensitive to light with migraines. But beside that you just have to wear it off, but obviously medication will help." Harry explains, seeming very confident with what he's saying and like his in doctor mode, it's very sexy and appealing. Even though I absolutely hate anything to do with a hospital, I could make an exception for Harry. 

"Alright, I'm going to help you upstairs Richard." Mum put her handbag down and walks over to dad, encasing his hand in hers.

"I can do it myself Rachael" He argues a little bit but makes no move to let go of her hand and walk on his own.