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99. temporary fix

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tbh I didn't want to update but it wouldn't be fair to you guys if I didn't like wth that's mean . I can't leave you all hanging like that

And I'm not gonna pull a Niall and lie to you (*ba dum tss*) so this story is gonna be over soon (literally I'm debating if I should end it the next chapter or in five chapters like lol) but idk about the sequel

Like I feel like I'm not giving everybody my 100% and that's not fair to everybody, including myself. This book is like my everything and I don't want to remember me writing a half assed crappy ass sequel because I was too scared to let it go

Who knows though. I'm just in this weird funk (Lol funk, I got that from Glee) and I can't seem to shake it and I just want to sleep and do nothing, like it isn't even laziness, I'm just really like meh lately about everything involving my life

HOPEFULLY I'LL PULL OUT OF IT THOUGH just writing this down makes me feel better so maybe it'll just blow over

Okie dokie I'm gonna shut up now enjoy the chapter :)

Btw if the chapter is shitty just ignore it because it's like 12AM but I'm here writing this instead of sleeping because sleep is for losers and I'm not a loser #swagalicous

Ew I'll never say swagalicous again that's gross

99 - temporary fix (Ik I'm so cheesy naming a chapter after a song and shiii)

It's like an angel flies down from heaven to save me because then I hear the door knob shaking, before a deep, unfamiliar voice shouts: "Niall and Harry are still in here! But the door won't open!"

Niall's head whips around before his eyes narrow at the door, instantly letting go of my throat. I drop to the floor instantly, clutching my throat as I immediately inhale all the air in the room I can.

"This isn't the end of that." Niall mutters at me, before walking towards the door. He looks through the little window and then smirks, "Harry your little boyfriend's out there panicking and worrying if you're okay. Probably worrying about the boy he loves and cares for."

"Two feelings I don't think you can feel. Love and compassion." I snap.

Niall ignores my comment, his eyes squinting like he's deep in thought.

"What are you thinking about?" I murmur.

"I'm thinking about killing you."

Oh... Shit.

"Like, imagine if he came in and found your dead body on the floor?" Niall continues. "Maybe then he'll stop fucking flirting with what's clearly mine and I can finally stop falling more and more in love with you every time I see your dumb face and just live my life."

"I'm not yours, I'm my own person, thank you very much."

"You're mine." Niall hisses and I roll my eyes.

"You're going to end up in places more terrible then this jail cell, Niall."

"Like where? Hell?" Niall rolls his eyes. "Been there, done that. I'm over it. Let me burn in hell for all eternity, it's not like you'd care anyways."

He then adds, "It probably won't feel as shitty as loving somebody who I can't have."

I don't really know what to say-- every time I say something it's like Niall already has his reply on the tip of his tongue.