How I Met Your Mother [ Niall Horan ]

Chapter 7: To Call or Not to Call? That is the Question.

["When I got your mother's number, I was excited, but I kept my cool." I began to explain before Kate interrupted me.

"Kept your cool? Really? Because Zayn told me that you were dancing around the room, holding my number above your head and yelling 'I GOT IT! I GOT IT! I GOT KATE'S NUMBER!'" Kate smirked, winking at our giggling kids, while my face turned red.

"Whether or not that happened, I couldn't just call her. From what your aunt told me, your mother was furious with me for getting her fired."]

"Mate, Just call her. You're going to drive us crazy with all the pacing." Lou complained.

"I can't, what do I say to her? I mean, I GOT HER FIRED. She hates me. How can I call her if she hates me? My princess hates me. Oh God. Oh God, What am I going to tell her?" I kept saying as I paced back and forth in the dressing room.

"Oh my God. I'd rather have the yelling and dancing over this." Harry muttered.

"I'm with you man, I'd even take Jojo over this." Zayn whispered back.

"Niall," Liam said to me, looking concerned "Maybe you should Lie down.."

"NO. OKAY. I COMPLETELY RUINED IT WITH HER. What if she never talks to me again? What if-"

"Oy. We need you back on set in five." Rob cut me off, poking his head in the door.

"Thanks mate, we just need to finish this discussion in here, and we'll be out soon." Liam replied. I walked over to the couch next to Zayn and Lou, and sat down with my head in my hands.

"Five minutes." Rob repeated, closing the door.

"Niall. Relax, okay? Even if Kate is mad, she won't be forever. Okay? You also have that irish charm that no one can resist." Lou said, trying to calm me down.

"You think so?" I said, lifting my head up.

"Of course Nialler. If she doesn't forgive you, that's her loss mate." Zayn said, putting his arm around my shoulders.

Harry suddenly looked up. "...Wait..When did Rob say he needed us?"

We all looked at each other for a second, then got up and ran out to the set, where a very angry and impatient Rob was waiting for us.

A few hours later, when the shooting was over for the day, we all went home. When I got back to my flat, I took off my jacket and shoes, and got a glass of apple juice from the kitchen. I walked over to the couch to sat down, pulling out my phone and the slip of paper with your mum's number on it. I typed it into my phone, took a deep breath, and then pressed call.

"Hello Kate? It's me, Niall"

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