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Niall’s POV
I was currently sitting in my room, snuggled up in my bed with a cup of tea. Liam was holding me, trying to comfort me as I told him what exactly happened after he went into the locker room. I had finally stopped crying, but I couldn’t get the image of Angry Harry out of my head. It was official. The plan had failed, and Harry definitely hated me. And now I hated myself. Because I ruined everything. I no longer have any chance with Harry. Surely not knowing him is better than him hating my guts?
“Niall!” Liam pulled me out of my thoughts.
“What?” I mumbled unhappily. I wasn’t done drowning in self-pity yet. And, to be honest, I partially blamed Liam for Harry hating me. Sure, I agreed to the plan, but did he have to take it so far? I mentally smacked myself. Stop it Niall! Liam was just trying to help you because you were too chicken to just ask him out.
“Stop acting like it’s the end of the world, mate. I’ve got a new plan,” Liam told me with an air of great secrecy.
“Oh no…what is it?” I groaned but I couldn’t hide my curiosity. Maybe I can get Harry after all? He grinned.
“Well from what you said, Harry got crazy jealous when he saw us together, which of course was the point,” he added when he saw my glare.
“Anyway, what we have to do is use that jealousy against him!” Liam exclaimed, looking very proud of himself. I was less than impressed.
“And how do we do that exactly, oh wise one?” I fake bowed to him, and he rolled his eyes before smacking me upside the head.
“We drive him crazy Nialler. We play it up so much in front of him that he can’t take the idea of us together anymore.” I frowned at him. I fail to see how this gets me Harry. Or how it makes Harry not hate me.
“I don’t get it Li,” I told him, sighing. Maybe I should just give up…
“Well for fucks sake, let me finish!” Liam exclaimed, obviously sick of my interruptions. Ugh, fine. I motioned him to go on.
“When you see him at school tomorrow, you go up to him,” I made a face at him. There is no way that’s happening. Liam saw my reaction.
“Yes, Niall. You have to. And you apologize. You say you didn’t know he and Louis were there. He shouldn’t have had to see that and it won’t happen again. You tell him again that we aren’t together, and you ask if you guys can be friends.” He grinned hugely. I looked at him suspiciously.
“That’s it?” He frowned.
“What do you mean is that it?! It’s a brilliant plan!” He half shouted in my face. I laughed at him, and he launched himself at me in a tickle attack. He wrenched my tea from my hand and put it on my nightstand before digging his fingers into my ribs. I shrieked and squirmed trying to get away, but he pinned me to the bed, straddling my hips. He was merciless, and soon I was almost crying from laughing so hard.
“Li!! P-please, II g-ive u-up! St-stop!” I pleaded, but he didn’t. He pinned my arms above my head with one hand and tickled me with the other.
“Please! Liam, stop! I’ll do anything!” He paused and leaned down until he was inches away from me, an evil grin spread on his face.
“Oh really, Niall? Anything?” I gulped. I don’t like the sound of this. I nodded though, because I can’t stand being tickled. I’m honestly about to wet myself.
