Wrong Number [N.H.]

Chapter 30

Niall's P.O.V.

"Niall-- fuck, I don't like this."

Mariah had a tight grip on my arm as the plane flew higher and higher into the air. Her nails were digging into my skin and she was trembling quite a bit, looking down at her feet and not daring to look out her window.

"You're alright, princess. Nothing is going to happen," I pulled my arm away from her grip, only to bring it up to her neck, so that I could stroke her cheek. "Alright?"

Mariah looked up and into my eyes, a small smile escaping onto her lips. "Okay."

"Can you look out the window, princess? This is what I wanted to show you."

Mariah glanced me over for a second, as if she was uncertain whether she wanted to look out the window or not, before she turned around in her seat and peered out the window-- and almost at once I saw her whole body just drop and relax.  "Wow! It's beautiful."

"Yeah?" I grinned, watching her as she looked around outside. She watched the clouds pass by, and slowly Los Angeles began to fade from few.

She turned back around and smiled. "Thanks for asking me to come, Niall. I know I will have fun."

I nodded. "Yeah, always! I want you there-- it wouldn't be the same without you."

Mariah gave another small smile, her eyes twinkling.

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"Aye! Harold! Get your arse over here!" I shouted to Harry, who was currently walking away from us and pushing through the crowd, stopping to take pictures with some fans every once in a while.

Harry turned around and looked at me, just a second before turning and walking off again.

"Harry!"

I sighed when I finally realised that Harry wasn't going to listen to me-- even if Harry did turn around and look at me some, and even occasionally flip me off with a chuckle.

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I stepped into my new flat with Mariah right behind me and set my luggage down beside the door.

"Oh. Hey, Niall." Harry walked out of the kitchen, munching on some crisps.

"Ah. Harry. Did you hear me call your name?"

"Yeah."

"Did you not care that I was?"

"Not really."

"As always, you fucking prick." I laughed, shaking my head-- and then my eyes went wide.

"Harry!"

"What?"

"Fucking give me my Pringles!"

"No. They're really good."

I only had to glare at him a few seconds before he handed them back to me and backed away, his hands held up. "I ain't playing with no evil." He said, turning around and walking to go get something else from the Kitchen.

Mariah just laughed from behind me. "He's cocky, isn't he?"

"Um, yes. Keep in mind, I see him every week."

"That must suck."

"Yeah."

There was a sudden click and I turned my head. The door opened and Louis walked in. As soon as he saw me he threw his hands out and shouted, "Oi oi!"

I chuckled. "Hey! I thought you were supposed to get here tomorrow? You were on a different plane than us."

"We had a shorter route than your plane. We were closer to here before we left, so it took less."

"Where's Liam?"

"Out with one of his friends. He said he would be back in an hour, they were just going to grab something to eat."

"Girl?"

"Nope. It's a guy. Kohen, I think his name was. Liam hasn't really mentioned him before now, so I'm not too sure. Modest will know."

"I think Liam has brought him over to mine once-- we really just sat and played Fifa, though. He seemed pretty cool."

"Like I said, I have no idea who this guy is. I've never met him before. This is the only time I have ever heard of him, that I know of--"

Harry came walking out of the Kitchen with a bottle of water in his hand. He went to go take a drink of it, but when he did, some dribbled down his chin and onto the floor. He frowned a bit, looking down at it before looking back up and taking another drink.

"Hey Haz!" Louis cheerfully called out to the younger lad, who was busy wiping some of his water off of his arm. He looked up.

"Hey. Sorry I made a mess."

I rolled my eyes. "Clean it up."

Harry looked at me for a second before shaking his head. "Nah, it's fine."

"Fucking- never mind. I guess I'll get it."

Harry just smiled.

Mariah chuckled from behind me and Harry looked at her, taking another sip of his water.

"So what've we got to do today?" Louis asked after he chuckled a little bit.

"As far as I'm aware, nothing. Tomorrow we have an interview or something, but other than that, I haven't heard anything."

"Perfect!" Louis cheerfully yelled, a grin on his face.

I went to go say something else, when Harry suddenly yelled, "Fucking hell! Shit, I'm sorry!" and then there was a bang on the floor, and a cold feeling on my arm.

I jumped backwards and looked down to the sight of Harry's water bottle on the floor and water running along the tile.

"Harry fucking Styles! Clean it the fuck up!" I yelled.

"My middle name is Edward, excuse you." Harry said before walking into the Kitchen to go get some paper towels.

I sighed.