I Hate You~Narry (Completed)

I'll go

Niall's POV:

I made my way back to my car. I needed to go home and talk to Harry. I unlocked my car and jumped in the front seat. I put the key in the ignition, bring the car to life. I backed out of my parking space and started my journey home.

About fifteen minutes I arrived home. I took my time walking up to my front door. I tried opening the door, but it was locked. Typical Harry. I used my key to open the door. I shut the door and took my shoes off and set my wallet and keys on the shelve next to the door. I made my way down the hallway trying not to be so boisterous.

I entered the kitchen and started looking through the cupboards for a snack. Everything in there I didn't want. To my luck I found a bag of potato chips in the back corner on the cupboard. They were Harry's but I'm sure he won't care. I eat his food all the time.

I walked into the living munching on chips. I sat down next to Harry on the couch. The tv was on playing some show I didn't know. Harry sat on his phone not paying attention at all. He seemed to be ignoring me.

"I'll go." I said through the crunching of the chips in my mouth. Harry looked away from his phone to directing his glance at me.

"What?" He asked. I swallowed before answering him.

"I said I'll go. I'll go to the class." I said.

"Really?" Harry seemed surprised and happy.

"Yeah." I replied like it's no big deal.

Harry hugged and kissed me on the cheek.

"Thank You!" Harry pulled away with a smile on the face but quickly changed to a questionable look.

"What made you change your mind?"

"A man at the bar knocked some sense into me." I laughed.

"I've been telling you this whole time to get help and all it took was some Irish lad at the pub to convince you?" I laughed. Harry smiled. I've missed that smile, it's been awhile since I've seen it and I only have myself to blame for that.

"Ni, why are you eating my chips?" Harry questioned.

I laughed "I was hungry and someone hasn't gone grocery shopping." Harry gasped holding his hand to his chest acting hurt.

"You could have gone yourself."

"Haz, you know if I go myself I will buy the whole grocery store." Harry laughed.

"Well I will go sometime."

"Sometime, can it be today?" I asked.

"Speaking of going somewhere, your mum called today."

"About what?"

"She wanted to see how we were doing and she wants us to spend some time in Ireland for a few days." Harry said snatching the chips out of my hand, taking a handful and stuffing it into his mouth.

"I miss my homeland and my family. I'll have to call mum tomorrow." I smiled.

"We're going to Ireland!"