Just A Coincidence

Chapter 18

*Still Niall's POV*

"Once Mum hears about this she is going to start baking, I'm warning you. But given, she makes the best hash in the world."

"I beg to differ," Jailee smirked back at me. We were still sitting in the parking lot right outside of Harry and Abby's flat, where we broke in and stole popcorn and borrowed their micro-wave. I know, badass.

"Nobody comes close to my mom's hash, nice try."

"I challenge your mom against my mom and 3 unbiased judges to a hash-off. Whoever wins will-" I was interrupted a noise, it was not Harry. It was not Abby, it was, in fact, Morgan.

"What the hell Jailee? You ditch me at my ex's house with his girlfriend and Harry? Real mature!" Morgan yelled at she started walking across the half empty lot. Or you could call it half full. Depends on whether you are an optimist or a pessimist. I guess technically it is one hundred percent full because the cars take up mass and so does the air that replaces the empty spaces without cars in there. Either way, the parking lot was about half full. Or empty. Dammit not this again.

".... and Niall just leave me there?" She was saying when I finished my stupid half full half empty thought.

"I'm sorry, but we had to take care of some things," Jailee was saying.

"Yeah well I had to find a way to ditch the flirt over there, he was trying to seduce me."

"Who was trying to seduce you?" Abby called from her front porch.

"Harry."

"WHAT?" she screamed as Harry pulled into the space next to Morgan's. Now the parking lot was looking 3/4 full. Or 1/4 empty. Oh my god. WHICH IS IT???

By this time, Harry was completely oblivious to the fact that Morgan was here. He walked up to Abby and waved back at me, my Jailee, and lastly, his broad smile fell when he saw Morgan standing next to my Jailee. 

"Look Abby, I can-" as he turned to look down at her, she brought her hand to his face and slapped him. Ouch, that looked like it hurt. His hand flew up to his face and cupped his cheek, as he let out a grunt. 

"I deserved that," he said as he stood up again."But baby let me-"

She smacked him again, and this time even harder, he crumpled to his knees. "Okay I deserved that to."

"You think?" she said.

"I just want to tell you what hap-"

"No. You can tell me what happened in private, I don't want to ruin Niall and Jailee's night."  She then turned to us and plastered on the biggest fake smile I have ever seen. "You guys have a nice night. I'll see you tomorrow."

"Are we still on for brunch at 11 tomorrow?" Jailee asked.

She looked up at Harry, who was rubbing his palm over the space where Abby smacked him.

"We'll see." With that, her smile faded a little, but then she took Harry's elbow and began walking back insde. "Oh, and Niall?"

"Yeah?" I called back.

"Next time you steal my popcorn, make sure you throw your garbage away," she smirked. 

"Will do. Thank you, see you tomorrow." 

"See you tomorrow." 

Jailee and I walked hand in hand back to the front of my car, where I opened the door for her. Morgan drove to her new place, and I took Jailee to my home, but first we made one stop.

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When Louis opened the door, I saw he had vomit all down the front of his shirt, and was on the phone with the carpet cleaners.

"... that would be nice but I need this done as soon as possible." He took the phone and cupped the reciever in his palm. "Hold on one second guys, you can come in but there is puke everywhere." I nodded and looked to Jailee, who was trying  to focus on the painting of a piano  at the end of the hall. "Well tomorrow at noon would be nice, but like I said I need this done as soon as possible."

"How old are you, Rebecca?"

"So you don't follow the teen heartthrobs then?"

"Do you know who I am?" That was the card we only played when we desperetly needed something.

"I am Louis Tomlinson, of the biggest band in the world, and if I don't have this carpet shampooed tonight, I am not going to be happy."

Silence from the reciever. Then screaming, great, we got another fan.

"I'll be seeing you in an hour then. Alright. Goodbye." He sighed and hung up the phone.

"What's up guys?" he asked.

"Why is there vomit everywhere?" I asked.

"Morgan came."