White Board Lyrics (Harry Styles)

Chapter 11

 

(Harry's POV)

 

 Niall, why do these boxes keep coming!?  I threw my white board at Niall and pulled the net box from the post to my lap. It was yet another one filled with earmuffs. It had been two days since Niall showed up at my apartment and ever since then I had been receiving boxes and packages of earmuffs. Sure it was nice to have Niall there, especially after the fiasco with me falling down and breaking things in everyone’s absence, but I was beginning to become suspicious that Niall did something stupid, and that stupid thing was related to the sudden income of packages from the mail, all of which were from fans.

I looked over at him while I pulled over several different pairs of muffs. His body was shaking with what looked like laughter. Yeah. He had been up to something. I raised an eyebrow at him and he looked up, only to fold over, laughing even harder. I huffed and crossed my arms across my chest. When Niall calmed himself and stood up straight he pulled his phone from his pocket. His thumb graced over the phone a few swipes and then he tossed it over to me. I caught it clumsily and turned the phone so that I could see what he wanted to show me. The twitter application was open and I groaned. I had been avoiding it all these months because all I would get were questions about how I was doing and where I was and why I wasn’t going out like the rest of the guys. The first tweet was from Niall himself and my eyes narrowed with irritation when I read it.

@NiallOfficial: Harry gets cold in this weather! Send some earmuffs. Every kind there is!

 

 I was going to murder the kid. I chucked his phone back at him and he caught it before it fell to the floor and broke like my phone did two days prior. This whole thing would never stop. How did I know that? How Did I know that these boxes of earmuffs would keep coming for months to years? Well, Louis still gets carrots from our X Factor days. There was my proof.

My head fell into my hands and I groaned loudly. I didn’t have the room for those. Some of them were pretty cool actually, but most of them were obnoxious. I guessed I could donate them to shelters and people in need. That would have been the only way to get rid of them until the packages trickles down to a few a year. I pulled a pair out of the box on my lap and shook my head. They were fuzzier than the ones that Lou Teasdale gave me. I chucked them behind the couch and continued onto the next pair. They were simple, black and big enough to cover my ears entirely. I delicately placed them on my head and looked up at Niall. He gave me the thumbs up and sat down on the couch next to me. He rummaged through the box and pulled out a pair that made me laugh. They were “boob-muffs.” Literally, plastic breasts that are attached to earmuffs. He placed them on his head and posed. I laughed deeply and was surprised at how strange it felt to laugh. I hadn’t been having much fun being injured, but that little moment of hilarity was what I needed.

I playfully punched Niall in the arm and he returned the favor. By then we would have been having a brotherly brawl, but that was hard to do when about half of me was hurt. We settled with a nudge to the ribs and then turned on the old Nintendo 64 to play some old school Mario Kart. After about an hour, a thought dawned on me.

Where are the rest of the guys?

 

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(Louis' POV)