The Unlucky Pick // Sequel to TLP

Chapter 7

so i realised that like i call the place theyre staying a villa

i dont know if thats what theyre actually called ok its just thats what my family call them ??

so if its not commonly called a villa, then yknow

its a holiday home idfk what u call it ok its a hoUSE WITH A POOL IN THE BACK YES OK

bye ily

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Megan Watson's POV

"You don't like Sam, do you?"

Niall chuckled softly, walking over to me and sitting beside me on the couch, resting a hand on my thigh.

I shrugged. "I have nothing against her." Turning my head to face him, I saw him smiling at me.

"What?" I asked him confusedly.

"Nothing," he shook his head, the smile still on his lips as he pressed them softly to mine.

"I love you," he murmured against my lips.

"Why the soppiness?" I asked him with a short laugh, pulling away slightly.

"You always ruin the moment," he chuckled lightly with a shake of his head as he sat back on the couch.

"Aw, baby," I cooed, laughing lightly as I sat back also.

He rolled his eyes at me and then the doorbell rang.

"I'll answer it," said Niall, standing up. I nodded my head and watched him walk out of the room. Soon, I could hear the sound of the door opening, followed by a cheery "hi Niall!".

I stood up and walked to the doorway, to see Sam giving Niall a hug and then walking inside.

"Hi, Megan!" She exclaimed with a smile when she saw me.

"Hello Samantha," I replied with a weak smile, not moving from where I was.

"Oh god," she groaned, a short laugh following afterwards, "I hate being called Samantha."

"Oh." I said simply, holding back the smirk that threatened to come upon my lips. I guess I know what I'd be calling her, then.

"So, how're ya, Sam?" Niall asked, putting an arm around her as he started walking towards where I was. I frowned at his actions.

"I'm good, how about you?" She asked, smiling and looking up at him. They walked right past me and walked into the living room.

"Good, thanks!" Niall replied, then turning around and looking at me.

"C'mon, Meg." He beckoned me forward with a small smile.

With a slight frown on my face, I followed the two and they sat down on the couch.

Not knowing what to do, I sat down on one of the seats on the other side of the room.

They didn't even seem to notice.

They talked about I don't know what for what seemed like forever, not even acknowledging me. Not that I fucking wanted them to.

Niall had a smile on his face as he talked to her, and at one point she started playing with his hair. The fuck. Lottie and I are friends, you don't see me playing with her hair and looking at her like she's the modern day Jesus.

When Niall's phone started ringing from beside where I was sitting, they finally looked over in my direction.

"Who is it?" Niall asked me.