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Chapter 14

A/N: Hey everybody! I know it's been a while so instead of studying for finals like I should be I decided to write this chapter for ya'll. Hope you enjoy it! Also, to anyone else having to take finals soon: May the odds be ever in your favor.

For the past month Niall and I have been virtually inseperable. Either I'm over at his flat and all six of us hang out and act like a bunch of idiots, or he's over at mine and Olly's flat where we just lay around and watch movies or mess with Olly while he's trying to get things ready for our tour. All the time we've been spending together makes me realize how lucky I am to be with my best friend.

Today is the day before I have to leave and I'm trying to pack, but I have a boyfriend who's making it difficult.

"Ni! Knock it off. I have to get packed." I say as I'm folding a pair of jeans. Everytime I put something in my suitcase he takes it right back out. He has also been going through my dresser and is supposed to be helping me pick out what to bring but instead he's throwing it at me.

"But I don't want you to gooooo!" He cries out, flinging himself at me and wrapping his arms around my legs like a little kid.

"You have to leave like three weeks after I do hun. So quit your whinin'" I instruct him.

"How about no." he replies, throwing a shirt at me.

"How about yes." I throw one right back.

"No!"

"YES!"

"NO!"

With every shout an item of clothing would be thrown at the other person. This escalated into a full out war with us throwing my shirts, skirts, and jeans at each other. I'm also pretty sure I saw one of my bras fly through the air at some point. Apparently he got tired of throwing clothes at me because before I knew what was happening Niall tackled me, sending us to the ground with him on top of me. Neither of us could stop laughing.

"Niall, you're crushing me here. Can you get up?" I asked once our laughter died down.

"You know, I don't think I will. I'm pretty comfortable right where I'm at." He said with a grin.

"Well at least one of us is comfortable." I wheezed overdramtically.

"Don't be such a drama queen Abby. I'm not that heavy." he leaned down and gave me a kiss "There, better?"

"Not really. There is still an Irishman on top of me slowly breaking my ribs." 

"Well I'm not getting off so you can just deal with it." He leaned in to kiss me again and just as he did my dear big brother came to the door.

"Hey Abby are you- AHHHHH!!" Olly shouted instantly covering his eyes "Please don't be naked, please don't be naked." he said to himself over and over again in a painic.

"Olly!" I shouted as Niall finally got off of me "Nothing's going on. I promise you we are both fully clothed." This got him to stop freaking out and peer through his fingers to make sure. He breathed a sigh of releif and swiped imaginary sweat from his forehead.

"Sorry but I didn't know what was going on. All I saw was that there were clothes all over the floor and Niall was on top of you and....and.....that was a potentially life scarring situation." He replies, talking really fast  as his voice got squeaky like it always does when he panics.

"So before you had your heart attack what were you going to ask me?"

"Well I had come over here to ask if you were packed yet."

"I would be but this idiot over here...." I went to point at Niall, but he wasn't behind me anymore "Wait, where's my idiot?

"Present!" he shouted from the other side of my bed. I laid across my bed so I could see the other side and found my boyfriend zipped up inside my suitcase. "Look, you're all packed now princess." Niall informed me with a goofy grin.

"Well Olly it looks like I'm all packed. I almost forgot my Niall which was the most important thing, but he found his way into my suitcase so I'm good now." Olly just rolled his eyes and walked off. "Ok hun, out of the suitcase so I can pack."

"I can't, the zipper's stuck." he admitted sheepishly. It took another twenty-five minutes to free him from the clutches of my suitcase.

"You're not gonna make this easy on me are you?" I aksed once he was finally free.

"Nope, but it sounds like I probably should. I'm stressing you out."

"No you're not. Why would you say that?"

"Yes I am, your accent gets a lot thicker when you're stressed out." he pointed out.

"It's not you. It's leaving tomorrow to go on tour with my brother. We've been promoting it like crazy and management told me that I have to make a twitter account which makes me nervous and I have to go meet with the wardrobe people later to make sure everything covers my scars and I'm tired and hungry and this is all hitting me like a ton of bricks right now." I honestly hadn't even realized that all of this stuff had been weighing on me and stressing me out until I told Niall and just as I was on the verge of having an anxiety attack two strong arms wrapped themselves around my waist.

"It'll all be ok Abby, you can do this" Niall said softly.

"I know. It's just a lot of stuff is coming at me all at once, but I've got you and Olly and Harry and Liam and Louis and Zayn and-"

"I get it Abby, you understand that you have friends who have your back."

"Dang right I do. Now let's get packing! I have a plane to catch at an ungodly hour tomorrow morning."