The Unlucky Pick // Sequel to TLP

Chapter 11

Megan Watson's POV

Everything was all happy and fucking dandy, but then, of course, Niall decided to invite Sam over again.

Which was just great.

She hadn't actually done anything particularly bad that made me dislike her, although she did hang off Niall as if she was going out with him.

I guess that since they used to be best friends, she might've been used to that, but it still made me suspicious of her.

"Niall, do you have any lemonade?" She said from the couch, looking up at Niall and twirling a piece of her brown hair around her finger.

"Lemonade? I think I have some 7up?" He offered, walking over to the fridge.

They weren't even acknowledging my presence, as usual. Everything they said irritated me. I scoffed and rolled my eyes at them and took out my phone, staying by myself in one of the single chairs at the side of the room.

I was glad to see that I had a text message, and clicked it immediately, only to see it was only notifying me of a missed call.

Having nothing better to do, I decided to call back the number. It took a few rings for them to answer.

"Hello?" The familiar voice said.

"Hi, Harry," I said.

"Megan, hi!" He replied, "I heard you're, erm, getting married to Niall? Congratulations! That's cool."

I laughed. "Yeah." I looked to Niall with a smirk to see him looking my way. "I'm having second thoughts about whether I want to go through with the marriage or not, though," I lied, trying to hold back the smirk, speaking loudly so Niall would definitely hear me.

"You're what?" Niall said in surprise from where he was.

I simply smirked and got up, leaving the room. I really liked messing with Niall, as mean as it may be. Although, if he ignores me whenever he has that helium-consumer bitch over, then I should be able to mess with his head. It seemed to be the only way to get his attention.

"Really? Why?" I heard Harry say from the other end of the phone as I walked up the stairs.

I could hear Niall's footsteps from downstairs and so I hurried up a bit incase he was following me.

"Well," I said, reaching the top of the stairs, just as a voice from behind me called, "Meg!" I turned around to see Niall already starting up the stairs and I actually squealed, running into our bedroom. I immediately tried to shut the door and stayed with my back against it.

"Niall's a bit of a dick, you see," I said loudly into the phone as Niall started knocking on the door and attempting to open it.

"What's those noises?" Harry asked.

"Noises? There's no noises," I assured him, just before Niall said, "Meg. Open the door."

"I think Niall wants you to open the door," Harry said.

Niall started pushing the door and he was obviously stronger than me, so I screeched and ran away from the door. He opened it and looked at me while I giggled, finding this very entertaining.

I ran to the corner of the room and Niall came after me, laughing, "Do you think this is a game of tag or something?"

When he got closer to me I screamed and realised I had no where to run so I jumped sideways and onto the bed and then attempted to scramble away.

I felt a hand grab my leg, though, and I screamed. "Harry!"

"Harry? I'm not Harry," Niall said confusedly as he kept hold of me, not realising I was talking on the phone.