Niall's Pov.
I wake up the next morning with a killer headache and a smashed phone.
I haul myself out of bed and into the kitchen to retrieve some food.
I see a note on my fridge saying..
'Morning Niall! Finally woken up have we? Ive left some Ibuprofen and Lucozade in the mini fridge.
Call me when you see this.
Your sober, Cheery, Not hungover pal Harry.
Xxxxxxxx' It reads.
Bastard.
Absolute bastard.
I pick up my house phone and dial Harry's number.
"Harry Edward Styles! What the fuck happened last night?"I demand.
"Oh chill out. Come to Zayn's room and Liam and I shall explain the unfortunate events of last night"He chirps.
"I hate you"
"I love you Niall"
"Yeah yeah love you too you twat" I laugh.
"Bye!"
At Zayn's.
"Sup bitches!"
"In the kitchen!"Louis shouts from whar I assume is the kitchen.
"What goes on boys?" I ask.
"Boys? Pfft, Niall please. I am a man!" Zayn says proudly.
"Whatever now tell me Harry!"
"Why me? Liam was involved too!" He whines.
"Are you a man or not?" I ask.
"Yes"
"Then put on your penis and fucking tell me!" I stress.
"Fine. Vienna said she didn't love you when you said it too her. You rung Liam crying and went out and got smashed. I, Then, came and got you and brought you to your room and here we are!" He says in one breath.
"So not anything too embarrassing then?" I hopefully ask.
"If you count stroking a windscreen wiper and talking to a glass of Whiskey not embarrassing then sure" Giggles Louis.
"Oh for fucks sake,The paps didn't see did they?"
"Look for yourself" Says Zayn and chucks me Ok! magazine.
'Niall Horan has a drinking problem? Or just a windscreen fetish?'
Fucking paps.
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Coincidental Fate
FanfictionSometimes you fall in love unexpectedly. Sometimes its pre-planned and thought out. Sometimes it's coincidental. Sometimes its fate. Other times, Its Coincidental Fate..
