-Miranda's POV-
"I swear Niall if you don't put the peanut butter down I'm gonna-"
"You're gonna what? Hit me? You've slapped me twice, and kicked me in the shin once already. Not much more damage can be done." Right now Niall was on top of me with a handful of peanut butter in his hands. I was struggling to get out from under him, and get my revenge but he was to heavy for my weak strength.
Niall has been over everyday for the last couple of days I've been back in London, and honestly it's great having a friend to talk to while I'm here. Both of my arms were pinned by his knees and all I could do was try to attempt to hide my face. There was no getting out of this, he was finally getting his revenge for me giving him stain-teeth-gum. His teeth were now black, and boy was it funny.
Niall and I have always been into pranking each other, I just happen to be better then him. He raised his hand with the peanut butter and then brought it closer to my face with every second that's gone by. His hand then came in contact with my face smearing the peanut butter up and down my cheeks and nose, covering me from forehead to chin. "Payback is a bitch Miranda." He laughed, getting off of me. He smeared the rest of the peanut butter on his jeans and then helped me up after, giving me a hand up.
"So I guess." I started laughing and walked into the bathroom grabbing a damp wash cloth and dabbing it on my face. After cleaning my face off, I met Niall back in the kitchen where he was putting away the jar. I walked up to the counter and hopped up so I was now sitting on it.
The room was quiet for a minute while he washed his hands, besides the sound of the rushing water flowing from the sink. "I'm gonna get you back Horan, you know that right?"
"Oh I know, and I'll be waiting." He winked at me.
"Niall?"
"Yeah?"
"Can I ask you a question?"
"Sure, shoot."
The first question that popped into my head is the first question I asked. "Have you heard anything, anything at all?" He looked over at me and shook his head no frowning a bit.
"No sorry, but I'll let you know when I do."
"Thanks."
There was a knock on the door and both our heads snapped to the front door. I got up off the counter and walked over to the door looking through the peep hole, to see blonde curly hair in my way. I opened the door slowly and peaked an eye out to see a face that I've missed dearly.
"Perrie?" I asked
"One and only." She smiled hugging me tightly.
"What are you doing here? Where's Harry?" So many questions were running through my head right now, and so many were spitting out of my mouth. She laughed and covered my mouth with her hand.
"Harry was right, you do ask a lot of questions." She giggled, and then I stepped back letting her into the house. I walked into the kitchen realizing Niall was still here.
"Who's this?" Perrie asked, suggesting Niall's presence.
"Perrie this is Niall and Niall this is Perrie-" I was about to blurt Harry's friend girlfriend but telling him that just might not be a good idea. So I substituted in something else. "an old friend."
"Hi Perrie, nice to meet you." He smiled waving.
"Likewise." Perrie said, I could tell she didn't mean it sincerely. And I think Niall knew it as well. "Well you two must have catching up to do. So I'm just gonna go. I'll text you later Miranda?"
I nodded and watched him as he grabbed his sweatshirt off the edge of the couch and walk to the door. He looked back before shutting it completely and waved, I waved back with a smile and then he was gone. I turned back to Perrie who I was more then thrilled to see.
"Why are you here?" I asked.
"Came to check on you."
"Me why, I should be making sure you're okay."
"You would think huh?"
"How's Harry?" I asked, that's what I really wanted to know.
"Angry, like usual."
"Oh."
"He misses you though." And with the sound of those words my spirits lifted. "Yeah right." I said out loud.
"He does actually. He managed to come and make sure you were okay the other day." So it was him at the bowling alley, at least now I know that I'm not going completely insane.
I wanted to know how he was, where he was, what he was thinking, if he ever thought of me, if he still has his nightmares. I wanted to know everything that I've missed. "Why didn't he come and see me face to face though?"
"Cause he thinks you're with the blonde."
"Niall?"
She nodded. "No he's just an old friend that I vacation with."
"That's not what Harry thinks."
Shit. I let out a sigh. She told me how he went ballistic when he got back and thought I had moved on. But in the letter he told me that I should. I was confused on so many levels. "Can I see him?"
"I don't think that's a good idea."
"Why?"
"It was bad enough for him to check up on you, but we think the cops might follow you to him."
I nodded, I just wanted to see him one more time. I wanted to be with him physically right now, beside him on the couch at Perrie's house watching reruns of Full House on Nick@Nite. I wanted to be close up our forehead touching, his hands wrapped around my body as we sleep in the guest bedroom.
"I should get going, I'm risking a lot just being here right now."
"When will I see you again?" I asked walking her back to the front door.
"I dunno, soon." She smiled. I opened the door and let her through after saying goodbye. I shut the door behind her and leaned up against the door. I slid down and brought my knees to my chest and wrapping my hands around my needs-to-be-shaved-soon legs.
-Harry's POV-
"-Louis said he was spotted near the pier last week." Zayn said while pointing out the pier on the map that was laying flat out on the kitchen table. It was marked with a red tack. We were tracking down all the last points where he was seen, trying to get a pin point on where the son of a bitch might be staying.
Perrie walked through the front door with a smile. "You were wrong curls."
"What are you talking about?" I asked her.
"She's not with the blonde."
"You talked to her?" I stopped what I was doing so I could hear what she was about to say. It crushed me to know that she might've already moved on and only been putting something else on my mind distracting me from everything else.
She sat on the couch in the living room and I stood up in front of the TV. "I did indeed. You don't have any competition."
"Why is the blonde gay?"
"No but she asked about you first thing when I walked through the door, nice place you were staying in by the way-"
"Perrie."
"She wanted to know all about you, and when she could see you again."
"What did you say?"
I was coming more intrigued into the conversation with every word. It was nice to know she still thought about me the way I think about her. I was gonna get her back soon, I needed her way more then she needed me but I didn't care. I wanted to see her again, more then possibly then she wanted to see me. My dreams only fade when she shares the bed with me, the only time I'm not pissed is when she's by my side.
"So romeo, how you gonna get her back."
"I don't know."
"Yes you do know."
I wish I did. I want to get the son of a baster so my name will be cleared and then I can be with her without the cops up my ass but it's gonna be a lot longer then I thought. Her father hates my guts probably, so I can't go sneaking over there.
"Perrie?" I looked up to see she was flipping some sort of fashion magazine.
"Hmm?"
"You're gonna have to help me out"
"What do you mean?"
"You're going under cover."
A|N: Ba da da da.. da! I'm not loving that vacation is now over so now I'm back to my schedule of three updates a week. I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter as much as I enjoyed writing this. I know there's a lot more dialogue then there is detail on the scene and the action of the characters but I was trying to get the point across in the chapter.
Hope you guys are having a great start to your new years, as well as I am. I just had breakfast for dinner. And boy was it delicious. Please COMMMENT i love it, I really do. It makes me feel like I'm writing this story not just for myself and a bunch of random hearts!
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