One Direction Preferences

Preference 59- His Mum Doesn't Like You, (HARRY&NIALL,PT3.)

His Mum Doesn't Like You, (PART3, NIALL&HARRY.):

Niall: 'The rumors you guys r hearin r true. Me and (Y/N), have split, plz respect our decision.' You read over the tweet again and again and again. Our decision? Since when was it a mutual decision? You pick up your phone and dial Niall's number. He answers it straight away, almost as if he was expecting you to ring. "A tweet Niall, a tweet?!" You yell at him, you can almost tell he's pulling the phone away from his ear. "I'm sorry, what was I meant to do?" he retorts, just as quick as he answered the phone. "Talk to me for god sakes. I waited a week to hear something from you and all I get is a tweet? You didn't even talk to me and you said it was our decision? I cant believe you." You stop yourself, knowing that you're going to cry. "I'm sorry (Y/N)." Niall talks slow and steady. Probably pacing himself because he knows that he'll just crack. "Can we meet up? Talk about it? Not in public obviously. I just want to talk to you. My family's putting me under a lot of pressure. I just want to talk to you (Y/N)." You stare at your bitten nails, you do it when you're anxious. "I'll be happy to meet up with you." You say softly, you're actually going to talk about it. "Can you do me a favour though Niall?" You ask one more question, waiting for his answer.

"Sure, anything." You look up from your badly bitten nails and look out the window. "Just delete the tweet, please." You take a deep breath. You worry that he'll say no, but you're wrong. "Sure (Y/N). So shall I just text about when and where we can meet?" You shift your eyes from the window back to your nails, "Sure." That's all you say before hanging up the phone. Smiling to yourself softly.

Harry: You've been home for almost an hour; you've just been sat watching the clock tick by slowly. It's safe to say it's been the longest hour of your life. As your eyes become heavier you hear a knock on the door. You think for a few seconds, is it your dad? Your brother? They live half way across the world though, have they come to visit? You stop yourself from thinking and just get up to answer the door. As soon as you open the door a figure with a familiar smell engulfs you in a hug. You scream and push it away, only realising it's Harry. "What are you even doing here?" You ask him, leaving him in the doorway. Not bothering to invite him in. "I wanted to come and speak to you. Sort things out." He says to you, breathless. "I think we sorted things out pretty clearly back at your house Harry." You say to him, starting to shut the door but he slams his fist against the bleak, hard wood. "NO (Y/N). You're going to put everything behind us? Everything that we've done together you're just going to say goodbye to all of that?!" You cant believe what he's saying, he's blaming you. "Harry, you were the one who said that your mum and you argued over me, your mum made it clear that she didn't like me and all you did was stare at the wall!" you look at him dead in the eyes, just like you did back at the house. "I know. I'm so sorry." He tilts his head away from you a little bit, looking off into the distance. "It was a really shallow move of me, im sorry (Y/N). Let's please, please just talk it through?" You sigh heavily, not knowing what you're going to get yourself into. "Okay, okay.." You open the door wider so he can come through, shutting it as soon as he steps onto your welcome mat. He takes his usual spot on the settee as he usually does when he visits you. "Coffee?" You ask him, making your way through to the kitchen and getting his mug out already, despite what his answer is. "Please."

**I want to let you all use your imaginations and think of what will happen, I cleared things up in this part, and just to let you know I'm not doing a part four, so please don't request! I want to start and write some fresh prefs!:D 10+votes for the next preference!:)**