Meet Up on Another Page {narry} **discontinued**

Chapter 5

The next morning I woke up with a grueling headache and very, very vague memories of the previous night. I remember going down to talk with David about the whole situation with Madison… but I don’t remember much after that. I think I might have talked about Niall which is as scary prospect. What did I reveal to David? Did I even figure out anything for myself?

My head was pounding and trying to remember anything from last night was only making it worse. I slowly sat up to see that I went to sleep without taking off my jeans or boots. How drunk did I get last night? I gently stood and stripped off my clothing and walked to the shower, rubbing my eyes the entire distance of the walk.

After a long, cold shower I finally felt good enough to make some breakfast. I grabbed my phone on my way to the kitchen to put together a bowl of cereal and saw I had 3 texts.

Hope everything works out for you, mate. Good talk last night. xx

I’ll need to catch up with David soon about what exactly I told him last night.

Hey. Hope everythings okay. Just thinking of you. x

Madison. I typed a quick reply telling her everything’s alright and I’m still thinking things over.

What did you want to talk about? You drunk mate?

Shit. Niall. I quickly checked my sent messages and I saw I didn’t send him anything. Which can only mean that I called him… I checked my call logs and saw that I did. 3:04 AM outgoing call to the one and only Niall Horan. Shit.

Suddenly any appetite I had vanished. I quickly paced across the main area of my flat pulling at my hair and muttering “shit” to myself over and over. What could I have possibly said to him? By the sound of his text I must not have gotten very far… Maybe I did only tell him I wanted to talk or something. Fuck, I hope I didn’t say anything to incriminating. I checked the clock to see that it was 1 in the afternoon, meaning David would still be sleeping after working the graveyard shift. I needed to talk to someone about this. Or maybe I didn’t. I can just text Niall and say I actually was drunk and that I didn’t actually need to talk to him about anything. Right… right. I can do that. Just a quick solution to this problem.

Sorry about that mate. I was pretty drunk last night. Just ignore the call. xx

There. No harm done. I sighed deeply and sunk into the sofa. I put in a movie and grabbed Charlie to quietly play with as I tried to ease my mind. As soon as I felt better I stood up to get something to eat from the kitchen. As I opened a cupboard above the stove I heard a small ding as I received a text. My pulse instantly increased as the realization that it was most likely Niall texting back dawned on me.

I tried to slowly walk to my phone but ended up taking long quick strides to the table where it was sitting. I immediately snatched it up and slid my finger across the screen to open it.

Not so fast – you did get part of what you wanted to say out, just didn’t know if I heard you right. :) Meet me for lunch so we can talk. xx

So much for an easy solution to my problem. I guess there’s nothing I can do to avoid it now. Fuck.

I texted Niall asking when and where to meet him and stood up to put my boots on. With my anxiety levels rising, I put on my jumper and walked out the door.

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Niall and I met at a small café near my flat, discovering it was about a half-way point, meaning that he was actually very close to me.

I sat uncomfortably in my chair, attempting to look relaxed but failing miserably.

“Harry, what’s got you so worked up? You haven’t been able to stop fidgeting since we sat down.” Niall sat back in his chair, appearing calm, cool and collected; exactly what I was going for.