Secretly Irish

Chapter Twenty-One

Macy’s POV

after gym

“Macy?” Harry asked, laying next to me as he played with my hair.

I hummed, and he took a deep breath before continuing.

“I still love you.”

I giggled, reaching my hands to the top of my head to grab his hands, and I turned around to face him.

“I still love you, too.” I said, smiling. He smiled in response and gave me a kiss before we fell into a deep slumber.

Now

I was on my laptop, and Niall was texting Jamie. They would be a really cute couple. I was secretly coming up with ship names for them in my head.

Niamie

Jiall

I really like Jiall.

“Hey Niall, I know you and Jamie’s ship name.”

“I haven’t even asked her out yet.”

“So? It’s Jiall.”

“Cool.” He mumbled, then brightened up when his phone lit up.

“She’s coming over, get dressed.” Niall smiled at me, as he got up off the couch to sport a better choice of clothing. I was just in pajama shorts and Harry’s “Rolling Stones” t-shirt. I jogged upstairs, looking at Harry who was still sleeping in my bed.

“Hazza, get up. Jamie is coming over.”

“Why? I don’t wanna,”

“Niall might ask her out, come on.”

I quickly grabbed a pair of clothes, which happened to be galaxy printed leggings, and a white tshirt with a jean jacket. I ran a brush through my hair, and put it in a side braid, then put a bit of makeup on.

“Harry, come on, get out of bed, she’s going to be here any minute now.”

“I’m dressed, okay? I’m just tired.” He sat up, fixing his hair and walked to the door, opening it for me.

“Thank you.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

We jogged down the stairs, and Jamie was sitting there, dressed in the cutest outfit. She was wearing skinny jeans with combat boots, a striped shirt with lace at the sides, and a jean jacket. She had on a necklace with a “J” on it, and her hair was in a messy bun, with a bit of curls falling out. She was beautiful.

“Hi Jamie!” I said, giving her a hug.

“Hi Macy!”

“Do we want to go out for lunch? It’s nearly 12.” Niall said. He couldn’t keep his eyes off of Jamie. Harry didn’t stare at her, well, he’d look, but he didn’t look at her like he looked at me.

“Sure, where to?” Louis said, looking at Harry. Harry was giving him a look. I knew what that look was. They didn’t like Jamie. But why? She seemed like a nice person.

“Nandos.”

We all groaned, and I wanted to go somewhere else. Niall ended up having us go to Nando’s, and Jamie thought it was funny how much we disagreed with Niall where we should eat. But when it happens nearly every day, its not funny. I don’t know about you, but I am getting quite sick of chicken and potatoes.

“So Jamie, do you have any siblings?”

“Yeah, but they are all pests. I don’t like my parents, either. So I moved out from California and here, to London.”