Niall & Harry Take Miami (22 Times Series)

Chapter Eighteen

Nick barges into the room thirty minutes later after my argument with Harry. I was in my towel, recently out of the bathroom. I scrubbed hard enough so the wolf tattoo could disappear, but it’s still there for three days. The Noah tattoo left my skin so I now know it was fake after all. I’m tattoo-less. My appearance hasn’t changed. I never got a tattoo. That makes me feel relieved and I thank Harry mentally, but that doesn’t mean that I don’t have to be mad at him anymore. I’m angry at him, he fucking trolls me.

“You took long pal,” Harry stands up, “tell me you brought the pills. I haven’t felt better for so long.”

“Daniel knows a bud.” Nick smirks and takes out a Ziplock bag from his pocket and shakes it in the hair, there are about ten pills inside.

“Hide it!” Harry quickly grabs it and hides it under his bed and looks at me.

“How low of you, I don’t even know who you are.” I say.

“You know Harry smoke,”

“Yeah a couple of times and he ends up with asthma, but I didn’t know you take pills to get high! If I tell this to management you’re out of the band.”

“You ruin fun Niall.” Nick says. “Or you just jealous? You can join us in the club. Daniel doesn’t mind another integrant.”

“Fuck Daniel, assholes. I’m not going anywhere; I’m going to see Savannah.”

“Savannah? No way, don’t tell me you’re still seeing her?” Nick rolls his eyes.

“Yep. Pathetic, instead of one night stand he ended up dating her,” Harry grabs his bandana and puts it on, “I give up on him. There is no way he will change.”

“You’re the first one trying to change me and then regret it. Leave my life alone!”

“Fine! Then don’t come to me whining because Ellie, Demi, Francis and Savannah rejected you.”

I pace towards Harry and grabbed him by the collar then punched his jaw. He fell on the floor and Nick pushed me back.

“What the hell? You lads are mates!”

Harry wipes his lips and spits blood to the floor, “Puppy Niall needs to go to the gym before he throws a punch.” He stands up, “Let’s go Nick.”

SAVANNAH’S POV

 

“Give me back the phone, Daniel!”

“How dare you lock yourself in the bathroom to talk to Niall?” He yells and shoves my phone in his pocket. He grabs the keys from the table and looks at me, “I’m going to see my friends. You ruined my afternoon.”

“I need my phone!”

“If I come back and find out that you’re not here…” He gets out of the house and walk towards his car, I go after him. “Hope you rather not.”

No hell of a fair. Why does he always leave me? He just left with my phone!

If he leaves to see his friends, then I’ll do the same.

I grab my keys and head to Niall’s hotel.

*

I knock on the door to the room and fidget. He isn’t answering and I’m worried. I knock harder almost hurting my knuckles.

“Hey, Savannah!” Francis startles me. I turn around to see her with her model friend. Both are walking out of an elevator and walk towards me.

“Um, hello.” I blush, remembering them finding me on Niall’s lap in the dressing room.