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After napping at Louis', I decided to go back to my dorm to take a shower and maybe eat a quick snack, even though I really didn't want to.

I shoved my key in the lock and turned it, yanking the door open. The first thing I saw when I got inside was Niall sitting at the kitchen table, shoving a whole chocolate-chip cookie in his mouth. He looked up from his phone to look at me, then scowled when he saw me.

I sighed and took a seat in front of him. "I just think you're moving a little too fast with Harry."

"I didn't ask for your thoughts," he retorted, not even looking at me.

"Niall, you know I just care about your safety. If anything ever happened to you, I would never forgive myself."

He put down his phone, resting his chin on his fist and looking deep into my eyes. "I know, I just—" he huffed at a loss of words. "It's just that Harry is really special to me, you know? I don't wanna lose him."

I put an assuring hand over Niall's on the table and forced a smile across my face. "I know, Niall. All I'm asking is to take it a teensy bit slower, okay? And please be careful."

He got up and walked next to me, wrapping his pale arms around my neck. "Thanks, Zayn, you really are the best. I really do mean it."

I chuckled as I patted his hands. "Don't you have class in fifteen minutes?"

He gasped as he brought his hands to his face. "You're right!" He ran to his bag and picked it up, soon heading for the door. "Bye, Zaynie! I love you!"

If only that were true.

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It was nine o'clock at night when I came home and found Niall cooking spaghetti and meatballs, Harry clinging onto him from behind. I internally rolled my eyes as I put my bag down on the couch and stripped off my sweatshirt.

"Hey, Zayn!" Niall chirped.

"Hey," Harry greeted me as well.

"Hey, guys. What are you up to?" I asked in fake excitement over my hidden rage.

"Making dinner," Niall replied as he stirred the pot. "Zayn, do you mind making some samosas? I told Harry that they were delicious, and now he's dying to try some." Harry nodded his head and smiled at this.

"Sure, I'd love to," I lied.

Great, now I have to watch them be all lovey-dovey while I cook them food I don't even want to make.

As I added the spicy potato mixture to the folded dough, I watched Harry and Niall cuddle in front of the stove and steal some kisses, imagining that was me and Niall instead.

Right before I dropped the samosas into the fryer, Harry said, "Oh, you fry them? Can you bake them? Because I don't eat fried food."

Then do it your fucking self, I wanted to snap back, but I knew I couldn't. Niall would never forgive me if I said anything like that to Harry.

"I can, but they won't taste that good," I replied.

Harry grinned at me. "That's okay, I'm used to eating baked foods. They taste good to me."

"Okay, baked samosas it is then."

Harry was really bugging me. Not only his presence, but everything he said and did was annoying. He would not stop talking and asking questions during dinner, and he had this hideous laugh that I could not stand.

"Why don't you stay the night, Harry?" Niall asked him.