Bad Blood (h.s.)

Part Sixty-Nine

Part Sixty-Nine

My eyes stare at Niall, his blue orbs bright, not shown to intimidate. "I've heard a lot about you," he tells me, kissing the back of my hand. His cold lip ring hits my skin and I pull my hand away, looking at Ruth. She shrugs and walks to the backroom.

"Obviously you haven't heard Harold talk about me."

He smiles and I shake my head. "Well, long story short, I met Harry when we were in high school, both of us coming from across the ocean. We hung out a few times but barely. I got involved in a gang and I help him erase bad things on his record. I helped him place a restraining order on Jake and Keaton, assholes if you ask me," he whispers, me laughing at his comment.

"He also called me when you got chloroformed, concerned and worried for a girl he wanted to call his girlfriend."

I smile and I ask him if he wants to come over for dinner, his smiling face nodding. We walk to Harry's and my apartment, him telling me about the stupid things they used to do. It's weird to hear about Harry's friendship with someone, not knowing about a friend he had.

"So he actually did have a friend?" I ask him, his head nodding.

"We went to parties and stuff but Harry being the guy he is, would leave after girls would make moves on him. He didn't particularly want to be involved like that, leaving by himself a lot. He was very secluded and didn't like many people. He never dated, but women were attracted to him more than anyone. He had that characteristic that drove girls crazy for him, but he had no interest."

My stomach drops but at the same time my heart swells. He hated all girls and would turn them down for nothing, but he found me. He made me his girlfriend.

"I honestly thought Harold would die alone. Seeing as his girlfriend is standing next to me, I don't think that'll happen anymore."

I laugh and he does too, leading him into the Hemingway building.

"So how long are you here for?" I ask, his hands shoved into his pockets.

"Um, just until tomorrow. I have a girlfriend I have to get home too. She's graduating soon so I have to help her pay off loans."

"How nice of you," I compliment, stopping at our door and unlocking it. We walk in and Pink Floyd rings through my ears.

"Harry?" I ask, both of us walking into the apartment and I shut the door.

"In the kitchen," he says, my feet walking into the kitchen. His back flexes as he works on the stove, my body walking behind him.

"I have a guest," I tell him, kissing his cheek. He turns around and smiles, flipping the switch on the burner.

"What the hell are you doing here mate?" he asks, giving Niall a handshake/hug thing.

"I had to see the girl you've fallen for. I thought you were going to die alone," he laughs, Harry joining him.

"Yeah, well, she's different from other girls. She's my girl," he says, wrapping an arm around my shoulders and kissing the top of my head.

"How adorable Harry. Now, I was told there would be food," Niall explains, all of us laughing and Harry telling us to sit down.

"I made spaghetti so you better enjoy," Harry says to Niall, Niall's eyes lighting up.

"My favorite."

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"We took Mr. Smith's reading glasses and took the lenses out so he couldn't see. Oh my God he was as blind as a bat," Niall laughs, Harry's lips in a smile as he watches me laugh.