texts | narry

2.1

the boys were now back home, and ready to write more music. although they had a lot of help, they knew they had to at least put in a bit of work.

but Niall was, as usual, sleeping on his bed. a pack of chips on his bedside table and the TV left on.

Niall's phone began to ring loudly in the kitchen, blasting Harry's screaming rendition of 'One Thing'. literally, Niall's ringtone was Harry screaming the lyrics of 'One Thing'. but Niall didn't know that until now.

Niall jolted awake, running out of bed to the kitchen. he accidentally slammed into a wall, whimpering in pain. once he ran into the kitchen, he struggled to find his phone.

"SO GET OUT GET OUT GET OUT OF MY HEAD AND FALL INTO MY ARMS INSTEAD DUN DUN I DON'T I DON'T DON'T KNOW WHAT IT ISSSSSSSSS-"

the ringtone stopped playing and Niall heaved a sigh of relief. he turned his head and found his phone, on the kitchen counter.

rolling his eyes, he picked up his phone to see one missed call and one message from Harry.

harry : how u like ur ringtone ;)

harry : do u like it

niall : u little fuk no i don't

harry : oops.

niall : I'd rather have donald trump's nude pics then have to listen to that ever again

harry : hmm really

niall : fuck ya

niall: which one's better

Niall began to laugh to himself, thinking about nude Donald Trump. gross. but, he looked back to his phone and received something he definitely didn't expect to get.

harry : *picture attached*

harry : what abt my nude pics

niall : I'm not going to open that

Niall immediately opened the picture, and he gasped, his eyes about to pop out.