Nandos with Niall

Chapter 26

This is the second to last chapter maybe, we'll find out. There will be no epilogue. Sorry.

BUT THERE WILL BE A SEQUEL. If people will read it of course.

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I sat on my uncomfortable bed and sighed, resting my elbow on my suitcase beside me. Delia and I parted ways at the airport, because her mom picked her up. I stared at the wall until I heard weird ringing beside me. I quirked an eyebrow at my phone before sliding the unlock thing. Six faces covered the screen.

Louis, Liam, Harry, Zayn, Niall, and Delia. I squealed, letting a smile spread on my face. The wonders if Skype.

"Hello!" Harry exclaimed in a very posh accent.

"Oh my God," I mumbled. "You guys. I honestly thought you would never call. I thought you just said it to get us out if your hair."

Louis clutched his chest like he was insulted. "What do you think we are, heartless?" He shouted. I giggled and smiled. Is it bad that I was away from them for a few hours, and I already miss them terribly?

The boys continued to blabber on about the ride. The bad food. The smelly loo. And don't forget the rude flight attendant. I told them that maybe if they hadn't constantly bothered her, she would have been nicer, but no. I'm always wrong. Pretty soon, I was tired. Jet lag does that kind of thing to you.

I reluctantly dismissed myself, the boys told me they would call tomorrow sometime. I hung up and flopped over on my bed, draping a blanket across my waist and sleeping.

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I awoke to the sound of tapping. I felt wetness on my cheek and wiped the slobber running from my mouth. Ew. I climbed out of bed, still in my jeans, and walked down my steps. The constant banging got quicker and louder as I made my way down. I yanked the door open to see a soaked Delia, crying on my front porch. Why would she come here in the rain?

I pulled her in for a hug, not even caring I had no idea what happened. I lead her into the house and shut the door.

"What is wrong?" I asked her.

"I miss them. I know, it's sad, but I really do." She sobbed. This struck me with surprise. She was all blank stares and blinkless glances at the airport. I rubbed soothing circles into her back as she cried, not really knowing what to do.

"Does anyone know you're here?"

She shook her head, no.

"Do you want to stay?"

She nodded.

I pulled her by her hand up the steps and into my room. We sat on my bed and I pulled out my phone. I opened Skype without her looking. I dismissed myself to go to the bathroom and continued tapping on my phone.

One sleepy face popped up on my screen, hair stuck to his forehead and usual sparkling green eyes darkened.

"Hey, Harry." I whispered.

"Hey. What's up?" He looked confused. He also whispered to me.

"Why are you whispering?" I gave him a weird look.

"I should ask you the same question. I just don't the boys hearing me." He informed me, running a hand through his matted curls.

"Oh, well Delia is in the next room, she doesn't know I'm calling you. She is worse than me."

"What do you mean?" Concern laced his features.

"She came to my house, crying, in the pouring rain."

He furrowed his eyebrows. "Why?"

"She misses you guys." I sigh. He let out a breath and glanced at me.

"I'll call her. Bye, Christen." He said a bit louder.

"Did I hear Chr-" I heard from his side if the call before he hung up. I giggled and walked back to my room, to see a Delia, smiling through her tears.

"How are you, love?" I heard Harry. Delia mumbled something I couldn't hear. A smile graced my face just seeing she was okay now. I got clothes for her to change into and sat next to her on the bed.

The conversation was short, because the boys ended up running into the room, and they had a concert tomorrow. Delia got changed and fell asleep draped over my bed. I slept on a pile of blankets in the floor. Oh well.

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Sorry for the late update.