texts | narry

2.3

Harry paced around the room, stopping every once in a while to glance at his phone, which wasn't ringing or buzzing. he proceeded to continue pacing around the room. this was probably the most strenuous workout Harry had ever done.

it had been four hours since Harry had texted Niall, but he still did not get a response. was Niall's phone dead? or was Niall dead?

Harry's heart began to race. what was he thinking? had he just destroyed the possibility of a relationship with Niall?

Harry's phone finally buzzed. all thoughts went out the window as he saw the messagd he had received.

unknown : niall here :)

Harry saved the contact and quickly responded.

harry : hey what happened?

niall : i needed a new phone

niall : you sent me a pic i think

niall : but I didn't see it sorry

harry : it wasn't important, don't worry abt it

Harry was grateful that Niall hasn't seen the picture. if he had, who knows what could've happened.

if only Harry knew.

niall : so, dinner tonight at 8??

harry : sure! at your place?

niall : yep

Harry yelled in excitement. he rushed to the bathroom and showered, brushed his teeth and styled his hair. he changed into his nicest clothes and rushed out the door.

he took a cab to Niall's, with no sight of any paparazzi following him. he knocked on the door.

Niall opened the door, grinning. "you are thirty minutes early."

"yeah, I know. I, uh... was in the area when you sent the message."

sure you were, Harry.