Off The Internet (Narry)

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Hi lovelies! Sadly this is the last chapter, however it is split into two parts, the epilogue will continue from where I leave off this part. 

I might do a sequel too because I'm so attached to this book

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I follow Niall outside; smiling at thinking about soon I'll get to see him on stage, in his moment. We go over to the end of the street, which standing by the passenger door of the nondescript black car, holding a big black umbrella, is a big, burly man with a bald head so shiny I'm almost certain I can see myself in it.

"This is Basil" Niall says. "He might look intimidating, but actually he sings along to Whitney Houston songs in his spare time and would choose a bubble bath over a shower most days." Niall gives his bodyguard a friendly punch in the arm as we pass him to get in. "Isn't that right, Basil?"

"You got me, sir," he says. "And you must be Harry?" He gives me a friendly wink and I instantly feel at ease. I know why Niall wanted to reassure me about him—he looks like the sort of man you might see standing at the doors of a nightclub on a Friday night, keeping everyone in order. From what Niall just said, though, perhaps he'd most likely be found inside the club—at the karaoke machine, dancing around with a pink cocktail in hand—than outside it, pulling fights apart.

I'm imagining him belting out "I Will Always Love You" as I reply: "Hello! Yes, nice to meet you, Whitney." I hold out my hand, but my face flushes red as I realize what I've just called him. This was not the introduction to Niall's entourage that I had pictured! What ever happened to sophistication, intelligence, or even normal words? Straightaway I stammer out an apology, trying to rescue the situation, but Niall steps in.

"You're definitely not the first to call him that, Haz," Niall says, laughing.

Basil gives me a wink and a smirk. "Well, from now on, Harry, you can call me Whitney. Just don't go expecting any sing-along sessions, unless you're willing to join in." Basil hops into the driver's seat while I nervously laugh along with him. 

Niall held onto my hand, squeezing it as Basil started to drive to the stadium. He whispered to me, trying to keep me calm. It was a good thing to have him; I really don't want to have a panic attack right now. 

I lean into his chest and feel his heart beating; I can't help but think this is way better than Skype. I stare up at his chiselled jaw, messy dark hair, and deep blue eyes. How did I get so lucky? I'm normally the unlucky guy who's always caught in the rain without an umbrella, who never has his number drawn in the school raffle, and who always loses at Monopoly. Maybe life has been storing up all my wins just for this: so I can be with Niall.

"Are you excited for tonight?" He squeezes my hand and I realize I've been staring at him in awe.

"Oh . . . Yes! I can't believe it. You're opening for a band so big that even I've heard of them!" Niall's face goes a bit white, and I realize I must not be helping his nerves. "You're going to be amazing, I know it. Are you nervous?"

"I'd be lying if I said no, but I'm mostly just pumped. This has been my dream since I was twelve, and now I get to do it all, and with the best boyfriend on the planet." He lifts my hand to his mouth and kisses it, and I blush a deep red. 

 "I'm so happy that you decided to come with me, Haz. It's going to be the greatest adventure."

"Well, adventures are my favourite . . . besides driving in cars." I laugh, although it doesn't quite cover up the nerves I feel at the thought of all the cars we'll have to take on the tour. Niall recognizes this in my eyes almost immediately.