Nandos with Niall

Chapter 29

Delia POV

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I heard yelling down the other line of the call, then a bang, like something fell.

"Harry?" I asked, confused. Silence is all I got in return. A few seconds later, I heard shuffling and then a 'sorry.'

"What happened?" I furrowed my eyebrows.

"Louis just being a butthead."

"A butthead?" I giggled, "Childish, much?"

"So? I'm a child at heart." He joked.

"Yeah, we'll it's getting late. I'll call you tomorrow, yeah?" I suggested.

"Sure. Talk to you then." He hung up. That was one thing I didn't like; when people hang up without a proper goodbye. Oh well. I flopped over on my bed and lay there.

I had a few moments of quiet-a good quiet-before my phone began to ring. I groaned before rolling over and picking it up.

"Hello?" I asked in the nicest voice I could, even though I was still slightly annoyed.

"Do you like him?" I recognised the voice immediately. My mouth became dry as I attempted to gulp, having no luck at all.

She was talking about Harry.

"W-who?" I attempted the clueless act, but was very unsuccessful, letting my nerves get the best of me.

"Don't be stupid. Harry you dummy!" her cheery voice continued.

"O-oh." Awkward silence overwhelmed the phone call. My eyes flickered across the room, making me look as though I was seeing my house for the first time.

It felt like years, or maybe centuries passed before she shouted "You do!" I bit my tongue to try to stop myself from denying it. Even I knew it was true.

"Awe." She cooed, "That's adorable."

"Shut up!" I yelped. I didn't like her to see me as "vulnerable" or "mushy" or whatever liking someone makes you. She wasn't about to expect me to turn all lovey dovey. It just wasn't me.

"Haha. Whatever. Lou called asked me if you liked him. I found some good news. Harold likes my little Delia!" She said that last bit in a baby voice. I scoffed and rolled my eyes, but in reality I had butterflies erupting through my stomach. Who knew just a bit of good news could make me feel giddy inside.

"Good for him. I would two if I were in his spot. I'm flawless." I said, as seriously as I could without dying laughing. Is it even possible to die of laughter?

"Well, I'll let you go." She told me and hung up. I thought for a few minutes about what she told me.

'Harold likes my little Delia!'

Did she mean like as in friends, or to the extent I liked him?

You moron! She wouldn't be telling you he liked you as a friend.

Of course, leave it to the one and only to have a argument with herself. I ended up falling asleep in the middle of that argument to myself.

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I'm sorry it's late and short. Be happy you got something at all. I'm trying to get into Student Council at my school, so that is bothering me a bit. Updates will be crappy until June 20th, so don't hold me against crappy updates until then. Have a nice life.

-Delia.