I remember thinking Harry's response was hilarious as I read it. He was making this moment comical no matter how serious it is.
That's what I love about him.
As I'm mentally planning out my reply to him my aunt comes into my room.
"Niall honey?"
I face her and nod.
"You have someone on the phone for you. A friend?"
I shake my head and shoo her away, indicating I can't talk on the phone right now, or at all.
She shuts my door back with a frown and I get back to what I was doing.
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N.S. [narry au]
FanfictionNiall's letters to Harry, Harry's letters to Niall, and what is to become of them afterwords. © brianna lauren 2014