“Harry?”
“Hi, this is Harry Styles’ voicemail. Sorry I didn’t answer, I was probably busy. But whoever you are, I love you so please forgive me! You should leave me a message to make me happy for making you sad… er. Bye!”
Niall laughed, Harry’s voicemail was so him. He left a message, like Harry had said. “Harry, it’s me. Just doing the daily call. I’m gonna hang up and wait five minutes to call you back, hopefully you answer.” Niall hung up and went to sit on the bench a few feet away to wait.
Five minutes later, Niall got back up and went to call Harry again. He waited, holding his breath, for Harry to pick up. While he did love Harrys voicemail, he wanted to talk to the real thing. He sighed, about to hang up, not wanting to deal with the voicemail again.
“Niall, this is you, right?” Harry rushed out, answering at the last minute. “Sorry I didn’t answer before, I was peeing and then you called while I was getting something to drink, so that’s why I took so long this time.”
Niall let out his breath and laughed at himself. “Yeah, yeah it’s me. And it’s fine.
“Why are you laughing?” Harry asks.
“Because, I’m mad at you and I should hate you. But I loved listening to your voicemail but I still wanted to talk to you and I got sad cause I thought you weren’t gonna answer again, and I should really hate you. I can’t do it right, though.”
Harry gets quiet and Niall thinks maybe he’s hurt his feelings. He forces himself not to care. “So. Does that mean you’re gonna come home since you can’t hate me?” Harry asks hopefully.
Niall sighs. “No. Bye, Harry. I’ll call tomorrow.” And hangs up.
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Payphone «Narry»
FanfictionA broken-hearted boy travels around the country trying to escape the pain, and calls his ex-lover from a different payphone everyday. "I'm at a payphone trying to call home." "All of my change I spent on you." "Where have the times gone? Baby, it's...
