until the end; narry

ten

Theme Song: Perfect- Selena Gomez
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this is exactly why you keep your relationships out of work, Niall! Niall's conscience yelled at him. Niall angrily floured on the gas petal in the highway to his and Zayn's shared home. Niall was so zoned out in his anger, he didn't even realize he was going over the speed limit.
  All Niall could hear was the rev of his powerful engine and his screaming thoughts. He left the dinner in a respectful manner. Lying he had some work to do, Harry's eyes begged him to stay but Niall left anyway. Once he was on the road, his anger was taken out on the highway.
That long, dark, lonely highway.
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Niall slams his bedroom door after he marches up the stairs. He took off everything that wasn't him. The dress shirt that was too tight, the tie that choked him throughout the night, the uncomfortable dress shoes and the sticky and wet hair gel that smelled.
  He was busy trying to impress someone who belonged to someone he wanted. For what? So he can sweet talk Harry out of her arms?

There was a knock on the door, then a voice. " Ni? You alright?" Zayn called from the other side of the door. " I'm fine, Z." Niall shakes out his hair and sighs loudly. Ignoring his friend, Zayn opens the door and walks toward Niall who was turned the other way. Ashamed of his tears, Niall hugged himself and looked down.
Zayn takes Niall by the shoulder and turns him around. " You're not fine." Zayn says softly. Niall didn't even have the courage to look at Zayn. He hated that he was right. Without hesitation, Zayn pulls Niall into a hug. Automatically, poor Niall broke down into tears. Zayn was his best friend, more like his brother, so it hurt that he couldn't tell him that he was apart of a very messy affair with Harry Styles.
"Everything will be okay. Whatever it is, Ni. It'll get better." Zayn strokes Niall's soft hair and lets him go. "Whatever it is." He says one last time and walks out the room. He wished that it was true.
Niall sniffs and decides to get a quick shower before finally heading to bed.

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Niall walks into the conference room with a cup of coffee and his phone. Harry was in the corner talking to a representative. He tries to take his gaze off of the man and onto Niall. Hoping he would notice him but sadly Niall didn't. Every now and then, Harry would side eye Niall hoping he would look back. Niall goes and sits along side Liam and Louis. " Morning, mate." Lou chirps up. " Morning." Niall responds tiredly. A whiff of Harry's cologne trailed under Niall's nose. Harry had walked past Niall and sat at the rounded end of the table. He pretended to be on his phone but just wanted to sit near Niall.

" What happened to you? You look like shit." Liam says. " Thanks, Liam." Niall rolls his eyes and tries to fix his hair. " Sorry.." Liam mumbles shamefully. " Zayn said you were really upset last night. Everything okay?" Louis whispered across Liam. " I'm fine, Lou." Niall says with a hint of annoyance. No way Harry didn't hear that.
Harry cleared his throat. " Are we ready?" He asks. Everyone takes their seats and focus their attention on Harry. " So as some of you may know, many of you don't, but I'm going on a business trip later this week. To California, America. I need to make sure everyone in this office knows their jobs and their responsibilities because I will be away for a few days. We can't afford to lose money or publicity. My father trusted me with this company, it is my job to make sure everyone is in line. Are we?" He asks. But there was obvious evidence that it wasn't a question. " Yes sir." Everyone replies.

" Alright. I will make my selection very soon." Harry stands fixing his black blazer. " Mr. Styles?" A woman spoke up. " Some of us were wandering what you meant by selection. You announced it in the break room the other day and didn't elaborate.."
She grips her clipboard. " I will be taking one of you with me. I'll need a good photographer and someone to keep my business in order." Harry glances at Niall, but his head was down and focused on his shoes.