My Neighbour || Niall

Blood nose.

Continuing from the last chapter...

As I got out onto the street underneath the bright street lights, somebody grabbed my wrist, I let out a yelp but there was nobody around. I was quickly spun around, and soon I was face to face with the towns 'player',

Harry Styles.

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Harry and I were best friends in year 9/10. We would do everything together. Especially since he lived next door,

but when we got to year 11 he got a girlfriend. A POPULAR girlfriend. So instantly he was popular. But popularity made him do horrible things, and I will never forgive him for what he did...

"Go away harry." I sighed, slipping my hand out of his grip, and walking away.

"Nina I want to talk." Harry replied, as fast as I had turned away from him.

"There is nothing to talk about." I replied simply not even trying to look back. He didn't complain, so I kept going, on my way home again.

It was dark by the time I got to my apartment. As I walked up to my door I heard yelling coming from Niall's apartment.

I looked around to see if anybody was watching, which there wasn't, and I quickly tiptoed over to Niall's door. I slowly leant against it, letting my ear slightly touch the cold wood.

I listened for a while, but the fight steamed down a bit, and all I could hear was raspy mumbles. Suddenly it went quiet. I leant my body against the door with most of my weight, slowing my loud breathing down. There was whispers, until I suddenly heard

"You leave her alone." In a deep sexy voice.

After the comment I heard, there was no more of the conversation. But I could hear fast paced foot steps, coming closer; closer...

The door suddenly swung open, and since I had most of my body weight on the door I went down. Straight onto...

"Wow that was a close one" A ruff familiar voice boomed from above me. I looked up just to see Harry smirking at me. I screamed, pushed him away, and ran to my apartment, slamming the door behind me.

I ran to my couch, and screamed into my pillow. Why did it have to be Harry? Why was he even there? Questions were overflowing my brain my head hurt. As I got up to get a drink, there was a loud knock at my door. I hesitated whether to open it or not, until I heard a warming familiar Irish voice, mumbling something, and I ran over.

I swung the door open, and Niall was holding his nose, with blood streaming down his mouth and chin.

"Oh my god Niall." I whispered.

I grabbed his free hand and took him to sit on the couch.

"Umm what do you need?" I ask biting my lip.

"A tissue." Niall smiled, holding back the tears in his eyes.

I sprinted to the small kitchen of mine, and grabbed a handful of tissues, and realised that I would need more then that, so I grabbed the whole box, and sprinted back to the couch.

Niall mumbled a thank you, and grabbed the tissues, stuffed them up his nose, and wiped his hands, and suddenly he started laughing. Laughing so hard he looked like he was going to piss his pants. I was a little concerned at first, but soon I was cracking up beside him.

Once we stopped laughing, we wiped our tears up with a tissue, and turned on the t.v . It was about 10:30 by this point, and I hadn't even had dinner, but I knew Niall needed me.

After watching two episodes of spongebob squarepants in silence, I decided to break the tension.

"Niall can you please tell me. Who did this to you?"