The Times Harold: What the hell, Niall.
The Times Harold: I can't believe you went and told everyone that.
The Times Harold: What's wrong with you?
The Times Harold: You knew that no one there liked me to begin with, now they have one more thing to hate me for.
The Times Harold: you know, you really are a piece of work. I swear, I don't know why I even bother with you anymore. It's not like you'd even care if I stopped chasing after you.
Nialler: why the heck do you even stay if I'm such a "piece of work"?
The Times Harold: because I love you.
Nialler: why are you so mad if I told people that you can sing???
Nialler: if anything, you should be thanking me!
The Times Harold: THANKING YOU? What. The. Actual. Hell. I will never thank you for this. Quit being so stuck up and realize that this isn't what I wanted for myself. I hate singing anyways.
Nialler: whatever Harold.
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FanfictionIn which Niall is dead and Louis is the officer who ends up trying to solve the case. He gets in contact with Niall's best friends, Harry (who was hopelessly in love with Niall but ended everything on horrid terms with him) and Liam (who loved Niall...
