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17. bad boys are good boys

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17 - Bad Boys Are Good Boys

As I walk through my apartment door I only have one thought, Lauren is really fucking annoying.

I love her, but honestly.

She was too bubbly and happy and giddy. Ugh. Who even likes happy people? I don't. (Niall is an exception.)

One day I'll bring Niall to HMV then I'll see what the hell she'll talk about then.

And she was rambling about how she has blue hair and Niall has purple hair and how there kid would come out perfect, like what the hell. The baby won't come out with rainbow l'oreal hair.

"Niall," I shout as I step into my apartment, "I'm home."

Niall's head pops out from around the corner. "Hi-- Oh my God."

"...what?" I look down at what I'm wearing. It's just the stupid HMV shirt and jeans. "Is something on my face?" I add, looking back up at him.

"You're so hot," Niall huffs, standing in front of me. "Honestly, your shirt is so tight and-- Fuck you are really hot."

"You are making me so self-conscious right now it's unbelievable." I barely hear myself so I'm pretty sure that Niall doesn't hear it either, but he grins proudly and takes a step back.

"I really don't think you know how attractive you are."

"Stop it..." I demand weakly, because honestly, this could lead up to something I'm not willing to do. "I'm not."

I don't know how him complimenting me made me feel self-conscious but it did, mostly because I felt like part of him was lying.
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"Don't be insecure." Niall hums, "I think I'm going to spend the rest of my life just trying to convince you you're gorgeous. That's my new purpose in life."

I laugh halfheartedly and slide past him before throwing myself onto the couch.

"My friend from work, Lauren, is completely in love with you."

"To bad I'm in love with you though, huh?" Niall raises both eyebrows. "But you love Mr. Matt Healy more then me, so it's a little love triangle. You must be Bella Swan, Matt can be Edward Cullen, I can be Jacob and Mrs. Lauren can be whoever the girl that liked Jacob was."

I roll my eyes at his Twilight reference, "First of all, I'm not as dumb as Bella, thank you very much. If there's a weird family of pale people that never talk I won't confront them."

"You are very...feisty," Niall teases and I think feisty wins the award for my least favourite thing to be called. "What does she look like?"

"Shoulder-length pastel blue hair, brown eyes, tanned from her trip to Mexico, 5'7-ish, maybe a tad bit taller. And she loves every band to ever exist."

She's very...typical Tumblr guru. (Soft grunge and all.)

"Every band?"

"Every band."

"Nirvana?"

I nod.

"Paramore?"

"Met Hayley."