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Harry

"Mate, you gotta stop that." The familiar Irish accent echos in my head and I look up from my third glass of whiskey, meeting his glare. I huff, shaking away his words and go to take my drink, only for it to be snatched away by Niall.

"Hey!" I groan, frowning up at him. "That was mine." He scoffs, pouring the remaining of the alcohol down a sink.

"Not anymore."

"I paid for it." I slur and he gives me a sarcastic smile.

"And I thank you very much for helping this pub's financial issues." I roll my eyes, crossing my arms on the bar and reposing my chin over my folded hands. 

"I don't like sarcastic Niall." I mutter and he lets out a single chuckle, cleaning my now empty glass.

"And I don't like sad and very much drunk Edward." He retorts, earning another eye roll from me.

"I'm not drunk. Just tipsy." I mumble, tracing patterns with my finger over the dark wood counter. I hear him let out a heavy sigh, making me look up and meet his concerned stare.

"Alright, mate, what's wrong? I don't like seeing you mopping around looking like a miserable little shit because of some girl problem. So, you either spill everything so Best Buddy Niall can help you out or you drag your sorry ass outta here, I got clients." I furrow my brows, taken aback by his small speech.

"Wow, harsh."

"Harry." He warns, raising his eyebrows while giving me a stern look. 

"Okay, okay, I'll talk." I raise my arms in defeat. I know Niall too well and he's never going to drop this unless I tell him everything. Beside Louis, he's one of my closest friends and he knows basically everything about my me --even about my tattoos-- and I know I can trust him with my life. And I do need some fantastic Niall advice right now, I feel hopeless. 

Sighing, I rub my face then run my fingers through my hair, the multiple emotions I've been trying to forget while drinking rushing back to eat me inside. "I. . .I fucked up Niall." I let out and he gives me an unimpressed look.

"Doesn't surprise me much." He says, drying a glass with a cloth. I frown at him.

"What is that supposed to mean?" He sighs, shaking his head before placing the glass on the counter and focusing back on me.

"Harry, you're my best mate and I love you very much, but you're also the biggest asshole and most oblivious person I've ever met." My lips part at his words, confused and maybe offended by his words.

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me well." He shrugs, placing his palms on the counter and watching me with serious eyes. "You have so much crap that you never took care of in the past because you used to be some selfish bastard before, but now it's starting to bite you in the arse. You have to get your shit together, or you'll loose the things that really matter." I look down at my hands, letting his words sink in my dizzy mind. He's right, I do have a heavy past and did things that I regret now since they made the girl I really care about push me away. Fuck, I wish I could have acted before it was too late. I knew that by having Anastasia in the competition it was going to bring so much shit and drama, but I couldn't do anything against my father's order. I can't risk almost loosing the throne again.

"How do you know it has to do with my previous mistakes?" I ask him, genuinely curious about how Niall found the source of my problem that easily. He chuckles, patting my shoulder.