The Worst Intentions (Larry)

2. Derping Since 1973

A/N: I think the gif & title of this chapter sums up everything I need to say nicely.

And the song above/to the side just proves that this was meant to be.

Dedication: tito248 (if I could dedicate the entire first book to you as well as this one, I would ♡ )

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~Niall's Point of View~

"Ready?"

"Ready," Liam exhaled. We looked at each other for a second before nodding our heads in sync, stepping out of the elevator when it dinged and the doors slid open. Silently, we weaved our way through the few people that were wandering around the lobby with bored expressions, turning down a hall that led to the conference room we'd booked.

Upon entering the room, we both realized that it was lacking four certain bodies. I swiftly glanced at the clock on my phone, inwardly rolling my eyes. Of course they were late.

Liam sighed as he took a seat at the head of the rectangular glass table, his brown eyes looking around the room with minor interest. I followed suit and sat to his right, making a pleased noise when I realized that these were swivel chairs. So, as I began spinning myself in circles at a moderately fast pace, I voiced one of the concerns I'd been having.

"How are we gonna ask them? Ease into it or just get right to the point?"

He opened his mouth, taking a moment to think it over before he actually responded. "I think it'd be best to-" The door to the room suddenly opened with a loud bang, cutting him off.

"We have arrived!"

"Really, Calum? Way to make an entrance."

"Shut up, Luke."

"Fuck, sorry we're late."

"Michael! Don't fucking swear!"

"I do what I want, Ashton!"

"Shut up you two, they're right there!"

"Worst first impression ever."

Liam and I both slowly turned in our swivelly chairs, eyes now on the small group of guys that had just literally burst into the room. The first thought to cross my mind was the fact that there's a lot of leather, plaid, skinny jeans that easily rival Harry's, and ripped band tees going on here. The second would have to be the Australian accents. The first three looked vaguely familiar, but the last one wasn't ringing any bells. He kind of reminded me of an eighties band member or something with his unruly hair and outfit. He also had a red bandana on his head... Did I mention he looks like someone straight out of the eighties? All he's missing is the incredibly voluminous hair and the makeup.

"Gentlemen," Liam greeted, motioning to all of the empty chairs. "Take a seat."

They quickly did as told; the seemingly awkward and extremely tall blonde taking the spot to Liam's left, with bandana boy taking the seat next to him. The one with bright red hair sat next to bandana boy, and the tan one with the Jack Barakat hair opted for the chair next to mine.

"Um, hi Liam. Hi...Niel?" The blonde said, though the name came out uncertainly. Understandable, considering the fact we'd only briefly met once thirty or forty years ago. Introductions are obviously going to be needed.

I shook my head, chuckling, and held my hand out to him over the table. "Actually, I'm Niall."

He firmly shook my hand, a toothless smile making its way onto his face as he looked down. "Oh, sorry. Well I'm Luke."