Plot 22

Chapter 18

Megan POV

Most of my clothes were back in the US. Since it looked like I was going to be here for a while, Louis and Harry bought me new ones. I moved in with Harry, but I still visited Parker from time to time. She was a good friend. Every time I went there, she was depressed over her ex. I never pressed her for information on him, but I think that I needed to. Harry was out shopping, and I had the house to myself right now. I put on a sports bar and a pair of shorts. Harry may be nice to look at, but it didn't know how to take care of his house. So, I turned on his stereo and started cleaning. I vacuumed, I dusted, I washed dishes. Taylor Swift's "We Are Never Ever Getting  Back Together" came on the radio.

"I love this song", I shouted to no one at all.

Turning up the stereo, I jumped on Harry's leather couch.

"I REMEMBER WHEN WE BROKE UP THE FIRST TIME, SAYING THIS WAS IT, I'VE HAD ENOUGH CAUSE LIKE WE HADN'T SEEN EACH OTHER IN A MONTH WHEN YOU SAID YOU NEEDED SPACE..WHAT?"

I was no member of 1D, but I think that I'm a pretty decent singer. I took Harry's feather duster and brought it up to my mouth. I had my own microphone.

"WE ARE NEVER EVER GETTING BACK TOGETHER. BUT, WEEEEEEEE ARE NEVER EVER GETTING BACK TOGETHER".

Niall POV

I drove over to Harry's house. The other boys were busy doing other stuff, so I decided to spend some time with him. As I walked up to his front door, I heard music blaring from inside. Harry wasn't one to listen to his music loudly, so this surprised me. The windows were shaking. I used my key and opened the door. Lo and behold Megan jumping up and down on his couch having herself a private concert. It was some Taylor Swift song that she was singing very poorly. I crept up behind her. She was on the very last verse of the song, and she hadn't looked up once. 

".....TOGETHER".

She jumped when I joined in on the last word with her.

"CRAP. Niall, don't scare me like that".

I laughed hard.

"Wow, it took you a long time to realize that I was even here. If someone were trying to kill you, you would be gone".

"Well, are you trying to kill me?"

I shook my head.

"Then, I have nothing to worry about".

I shrugged and sat on the seat opposite of her.

"I would worry about that awful singing that you were doing. That's something that should be done away from other people. So, they can't hear you. SO NO ONE CAN HEAR YOU". 

"You used to love my singing".

"No, I used to tolerate your singing because we were together. We're not together anymore, so I'm off the hook".

She picked up a pillow and launched it at my face.

"Shut up. Not everyone can sing as well as you can".

"True, but they can at least get close".

Another pillow was thrown at my face.

"Fine, see if you can do better". 

Katy Perry's 'Wide Awake' was on, and she turned it up full blast.

"I'M WIDE AWAKE".

She motioned for me to join her. I shook my head.

"Not a chance".

"IT'S KATY FREAKING PERRY. SING".

I smiled. She got off the couch and pulled me with her. We were both standing in the couch.