I don't know what pissed me off more;
Seeing Niall at the door, or seeing Niall when Liam and I were about to have sex. I knew Harry was going to fuck up and seeing Niall at our door was a main indicator.
"Niall..." I mumbled quietly as I stared at the boy with tear stained cheeks standing on our (Or Liam's) front porch.
"Who was it--oh my god." Liam came up behind me, pulling on a shirt.
"Did he fuck up?" I cringed as Niall nodded his head and began to cry in his hands.
"Come 'ere," I whispered, "We'll talk in the morning."
He nodded again and fell into my embrace. Liam side-stepped past me to the kitchen to probably grab some ice cream.
"We can watch Gossip Girl, yeah?" I muttered softly in his ear, "I still need to finish season two and I may need you to help me out. Those upper east-enders are quite confusing."
Niall continued to cry and I let him. Once I figured out what Harry did, he'd never hear the end of it.
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Wait [third book to n.s.]
FanfictionHarry's career is only going up and Niall is slowly leaving Harry's list of main priorities until he vanishes entirely. Whether Harry can win him back or not is fully up to him. © brianna lauren 2014