that's for my boyfriend! ▸ narry

▸ coincidence?

        niall james horan has always known he was a bit of a reckless idiot and that someday one of his stunts would get him in big trouble. but he never could have guessed the trouble would be this big. he knew that louis would murder to be able to be where niall is now but niall is certain that he would murder to be where louis is now. on his laptop wondering how the fuck niall got associated with harry styles and why the fuck he hadn't gone with niall to starbucks.

        niall had decided to create a fake boyfriend. so that he wouldn't be teased. this was all well and good and might have even worked if it hadn't been for the name. that stupid name. harry styles was the name niall had chosen. and before any of the slutty girls had any time to say, "oh i saw that on tumblr," harry fucking styles waltzed into the starbucks to get a drink. he walked up to the cashier and before he could even say the words 'caramel brulée latte' the cashier had pointed at niall. "your- your b- b- b-boyfriend al- already ordered for you, ha-ha-harry." niall, who had been watching the scene, wanted to curl up in fetal position and cry at the fact that this hot as fuck guy was not his actual boyfriend. harry looked at him with wide eyes before smiling, "hey babe. i thought you said you were only buying your own drink."

        "i was only teasing you, haz," niall's mouth seemed to have a mind of it's own. 'haz?!' niall internally cringed at the nickname. harry, who had now taken the drinks from niall, grabbed niall's hand and strode confidentally out of the starbucks and into a car. had this not been such an unexpected turn of events niall would already be gazing longingly at the beautiful porsche they were now sat in. the images of the 918 spyder niall had seen online could not give this car justice.. it was a metallic silver color on the outside. it had an onyx black leather interior with piping in silver. it had wheels that were painted platinum satin and lightweight bucket seats. this was a car that racers used.

"why was my name on one of your starbucks cups?" harry's voice brought him back to reality. niall chuckled, sheepishly, "coincidence?"

"coincidence my fucking ass.  is this a stupid publicity stunt?"

"hey, i'm sorry mate. i just needed a fake boyfriend and i think i've heard louis say that name before.  i swear to god i'm going to murder louis tomlinson. he's always getting me into all sorts of shit.  he even made me dress up as liam payne train or whatever your mate's name is for halloween."

        harry guffawed at the payne train bit.  "wait.  step back a second.  louis tomlinson?  the president of my fanclub?  you're his friend?"

niall nodded, grimly, "not for much longer."

harry started laughing, "he posted that picture of you online."

"i'm gonna murder his fucking ass.  he won't know what hit him.  i'll set fire to his suspenders. i'll-"

"niall," harry started.

"how the fuck do you know my name, you fucking stalker?" niall asked, glaring at him.

"it's on your cup, dipshit.  and anyways, we're here."

niall looked out the window and notices that they are indeed 'here'.  wherever the fuck here is.

"welcome," harry smiles. "to modest!management."

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dUN DUN DUN.

btw harry and niall aren't going to like fall in love immediately bc they're strangers and shit at first.  it's going to be a build.  since i feel bad bc short chapter there's a gif of niall shakin' his way downtown.