Nervous (A Shawn Mendes x Niall Horan Fanfic) ✅

(Part 19)

Niall's POV

After not being able to get to sleep last night and finally getting to sleep at one in the morning, my phone woke me up only six hours later.

"Hello?" I asked groggily into the phone as it was only seven in the morning and I was still tired.

"Did I wake you up?" a male's voice asked frantically.

"No, I've been up for a while," I lied, yawning away from the phone so the person on the other end couldn't hear.

"Great, so I have some ideas for the song that I'd like to talk about with you," the male said.

"Shawn?" I asked.

"Yeah?" he asked.

"I'm really tired right now, can we talk about the song later?" I asked.

"I thought you said you've been up for a while," Shawn said.

"I lied, can I go back to sleep please?" I asked.

"Yeah, I guess so," Shawn said, sounding a little disappointed.

"We can talk about the song later today, okay?" I asked.

"Okay," Shawn said.

"Talk to you later," I said, not feeling bad at all for hanging up on Shawn and going back to sleep.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I woke up at ten to find out I had two missed calls. Unlocking my phone, I saw that the calls were from Zayn and Harry. That's when I decided to play it safe and call Zayn first because normally when Harry calls me, he's mad for some reason.

"Hello?" Zayn asked, answering the phone.

"Hey, Zayn," I said, walking out of my room and into the kitchen. "I saw that you called and was just calling you back."

"Oh, Liam just wanted me to call you because we needed someone to watch the kids," Zayn said.

"Crap, I am so sorry," I said. "Do you still need someone to watch them?"

"No, we dropped them off at Harry and Louis' house," Zayn said.

"Is that why Harry called me?" I asked.

"Maybe," Zayn said.

"Or there's another reason," I heard Liam say faintly.

I rolled my eyes. "Yeah yeah yeah," I said.

"You should call him back though," Zayn said.

"I will," I said.

"Alright, I'll leave you to it then," Zayn said. "Good luck."

"Thanks," I said before hanging up the phone and dialing Harry's number.

The phone didn't even ring twice before Harry answered. "Niall?" he asked.

"Am I in trouble?" I asked.

"Why do you ask?" Harry asked.

"Because you normally call me when you're mad at me," I said.

Harry laughed. "No, I was actually calling to see if you'd talked to Shawn yet."

"Talked to Shawn about what?" I asked.

"He didn't tell you that we talked last night?" Harry asked.

"No," I said. "What did you two talk about?"

"He's got a great idea for some song," Harry said. "Either that or he's already writing it."

"A song?" I asked. "This isn't the one he and I are working on, is it?"

"No, it's one that he's going to write himself," Harry said. "But he did say something about having a lot of ideas about your and his song. The weird thing about your guys' song is that Shawn can only think about ideas when he's not with you."

"Did he tell you that?" I asked, wondering if Shawn really didn't like me.

"Yeah," Harry said. "But he said he can't think because he really likes you and he doesn't want to mess up or say stupid ideas around you."

"So he gets nervous?" I asked.

"Around you," Harry said.

"Alright, I'll talk to him," I said, feeling a little bad about blowing him off this morning.

"Also, don't blow him off again," Harry said. "I got a call from him this morning about how you wouldn't listen to him. And yes, Shawn gets it that you were tired, but he really wanted to talk to you about the ideas he had."

I sighed. "Alright, I'll talk to him," I said.