I'm really shitty with foreign currency so I'm sorry if I use incorrect signs and shit. I don't feel like using Google right now.
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Liam
"First," Niall said, "I need you to let my family know I'm okay. Let the guys know I'm okay, too. Other than that, don't mention my name, okay? Tell my family to go back to Ireland, my mum too if you can get her there. I need everyone back in Ireland."
"Why?" I asked.
"That's where Harry and I are gonna go," he told me. "We're gonna stay with my family...at least that's what I'm hoping. I mean, I haven't seen my dad and brother in ages, they'll let us stay, right?" I shrugged. I honestly didn't know. Would Niall's family really want to take in Niall and the boy who kidnapped him?
"Well they should if they love me," he stated. "Anyways, I'm planning on keeping Harry with me for a while until the Zayn thing blows over. Maybe give it a year or so."
"A year?" I asked in disbelief. "Niall, you're going to throw away your entire future for him? How can you even trust the guy? He fucking kidnapped you!"
"Jesus, Liam!" Niall shouted angrily. "I just want him to be safe! We've known him for years."
"Yes but we don't really know him," I stated plainly.
"Liam has a point," Harry whispered.
"Well I don't care," Niall said. "I like you, Harry."
"Is it because you pity me?" He asked lowly. I sighed, feeling a bit bad for him myself.
"No, Harry..."
"If you pity me, just tell me."
"Harry I don't pity you-"
"Stop lying, Niall." Harry spoke louder and firmer this time. "Even Zayn's shit friends pity me. I wouldn't be surprised if you did too."
"Harry I'm not pitying you," Niall told him calmly. Harry frowned and looked down at his lap.
"You're lying," he whispered.
"Jesus Christ, Harry, I like you a lot! My feelings for you have nothing to do with me feeling sorry for you!" Harry sat there not uttering a single word.
"I don't have time to fight over something like this," Niall said, shaking his head. "Are you gonna help us out or not?" I rolled my eyes.
"I guess. I'll try to come back tomorrow. I'll let your parents and all know you're fine. But what are you gonna do if they start to resume your case?"
"Just...tell the police that you found me or something and I was fine...I don't know."
"Is it even as simple as that?" I asked, standing from the couch. Niall shrugged, and I internally groaned.
"What about school?"
"I'll go up there tomorrow and drop out until next year or something."
"Gah Ni, it isn't as simple as that!"
"Dammit, Liam, let me figure this all out on my own! I can do this. I'm not nine anymore. You can stop acting like I'm still your fragile little friend who needs to be protected from everything."
"Wow, being kidnapped has really changed you."
"I'm sorry."
"It's whatever." I headed towards the door and sighed.
"Visit me in Ireland, yeah?" Niall asked as I stepped out. I nodded and shut the door behind me. Gah that boy was whipped as fuck.
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Niall is so whipped it's so funny. cx
OMG so that you guys so much for almost 10k reads! Whaaaaaaat!!!!! That's so crazy. I never expected it to get so many! I'm not even a good writer! Haha.
I'll update again ASAP. I'm on Thanksgiving break right now so updates will probably be pretty frequent. (:
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