hotel room 108 [narry au]

watch your words

chapter two

N.J.H.
"He what?" Louis squeals over the phone.

"He bought. Me coffee." I grit out for the hundredth time. He begins to squeal again and I groan,

"L-Look Lou? Lou yeah I gotta go I'm taking Tiff out for dinner."

"Fine, have fun with your special dinner."

"It's not special, it's just a date."

"We'll it's with the Queen of The Devil, can't mess up in front of indecent royalty!"

I roll my eyes and hang up the phone as Tiffany grabs my arm,

"Would you come on?!"

I don't know what's wrong with Tiffany and it's worrying me. She has been acting off since that night she spent away from home. I want to ask her badly what's going on, have her talk to me, but she doesn't look to be in a talking mood.
We both sit down in the booth, me moving to wrap my arm around her waist, hoping that later in the night we can actually talk about what's on her mind.

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"Hey babe, you seem tense," I mutter after the waiter takes our empty plates, "Are you sure you want to be here? We can go out for ice cream or something, get out of here--"

"Please Niall, like you need more food to fill up that gut you're sporting."

Her comment hits me hard. My weight has been a primary problem for me, considering how skinny I was in high school. Suddenly I was eating more than someone my average weight and height and bam; I was overweight.

I worked hard to loose my excess weight, to be in perfect shape for Tiffany.

Hearing her insult something that is in the past does it for me.

"Why don't you call me when you're ready to stop being a bitch?" I snap, slamming my keys on the table,

"What the hell Niall--"

"Drive yourself home."

I take my coat off my chair and text Louis to tell him I'm staying at his house. He replies without any type of 'I told you so', and I'm relieved. I don't know what's wrong with Tiffany but I don't want to be around for her to continue her rude behavior. I begin to walk to Louis' house, knowing it's only a twenty minute walk from the restaurant.

H.E.S.
"Hey, are you on your way home?" my sister asks me.

"Yeah, I'm coming, you miss me being your housewife?"

"God Harry I can cook on my own sometimes!"

"If you call burnt lasagna food," I chuckle, turning a block. As I drive down the road, I take note of a figure walking rather quickly. When I realize it's Niall, I can't help but thank the Lord himself for this ironic moment.

"Gem, remember that cute blonde guy that works for me?"

"Niall, that brilliant guy? What about him?"

"I'll see you when I get home."

"What Harry--"

I drive up to him and roll my window down,

"Well well well, what are you doing around these parts this late?"

Niall turns to me, his mouth agape,

"Harry...I--"

"Do you need a ride? It's like forty degrees out here."

"Could I please?"