To say I'm happy is an understatement.
I'm more than happy because I'm standing in the living room of Niall Horan with Harry ( he doesn't allow me to call him Gucci King anymore), Liam, Zayn and Louis.
Well actually we're all standing here and screaming at each other faces.
Louis: y'all are so fucked up. Where's ma Niall?
Zayn: he's not fucking yours.
Louis: I told you multiple times ITS PRONOUNCED "FOOKER"
Liam: just because you two have some problems doesn't mean we all have to listen to it.
Harry: Actually I'm happy that we finally got together.
Nially: Niall is missing.
Harry: *dramatically* don't remind me
Liam: don't you feel guilty when you say his name?
Nially: no because I didn't fucking kidnap the Irish blonde one.
Liam: are you making fun of him?
Louis: hey! Who's this kid?
He points at me.
Nially: hey I'm Nially and I'm here becau-
Louis: it's none of my business.
Nially: but you fucking asked.
Louis: and why did you feel the need to answer?
Nially: wha-
Louis: shut up
Nially: no I-
Louis: *glares dramatically* I said shut up
Nially: *nods*
Liam: y'all we need to find Niall. Zayn please come up with a good idea.
Louis: why Zayn? He doesn't even belong here anymore.
Zayn: you're the worst
Louis: I didn't leave the band fooker.
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FanfictionA fan fiction in which my name's Nially and I write a song with Niall Horan about our laughs. This is just for fun:)
