"Do you ever think that your best years are behind you?" Clementine asked, voice soft in the the dark room.
"Mmm," Niall hummed, nodding. "Sometimes."
"Me too," she murmured.
"You're what, like 22?" Niall asked, turning his head to look over at he...
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three: a little help from my friends
The first text message came on a Thursday night. Liam was making grilled cheese despite Niall's protest. Liam claimed Niall couldn't keep eating cereal for all meals of the day. Niall was brooding at the table when his phone went off.
6:14
From: unknown
hey it's Lemen
6:15
From: unknown
was wondering if I could stop by erm for a few hours? It seems Georgie has fallen asleep just as I'd lost my key.
Niall's lips pulled into a smile. Regardless of the excuse or circumstances, Niall would have said yes. Without even thinking.
"Hey do you mind if Clementine comes by?" Niall asked, looking up from his phone to Liam who was at the stove, spatula in hand.
"No not at all," Liam shook his head, glancing over his shoulder at him. "Ask her if she wants a grilled cheese."
6:16
To: Clementine
Not at all x . Liam asks if you want a grilled cheese 🤢
6:16
From: Clementine
LOL grilled cheese sounds brill xx be there soon
Niall set his phone down, letting out a deep breathe. Liam turned around to face him, arms crossed over his chest. "So?"
"So what?" Niall asked.
"Does Lemen want a grilled cheese?"
"Oh," Niall chuckled. "Yeah she said yeah."
By the time Clementine walked in the door, it had begun pouring rain outside. She was drenched from her head to her toes. All she could do was laugh, dropping her bag on the floor.
"Lemen you're soaked!" Liam exclaimed, setting his spatula down.
"I'm so sorry," she murmured, toeing her trainers off. "I'm making make a mess of the place."
"Don't worry about it," Niall urged, shaking his head. "I think I have something that will fit you."
"No that's quite alright," Clementine shook her head.
To that, Niall rolled his eyes, guiding her toward the steps. She followed him upstairs and into his bedroom. "If you don't get out of those clothes you'll catch a cold," Niall said, opening his bedroom door.
"I happen to like wet clothes," Clementine muttered which was a lie. Her socks were sopping wet and that had to be her biggest pet peeve.
"That's not true," Niall laughed, reappearing with a pair of sweatpants, a sweatshirt, and a pair of socks. "Why don't you let people help you."
