What If They Meet? (OneDirection & KathNiel FanFic)

What If They Meet?! - Chapter 9

Author’s Note:

Hey sillies! Sorry I’m LATE for the update, but I’m really lazy. Like, REALLY LAZY! But, Dara told me to update already, if she didn’t I wouldn’t have updated today. SORRY, SORRY, SORRY! Forgive me… =( AND! 1,000+ READS! MEANS A LOT! OH MY FCKING GOSH! I. CAN'T. BELIEVE. THIS! HAHAHAHAHAHA! OK, I'm ranting...

Anyways, this chapter is kind of horrible… It’s all over the place! *SORRY AGAIN*

BUT, I hope you ENJOY! =D

xx

-Dianne (1D)

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*Harry’s POV*

“Niall, I can’t see the telly.” I complained, shooing him away. Niall and Louis were fighting over something I couldn’t possibly care about and Louis was stepping forward while Niall kept on going back and blocking the screen.

“Who do you think can eat the most carrots Harry?” Louis asked, flailing his hands in the air. Who even asks that questions? Of course Louis can eat the most carrots. Who else? “Me or Niall?” he continues. Oh. Well, that makes sense. Niall or Louis? Hhmmm. Niall can eat a lot and by ‘a lot’ I mean like a whole buffet table but, Louis loves carrots more than anyone I know. I stopped debating in my head thinking, ‘why am I even thinking about this?’.

I finally gave up and said, “I don’t know”. They both stopped, noticing that I wasn’t in the mood to talk to them and that I didn’t care at all.

“What’s wrong lad?” Niall asked, patting my shoulder.

“Still upset about chickening out on that girl that lives across us?” Louis asked. I scowled at him and nudged him on the arm. I was upset about that. Why did I chicken out? Why did I stutter? Why didn’t I just smile and introduced myself? Why didn’t I even ask for her name or get her number, at least? All these questions were running through my mind, making me more upset with myself.

“Yes.” I frowned, admitting it.

“Want us to help?” heoffered. Knowing Louis and Niall, it would be splendid if they helped. With Louis’ cleverness and Niall’s guitar skills, this will surely help me get the girl of my dreams.

“Help with what?” Liam asked exiting the kitchen, followed by Zayn.

“Help Harry get the girl that lives across our room.” Niall explained.

“Oh. You mean, pretty-mystery-girl.” Zayn said, sitting down on the couch beside Niall. I looked at him, confused. Did he just call her, “pretty-mystery-girl”?

“What was that? What did you call her?” I asked, hurriedly.

“What? Yes. I called her ‘pretty-mystery-girl’.” He said, facing the screen of the telly. “That’s what Liam and I decided on calling her. Since she is pretty and her name is still a mystery to us”. He continued.

“I think it sounds nice and cool.” Liam said. “Don’t you think?” He added.

“So cool!” Louis high fived Liam. Dorks, I smirked.

“I don’t want to call her that forever.” I whined.

“Well then, let’s go find out what her real name is.” Niall suggested, getting up from the couch and pulling me with him. I pulled back, not wanting to show my face to ‘pretty-mystery-girl’. I was afraid I would stutter again and just chicken out. I’d feel like a total fool.