A Happily Never After (A Niall Horan Fanfic)

First, First Dates

NIALL'S POV

I was so confused about what the lads were talking about until Liam gave me Lennon's phone. Her background was the picture of us at the beach that day two years ago. That was the day I almost kissed her, I wanted to kiss her so badly then, I want to kiss her now. I glanced over at her sleeping on Louis' shoulder, she was so cute when she slept. I wanted to tell her how I felt about her, but I definitely didn't have the courage.

I could feel my cheeks burning and Liam had to share it with everyone. Thank god Lennon was still sleeping.

"Why would she keep that picture as her background?" I asked, confused. Why would she keep that picture, after two years, as her background? It didn't make much sense to me.

"Because she LURRRVVVVVEEEEESSSSS you!!" Louis yelled. I felt my face get even more red. She didn't love me, she kissed that guy, Matt, even his name makes me mad. I can't stand that guy and then she goes and kisses him and ruins everything, though I cant help but want to forgive her. Snap out of it, Niall.

All of the sudden I felt Lennon's phone vibrate in my hand, as well as ding simultaneously. I glanced down at the phone out of curiosity.

Zac ;)

'Hey babe, how does tomorrow at 5 sound? We could go see a movie then get some food! x'

I couldn't help myself from reading the text. I felt my insides boiling over as I glared at her phone. Babe? And did he just ask her out?

"Who is Zac?" I spat after a moment. I could've sworn I saw Lennon slightly stir as I said this but I just brushed it off. I was jealous, I thought, and I hated it.

LENNON'S POV

Crap! Of course Zac had to text me right then, the exact moment that Niall had my phone in his hands and I was supposedly sleeping. Perfect.

I wanted to get up and snatch my phone from Niall but I didn't. I could hear the jealousy in his voice when he said Zac's name; the way he spat it out. Could he really be jealous? Could what the boys said really have been true? Thinking this through, I couldn't help but fall asleep.

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Ehh I hate headaches, how they make your head, well, ache and stuff. Yeah I can't describe headaches, whatever, that doesn't mean that I didn't still have one.

I rose from where I was laying and rubbed my head with my cold hand, my hands always managed to stay really cold and I don't know why. I looked at my surroundings, where the heck was I? I didn't remember until I looked on the ground to see Louis sprawled across it with his blanket in a messy ball next to him. He was wearing pajama pants with soccer balls on them and a red tee. Niall was next to him but he wasn't wearing the same thing, in fact, he wasn't wearing nearly anything. He had on a pair of red mesh shorts and no shirt. I couldn't help but stare at his perfectly shaped abs and his muscular arms; he was definitely more built than he was two years ago, but hey, this was nothing to complain about.

"Don't drool now," I shot my head over next to me seeing Harry sitting up from the other side of the long couch smirking at me. How long had I been staring? Ughhhh!!! I put my hand on my forehead, shaking my head, obviously embarrassed.

"It's okay, Lennon!" he said laughing. "You're lucky I was the only one awake, though, Louis would never let you forget this," he said with a huge smile, revealing his dimples.

"Thanks Harry," I responded, flinging the covers over my body causing me to shiver. I swung my legs over the side of the couch and stood up. I nearly tripped stepping around Liam, Louis, and Niall, trying not to wake them. Where was Zayn? In his own bed, no doubt. After avoiding the boys (and getting laughed at by Harry yet again), I stepped into the kitchen and turned on the kettle for tea. No, I'm not British, but my mom got me hooked on tea at a young age. Harry walked in a few moments later with no shirt on either.