Niall & Harry Take Miami (22 Times Series)

Chapter Twenty Eight

 

Happy New Year! :D

I think next chapter will be the last and then the epilogue. :) Not edited.

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Niall's POV

"Thank God you answered!" Francis' shouts through the phone. I cringe by her loud tone, and put the phone on speaker instead.

"Woman," I scowl, putting the phone on the skin, "I never knew you loved talking on the phone with me."

"Don't be an idiot. Can you explain what happened last night and why you didn't punch Daniel back?" She questions, for a moment I thought she was kidding, she wasn't. Her tone full of authority, "Niall?"

Harry had to tell everyone, didn’t he?

"Let me guess, Harry couldn't shut up about last night and how beating a guy burst his ego." I open the door and take my head out to see Harry staring at the wall for some reason; he rubs his eyes and looks at me. I close the door again. "He isn't that tough, you know? I could've kicked Daniel's ass anytime, anywhere." I tell her while staring at my reflection in the mirror.

"But you didn't do that yesterday."

I open my mouth to defend myself, but she's right. I lean against the wall.

"I thought violence wasn't the answer, Francine." I tease, crossing my arms against my chest. I hope she remembers that time she found our band in the hospital after Liam having a fight with a paparazzi. She said violence wasn't the answer and now she wanted me to punch Daniel.

I wonder how the female’s mind function.

"You're right, stupid me," I can imagine her slapping her forehead. "Anyways, how are you feeling? Especially Savannah... she must be pretty affected by finding out. I can't imagine."

I finally take my trousers off and pull myself into my swimming pants.

"She's affected, pretty much shocked." I stay in the bathroom to keep the others out of our conversation. She sighs before I add, "I wish I could help, but I'm leaving Miami. She told me she's going to ask for a restraining order."

"That's the best thing she can do, poor her. How are you feeling? You haven't answered me."

"By leaving Savannah, I'm gutted." I scratch my neck and sit on the toilet, "On the other hand, I had a good time with her. We’re going surfing in a few."

"Eep! That sounds fun," she giggles, "I'm so happy for you."

"Why?"

"Look at you, Ni. You are all a man,"

I look at myself in the mirror and smile in triumph as I notice my chest hair.

“I am, aren’t I?”

"I don't know what happened, but you weren't that outgoing and confident with girls. You handled this Daniel situation so great. You were able to stop him."

“I was just being myself, Francis.” I raise an eyebrow. "You're just happy because if I fall in love with someone which it hasn't happened yet, it'd be amazing for you because I would leave you alone."

"Now you're thinking you annoy me? Of course not, you retard."

"Okay," I cut the conversation.

"Do you... still love me in that way?" She teases.