You Again [N.H]

You Again [N.H]

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The bartender hands me the beer and I start drinking. I feel like getting drunk tonight and order a few shots. "Liz?" I hear an attractive and known voice next to me say. I look to the right, I see Niall Horan sitting a few seats away from me. "Niall? What are you doing here?" "What do you think? Getting drunk of course. This is my favorite pub in London." I want to say something but before I can open my mouth Niall stands up and takes the seat next to me. ________________________________________ In this story, One Direction never happened, but they are in the story.
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