"Baby, I love you," she whispered, her soft lips brushing against my neck. Hell to the no! What did she think she was doing? Betch, I'm Niall freaking Horan and you need to get your stuff together. "I'm busy." I stated, jumping off of the couch and grabbing my man purse, because I'm a man. She stood up grabbing onto my collar. Her emerald eyes shimmered as they stared into mine. She stood in place, blocking my exit. "Move, betch! Get out the WEY-HEY!" I belted, swatting her to the side and strutting out of the building like a boss. Because I am Niall freaking Horan.
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