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TW: suggestions of sexual content i guess?
"What the hell took you so long?" Rory grumbled, shooting me a look from the passenger seat.
I rolled my eyes, struggling to buckle in my seatbelt, "Declan came over for a bit, we were talking things out," I huffed.
"There's no way you're still with that eejit," My brother turned around in his seat, his eyes widening.
I shrugged, too tired to waste my breath on this weekly if not daily argument.
Niall takes my brother's phone from the aux, messing with his playlists.
He hasn't said anything since last night, he must have forgotten. That's what I wanted, but why does the idea bring a pit to my stomach?
I calmed Declan down from all of his suspicions, some were ridiculous of course, some others? Not entirely wrong. Niall wouldn't let anything slip, he knows it's as bad for me as for him.
The car vibrates with the loudness of 'Scotty Doesn't Know' by Lustra. Rory snaps at his blonde friend about how he is going to be deaf by his 40s.
Oh, Niall Gibson, you are testing some boundaries.
He stretches his jumper's neck line, pulling it down just enough to show the nail marks on his back, showing them off like a prize.
