I think it was about an hour until midnight when things fell apart. We were in the middle of Spiderman 2 when Harry's cell phone started going off three times a minute. It was becoming irritating and it was on my side of the bed as well.

Harry why does your phone keep going off? I wrote down in the small notebook he lent me.

"Just leave it yeah? It'll stop."

But it didn't stop. And it was becoming bloody annoying.

When Harry got up to go to the bathroom, I picked up his phone and looked at all the text notifications.

Harry why haven't you shown up?

You're going to be screwed for this.

Answer your fucking phone Styles!!

We won't hesitate not paying you for your "work"!

"Niall?"

Shit!

"I told you not to touch my stuff!"

I dropped his phone almost immediately and he snatched it from in front of me.

"Are you kidding Niall?! What the bloody fuck?! When I say don't touch my stuff I mean don't touch my stuff dammit! Why didn't you just fucking listen?!"

Tears sprung in my eyes after Harry snapped at me and I confirmed one thing;

I hated it when Harry was angry.

His face immediately fell, as he probably realised the tears streaming down my face.

"Niall I'm so sorry I--"

I got out of his bed and took the blanket with me, leaving the room quickly.

He's got to have a guest room in this large ass house. I'll just sleep there. He needs his space.

God why am I so nosy?

I traveled down a few hallways before I was on front of a door that read 'For Our Beloved Guests' beside it.

I opened the door and shut it quickly, allowing myself to sob my eyes out.

Jesus Christ...

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I laid in Harry's guest room bed at 3AM, sniffing every once in awhile. I didn't like sleeping alone, let alone sleeping alone in an unknown house alone.

I picked myself up and walked out the door and down the hall to the bathroom.

I washed my face and looked up in the mirror. My eyes were red and my cheeks were nice and puffy. If this doesn't swell down my aunt will be asking me questions.

I dragged myself back to the lonely guest room to find a surprise on my bed.

A folded up piece of paper.