I don't know what pissed me off more;

Seeing Niall at the door, or seeing Niall when Liam and I were about to have sex. I knew Harry was going to fuck up and seeing Niall at our door was a main indicator.

"Niall..." I mumbled quietly as I stared at the boy with tear stained cheeks standing on our (Or Liam's) front porch.

"Who was it--oh my god." Liam came up behind me, pulling on a shirt.

"Did he fuck up?" I cringed as Niall nodded his head and began to cry in his hands.

"Come 'ere," I whispered, "We'll talk in the morning."

He nodded again and fell into my embrace. Liam side-stepped past me to the kitchen to probably grab some ice cream.

"We can watch Gossip Girl, yeah?" I muttered softly in his ear, "I still need to finish season two and I may need you to help me out. Those upper east-enders are quite confusing."

Niall continued to cry and I let him. Once I figured out what Harry did, he'd never hear the end of it.