I stirred in my sleep, slowly opening eyes as my head lays on Harry's chest. He looked peaceful and Harry such a great guy, but he's not Zayn and I feel totally bad not developing feelings for him yet.

I get slowly get out of bed to not wake Harry and fetch my shirt from the floor and made my way towards the kitchen.

"Long night?" My mother says behind me, making me jump a little.

"Not in that type of way, but you could say it was." I shrug.

"Niall, I've told you to not bring guys into our home and I'm not saying that you can't chose the right guy, it's just your way to young be to having guys in your room."

I scoff. "You make it seem like I'm going to have sex with every guy I bring in my room. Harry is the only guy I brought home and I'm not screwing him, if that's what your thinking." I say irritated.

"I'm just trying to look out for you Niall. I don't want to see you hurt, like what Zayn did to you." She counter.

"Harry's is not Zayn, their totally different people in every way."

"Which is why your still in love Zayn. You were always fond of the mysterious bad boy types."

"Well now that's over with. Harry is in my life and shouldn't you be glad that I'm not with Zayn anymore?" I replied, getting orange juice from the fridge and pouring into a glass.

"I'm happy when your happy Niall. You may think by dating Harry is going to make all your feelings transfer from Zayn to him, it's not."

"Why are you giving up on Harry so easily? You hated when I hanged around Zayn and now it's like any guy I meet is bad for me."

"I'm just trying to give you advice on men."

I snort. "Yeah, you've been single since dad left and I should be taking advice from you." I immediately regretted what I just said to my mother.

"If that's how you feel then, you carry on making your own decisions, don't come crying to me, when Harry isn't the right one. Maybe If you didn't give it up so easily with Zayn, than maybe I had some respect from you." She spat and went her room.

I began cooking eggs, bacon, and sausage without burning them. I'm surprise by that. I'm angry that my mother just called me easy for sleeping with Zayn. She just doesn't understand my love for Zayn, even if he doesn't love me back. I'm hopelessly fell for him and I just won't to be over him.

"What was all that arguing?" Harry questioned yawning, taking a seat.

"Nothing, here's your breakfast."

"Weren't you making this for you? Why don't you eat it." Harry says pushing the plate of food towards me.

"I'm not hungry."

"This feels like déjà vu all over again. Shall I feed you again?" Harry laughs.

"No, just eat, I will eat later."

Harry nodded and finish the breakfast I cooked for him and we watched a few movies together until nightfall came.

"We should go to a club." I suggested.

"You aren't old enough."

"So, can't you get me a fake ID?"

"I already made you one, I was just hoping you asked one day." Harry grins, taking out the ID from his pocket.

"How did you get this picture of me?"

"When you were in my car, I took a sneaky picture of you. May sound creepy, but your just so hot not to take a secret picture of you.

"So your a fan of me." I snicker.

"Of course I am. Basically I'm the biggest fanboy of Niall Horan."

I roll eyes. "Let's go." I say pull him off the couch.

I get changed into a plain blank shirt with blank jeans. Harry changes to button up black shirt with jeans. I climb into the passenger seat while Harry drives.

"Are you going drink when we get to the club?" Harry asked.

"Sure, if my fake ID allows me to. I need a break from everything that happen yesterday."

"You need to let loose and have some fun."

"Right." I replied with a smile.

You can already here the pulsing loud music outside of the club. Both Harry and I get out the car as we hold each other's hands. We showed the bouncer guy our ID, he looked at me suspicious, but he let us both in.

People grind on each other and strobe lights everywhere. Harry and I walked towards the bar and sat down.

"I forgot to bring money for drinks." I yell over the loud music.

"Don't worry, I got that covered." Harry yelled.

After a fourteen shots of tequila I was already buzzed and drunk.

"Let's dance." I slur to Harry who was also drunk.

I took Harry's hand and led him into the dance-floor, I hooked my arms around his neck and lose myself to the music like everyone else around us. I felt myself fall to ground, but was pulled up by someone and feeling dizzy.

Zayn POV:

I've followed Harry and Niall to the club and watched them like a hawk as they dance. I was close by when Niall fell on the floor and caught him into my arms.

"Thank you, Harry." He slurs. I rolled my eyes and hold him firmly by the waist and took him out of the club.

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