niall

Harry hasn't called me back about his management's reasoning with our relationship since we last talked about it. Sure, he'd text me 'good morning's and 'have a good day beautiful's and more 'x's than I could count, but I wanted answers pertaining to our relations and fucking Kendall Jenner, over all the sweet texts.

It's been a week tops, and I miss him. He's so tied up he can't even sit down and have a phone call with me. And school doesn't even serve as a proper escape from the Harry Styles frenzy. Amber and her friends have been non stop wasting their oxygen, talking about the way Harry and Zayn eyed them when they met them, and how they were totally into them. From Harry's point of view, he practically dragged Zayn away from the group.

I lay upside down on my bed in my room, texting Ashley and Derek in our group chat (GAY ASF), listening to my mom as she gabs on the phone about her latest outing with her rich friends. My mom tries to fit in with the crowd the money follows, but I don't understand where she's trying to get to. It's not going to help her self-esteem. The more she fakes it, the more she'll realize she'll never compare.

My phone buzzes and I flip back into the group chat, reading over the messages lazily.

ashtrash: niall has harry called you back?

I roll my eyes, texting her the same response I gave her two days ago.

me: he's too busy on his fancy little yacht in st. barts for me, remember?

I knew he wasn't there...but according to the press he is. And the world follows the press. It's heartbreaking, but it's how it works.

ashtrash: someone's jealous...

derek: ^^

me: guys look it's more complicated than that.

derek: those pictures with kendall were definitely something.

me: shut up they're fake.

ashtrash: derek relax.

derek: i'm just saying !!

ashtrash: when do we get to meet him anyway?

me: when i die.

ashtrash: well //there's// one reason for me showing up to your funeral

me: CUTE

My phone buzzes again and Harry's name pops up in the little tab. I open it curiously, reading the text he sent. Part of me misses the excessive hearts I had removed, but oh well.

harry: i'm not in st. barts.

I shrug, texting him back. He didn't need to be so extra. Of course I knew this.

me: figured.

I feel my phone buzz in my hands again and I decide to take some time before replying to Harry instantly. I flip back to the group chat and reply to Derek, who likes to roast him these days out of pure jealousy.

derek: i don't know why you're putting your trust into him niall. his white indie ass is probably boning kendall right now.

ashtrash: derek i swear to god.

ashtrash removed derek from the conversation.

me: thanks ash.

ashtrash: i'll put him back in when he learns.

me: hey, why isn't rose in this group chat?

I go back to Harry and I's conversation, in which he is now spamming me.

harry: i'm really not niall.

harry: babe i'm sorry, really. i know it's hard.

harry: niall.

harry: NIALL.

harry: turn on your fucking read receipts would you?

harry: sorr that was mean, i'm just anxious.

harry: *sorry

me: you don't need to worry, i'm still here.

harry: sorry i was scared i upset you.

me: you're such a badass puppy.

harry: i've got a puppy in my pants for you baby boy.

My jaw drops and my dick perks up after reading that text. I screenshot it immediately, texting it into the GAY AS FUCK group chat after I read up.

ashtrash added ROSE GOLD to the conversation

ashtrash: hottie warning

ROSE GOLD: wtf why do you always talk about niall like that.

ashtrash: rose i swear.

me: [one attachment] G U Y S

ashtrash: OHMYGOD NIALL JAMES HORAN THE SECOND (thank god i removed derek)

me: I'M THE ONLY NIALL JAMES HORAN WTF IS THIS "THE SECOND" SHIT

ROSE GOLD: WAIT NIALL WHO THE HELL IS THAT

Oh shit. I never told Rose about Harry. I don't blame myself though; this time I blame the circumstance and the time in between, in which I was extremely busy and too caught up with Harry to even think about telling anyone else about him.

So I sum it up nice and easy for her.

me: ok long story short i met harry styles in a bar and we've been fucking ever since except not recently because his management PR team or whatever is mad at him for being seen with me. and he just texted me that and sent my dick flying.

ROSE GOLD: NIALL CASSIE IS GONNA HAVE OUR HEADS

me: YOU'RE FUCKING TELLING ME

I turn to Harry's messages and begin a faster replying pattern.

me: omg harry chill out

harry: what are you wearing now bb

me: sorry idk what bb is

harry: yes you do answer the question.

I look down at my clothes, seeing that I'm decked out in all Adidas apparel; short shorts and a long sleeved shirt. Doable for nudes...? Considering I feel like a garbage bag, my vote leans towards no.

me: adidas stuff?? buy your own adidas.

harry: take it off for me babe?

Oh. My. God.

me: harry. my mother is downstairs.

harry: and you could be sitting on my cock. eh, life happens.

What an unbearable prick. Deep within me, I love it. But he isn't allowed to know that

me: you're only getting one picture you horny bastard.

harry: i'll take what i can get.

I roll my eyes, hiking my shorts up so my ass shows and pulling my shirt up a bit so my stomach is visible. I switch over to my camera, poking my hip up and taking a fairly good picture of myself. My curves show well and I can deal with my now tannish skin. Maybe I should try and tan more.

I send the picture in the group chat, awaiting opinions.

me: [one attachment] opinions??????

ROSE GOLD: you're hot as hell

ashtrash: you're literally a gay prodigy

me: ??

ashtrash: that's literally your new contact name; the gay prodigal son.

me: permission to send to harry?

ROSE GOLD: permission granted.

ashtrash: you're a big boy, you choose..

ashtrash: (no but seriously you're so hot send it)

I send him the photo with a few 'x's as well and lock my phone, plugging it in my charger. I decide to take a small break from nonstop texting and see what in god's name my mother is doing now.

I pull down my shorts from my ass back down to slightly above mid-thigh when I reach the bottom of the stairs. My mom waves partially before turning back to dinner. Pasta; one of my least favorite dishes to eat, but my favorite dish to smell.

"Niall!"

I wave as my mother rests her cell phone on her shoulder before walking past her to the back door, suddenly realizing I don't have any interest in what my mother is doing. Instead, I open the back door and grab my sunglasses that I never take inside. Life's a struggle.

HARRY'S HOUSE
5:28 PM

"Damn."

Zayn's head hangs over my shoulder as he looks at my phone screen, which is covered with every square inch of Niall's perfectly rounded ass in short shorts. If the Bradford boy hadn't been right beside me, I'd be shoving my hand down my pants in a matter of seconds.

"Is that him?"

"That's his ass, but yeah, that's him."

"I'm excited to see his face," Zayn grins as he turns his attention away from the buzzing TV to Niall, who I happen to claim constantly around him. Zayn, without a doubt, is much more attractive than me. He could swoop Niall up in a heartbeat. I don't even want to live in a world where I loose a boy as enticing as Niall Horan to a guy as equally enticing as Zayn Malik. My poor heart would never survive.

With that, my next words come in fear and jealousy.

"You're not meeting his face," I mutter, "shit, I meant not seeing--"

"I'm not gonna steal him," Zayn rolls his eyes, "but I do wanna meet him."

"Oh," I mutter, slightly embarrassed, "that's fine. What do you want to do then...?"

"Bring him to my album release gig?" He shrugs and I make up my face. That's a little highkey for a first date.

"He'll love it," Zayn replies to my made up face, "and he can bring his friends, and we can have a good time, and listen to my banging new album. Speaking of which, where's yours?"

"Shut your mouth, you dick," I groan, "I'm working on it. I'm on tour too, you know? When's your tour?"

"Working on it."

"Mmmmmm, that's what I thought."

"Shut it! Invite him to my party!"

NIALL'S HOUSE
10:46 PM

I lay in my bed, only wearing panties and a sweatshirt I found on my closet floor. My phone is still buzzing away, but I'm so tired I'm not even sure what's being discussed. Ash added Derek back and since then, I haven't been talking much.

As if it's on cue, I get a text from Derek in private message.

derek: i'm sorry about what i said earlier. i'm just super protective over you.

Typical. Come on Derek, I'm bored.

me: it's whatever derek. leave it be.

derek: but niall.

I see that he's still typing but don't bother to acknowledge it.

me: derek i said it's fine just leave it at that.

I'm about to send the message when it all disappears to the calling screen. Harry's name pops up and I grin widely, answering quickly.

"Hello?"

"Hey gorgeous."

"That's not on my birth certificate," I giggle and he laughs as well, shifting around wherever he is.

"Look," he sighs, "I know it's been a little complicated between us, with my management and stuff. But honestly, I don't give much of a fuck anymore."

"Sexy..." I smirk.

"I'm taking you out next week; the best first date you'll ever have."

"What is it?"

"Zayn Malik's album release party."

My jaw falls slightly, due to the surprise of the news. Zayn's a really famous artist. The fact that I have the chance to do this with anyone, let alone Harry, is beyond me.

"If you want, you can invite the friends you were telling me about."

And the heavens have spoken again.

"I'll tell them..." I mumble, still in utter shock, "wow, that's awesome Harry."

"Next week, yeah? I'll send someone to pick you guys up wherever you are, is that cool?"

"Yeah," I grin, "god, I wish I could just kiss you."

"Me too," he sighs sadly, "soon, okay? I promise."

"Okay," I try to smile through my agony as Harry wishes me a night as lovely as me. The ringer goes dead and I shrug, slightly disappointed as I text my friends the good news.

me: guys harry just invited us to zayn's album release party.

ROSE GOLD: WHAT

ROSE GOLD: ZAYN?!

ROSE GOLD: AS IN MY D A D?!

ROSE GOLD: MY HERSAT

ROSE GOLD: NIALL I LOVE YOU

ashtrash: NIALL THIS IS THE GREATEST THING

ROSE GOLD: NIALL WHAT AM I GONNA WEAR?! IM MEETING MY REAL DAD AND I HAVE TRASH BAGS IN MY CLOSET! WE NEED TO SHOP WE NEED TO SHOP WE NEED TO SHOP

ashtrash: WHERE IS DEREK? I HOPE HE'S NOT INVITED JFC

me: he is lol

ashtrash: how are you so calm?

me: i fucked harry already; what's left to be shocked about?

And I say it, I realize that maybe the fact that I haven't seen him since then is something to be shocked about.

i mean, it was short, but hilarious; amirite?