•Niall's POV•
(a/n: actual chapter yay)
The sun shone slightly through my pulled curtains as I slowly woke up. I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes and rolled over. Memories of last night rushed through my mind. As if on cue, a raging headache hit me. I didn't really remember anything after the forth shot. I groaned, rolling over and swinging my arm back and forth for the water bottle somewhere on the floor. My hand hit the plastic and I grabbed it, slowly sitting up. After taking a few sips of water, I check my phone.
Recently, a random girl who 'claims' to go to my school has been texting me. I don't really know how to feel about it. It's a new feeling to be wanted. I guess, I'm flattered? She does most of the chasing, never known a girl like her. Not that I know who she really is anyway. I don't get female attention much, probably due to my un-pubertized face and lack of being photogenic. I wouldn't necessarily call myself insecure, I just don't stand out.
As I stumbled upon the messages app, I see that the most recent text was definitely different then it was last night.
Me: I thi nk I llike a little bit of you
H: So drunk Niall is the vulnerable one ;)
H: Don't worry, I see you're having fun. Just stay safe, I might as well hang out here
My eyes widened. God, I'm an idiot. I must've texted her in my drunken state. I swore out loud as I quickly sent her an apology text.
Me: I'm so sorry about last night!! PLEASE forget everything
I nervously waited for a reply. Surely enough, I saw her typing.
H: "I thi nk I llike a little bit of you" ;)
Me: I WAS DRUNK
H: You know what they say, alcohol speaks the truth
I don't even reply after that. Flustered, I pull on some sweatpants and clamber downstairs to down 2 pills of Advil.
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Encrypted | n.s.
FanfictionEncrypted: convert (information or data) into a cipher or code, especially to prevent unauthorized access. Harry likes Niall. The only way for Harry to let Niall know this is to tell cheesy jokes and quote lyrics. This is their story. (Texting sto...
