Kaya and Niall hate each other. He's her annoying next door neighbor who's made her life miserable ever since she was born. Kaya thinks Niall does it out of enjoyment. Or is it something else?
"Sometimes it's love, sometimes it's...
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As much as I begged Niall not to do it—after all my explanations of how bad of an idea it is—he still calls Louis and makes them come over to sit with us to have a drink. I can't do anything about it, knowing Niall does what Niall wants and I can't stop the prick.
Niall never listens to me. And if he's about to go on with the plan of making Harry jealous, I'm going to kill him later.
Niall's smirking at me when the two boys arrive. He makes a show of making me scoot over so he can sit close beside me—our sides touching—and I'm pretty sure I see Harry looking over, wondering why we're sitting so close.
I don't think there was a hint of jealousy in his eyes, just curiosity.
Niall's really stupid to think that Harry would be jealous, because Harry and I have barely started being friends, and even though he flirts with me, he isn't serious about wanting to get with me yet. So there would be no jealousy happening. Harry doesn't like me like that.
"I beat Harry three times." Louis says proudly, bringing three fingers in the air. "I'm the king at ski ball, I swear."
Harry rolls his eyes. "You broke the machine by throwing the ball too hard, Lou." Harry says. "Broke the glass!"
"Hey, shut up! The glass was already broken."
"Sure it was." Harry snorts at Louis. Louis just snickers as he strides off. He had ordered a side of french fries and it seems that they're ready.
I don't know if Louis could be taking any longer or if the tension with Niall staring at Harry was slowing down time.
Niall hated Harry, and by the way he's watching the curly-haired guy you'd think Niall's shooting knives through his eyes. Harry isn't paying any attention, occupied with tapping on his phone.
I don't know what to do except sit there uncomfortably on the hard bench and suck on my straw. My phone lights up on the table and I read the text I received from Cady.
From: CadyCat
Where are you? Zayn just got here and Liam and I are going to meet him.
I didn't know Zayn was coming, and I forgot about Cady back in the cabin sleeping over her hangover. I guess she's alright now.
It's 5 PM, she had slept the whole afternoon, so she must've rested enough. I can't just leave though, I don't know what to tell her.
"If you guys want some you can." Louis' voice makes me raise my head and I realize he's back with fries in his hand. He scoots back in beside Harry and flips his fringe away from his forehead.
"Thaaaaanks." Niall happily sings as he leans closer to the table and takes a fry. I go back on my phone and decide to get a fry after I text Cady.
To: CadyCat
Little busy right now. You guys go ahead. I'll meet later.
The text sends, and I sit my locked phone down on the table and give my attention back to the three boys. I'm thinking about leaving, telling them it's time for me to go back, but for some reason I remain quiet and just pick some fries while dipping them in the ketchup.
