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Niall sat cushioned between two hot females on the tiny couch of his and Harry’s tiny dorm room watching Love Actually for the hundredth time. Harry insisted that Love Actually was one of the best romantic movies of all time, it ranked up somewhere near the Notebook or something like that. Niall just rolled his eyes and let his best friend pop it into the DVD player.
He had settled into the couch while Ella and Clare sat comfortably on either side of him. Niall didn’t miss the disappoint on Harry’s face, as he settled in a chair across the room with Sadie and Zach adorning his feet. Niall would have been equally disappointed if he hadn’t been sitting with two of the hottest girls in their year.
It wasn’t long before his phone buzzed in his back pocket and he had to slide his arm away from Ella and lift himself up to slide it out of his pocket, pressing the button to see that it had been a text from Harry, who was just sitting across the room. Niall glared at him, but Harry wasn’t looking at him, instead he seemed overly interested in the movie all of a sudden, typical.
From Hazza: (Friday 8:35pm)
hello lover. u know the purpose of playing a movie is to watch it. not to give u an excuse to watch me.
The thing about Niall and Harry is that they’ve known each other since they were in diapers. Their parents grew up together and were best friends, and so on and so forth. Niall’s father is a lawyer and big time business entrepreneur. He has all that money from working big cases so he buys companies for very little, makes them a big brand name, and then sells them for a profit with the help of Harry’s father. Harry’s father is also some kind of lawyer, Niall and Harry lost interest in their parent’s business ventures a long time ago.
To Hazza: (Friday 8:37pm)
dude. don’t make excuses. u know u can’t handle being so far away from me.
Niall smirks as he settles back onto the couch, the girls getting comfortable against his shoulders as he keeps his phone in his lap, because if he knows anything in this world, this means it’s just the beginning of Harry Styles. And as if right on cue, his phone buzzes again.
From Hazza: (Friday 8:41pm)
excuses? I would never! I’m completely open with my love for you. You are like the wind beneath my wings…or some shit like that. Hehe. You should come visit me. I’m all alone over here…okay well not alone. I’m by zach and sadie, who are completely all over each other so technically ya, I’m alone. Or are you too good for me? Is ella and clara more important than your bestest best friend?
He shakes his head; take it to Harry Styles to write a novel in just one text message.
To Hazza: (Friday 8:43pm)
love? I just said u couldn’t stand being so far away, but I know u can’t help falling in love with me.it’s my body isn’t it? hahaha. i’m more like the person who gets u into trouble, but same difference eh? feeling lonely babe? i bet if u batted your eyelashes they’d let u join them. ;)
From Hazza: (Friday 8:47pm)
yea yea yea you seem to think your body is so fantastic. as far as i’m concerned i can’t decide either way because i haven’t seen enough of it. well not up close anyways. any time i came close to seeing anything it wasn’t just your pale ass i was looking at. Shielding my eyes was the only way i could deal with the possible trauma of seeing a naked girl. i believe clara is the one i saw…yep. i dont feel like being the bitch in this relationship today. i say you ditch your girlies and come see me.
To Hazza: (Friday 8:51pm)
uve have seen more than my ass. but I can refresh your memories. and clara looks rather nice naked if i do say so myself. and what kind of person would i be if i just ‘ditched’ them to go over there with you? not a very good one mind you. plus you have your own entertainment. wanna watch me make out with one of the girls, or both? that might relieve your loneliness.
From Hazza: (Friday 8:54pm)
unless you want my head to be hovering over the toilet tonight, i’d advice against the make-out session thank you very much. Although memory refreshments sound like a fabulous idea. when will those be taking place? And if you ditched them you’d be an awesome person. besides its for your own good anyways. i heard that clara is sleeping with Nick who is also sleeping with slutville stacy. do you really want an std before you get the chance to fuck me? thought so.
To Hazza: (Friday 8:59pm)
there you go with your gossip. i bet you’ve started so many rumors about me. eh, what makes stacy a slut, is it because she sleeps with a ton of people? therefore you’re calling your best friend a slut too. i’m hurt. deeply. no, i think i’ll stay right here, nice and cozy between two hot females who doesn’t call me names. i’m surprised at you, i thought my love meant something. guess you can go cuddle with zach tonight.
From Hazza: (Friday 9:03pm)
oh you know you love hearing all the nitty gritty details. and now you are just putting words into my mouth. i said slutville stacy not slutville niall. i think you only hear what you want to hear. and that is fine. i guess i will cuddle with zach. besides, he swings both ways anways!
The thing about Harry is that he is completely and utterly gay and Niall has no problem with it. In fact, when he found out about it, he was probably the most supportive person. He’s helped kept the secret from his family, and was there to kick anybody’s arse that wanted to make something out of it. It wasn’t that Niall was gay himself, but Harry was his best friend and he wasn’t going to treat him any differently because of the gender he preferred.
To Hazza: (Friday 9:05pm)
how bout you stop playing the victim and come over here?
From Hazza: (Friday 9:07pm)
grrr, why do you do this to me?
But before Niall can respond, he feels the girls shift as he feels a bony arse flop into his lap. He chuckles as Harry makes himself comfortable, ignoring the girls protests.
“You’re such an attention whore Styles.” Niall said against his shoulder as both of the friends relax to watch the remainder of the movie.
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New instant message from Hazza: (Thursday 5:47pm)
man you are so intent over there. what the hell are you doing? its porn again isn’t it? please tell me it’s something other than boobies and viginas for once? i would look, but your big ass head is in the way, and i really don’t feel like seeing something so at the other end of what i want to see.
To Hazza: (Thursday 5:49pm)
harry?! seriously. you are on the other side of the room. aren’t you supposed to be doing your homework anyways instead of staring at me you creeper?
New instant message from Hazza: (Thursday 5:53pm)
mmm….i think you’re misinterpreting the definition of “creeper”. here let me help. the definition of “creeper” is “A person who does weird things, like stares at you while you sleep, or looks at you for hours through a window. usually a close friend or relative. you know right away if that person is a creeper or does creeper things. it is not hard to spot the creeper.” i absolutely do not stare at you in your sleep, and i don’t watch you for hours from any damn windows either. so yeah, totally not a creeper. i’m just too lazy to actually turn around and talk to you.
To Hazza: (Thursday 5:58pm)
how am i supposed to know you aren’t staring at me while i sleep? would you like the term ‘stalker’ better, or perhaps ‘superfan’? but i am a little flattered that you would rather talk to me then do that exciting homework i know you have. let me copy it after you’re done?
New instant message from Hazza: (Thursday 6:03pm)
eh i’ll take ‘superfan’. its the least weird of the three mentioned. ugh and seriously why do you even ask? you know i’m just going to give it to you anyway, which is majorly bogus if you ask me. i mean here i am doing “our” homework while you watch your porn. how is that at all fair? i should at least get something out of this.
To Hazza: (Thursday 6:07pm)
i know, i just thought i’d be nice and ask this time. and i’m not watching porn. i’m not that gross. plus if i was, i’d make you get me off and you know you wouldn’t want to do that. hahaha. oh? what do you want? a colorful scarf or a lollipop?
New instant message from Hazza: (Thursday 6:11pm)
oh right, because a very attractive and wonderful gay guy such as myself would never want to get you off. yeah, that makes a whole lot of sense. and i’ll take the lollipop….only if i get to pick what flavor ;)
To Hazza: (Thursday 6:13pm)
you are a sick bastard hazza. what if i actually did ask you do to that one day? you’ll be eating your words. and i wouldn’t say attractive or wonderful are great adjectives to describe you. hahaha. okay, you pick the flavor. but niall-flavored is not on the menu.
New instant message from Hazza: (Thursday 6:18pm)
i’m pouting right now just so you know even though i’m facing the computer screen and you can’t see me. i so wouldn’t be interested in a lollipop otherwise, so i guess we will have to find something else you can give me. and you better make it good to because this homework is kicking my ass.
To Hazza: (Thursday 6:21pm)
babe, you know how much i hate it when you pout. but it is a cute look for you. reminds me of a fucked up lizard or something. hahaha. oh no! okay. well what do you want? a hug?
New instant message from Hazza: (Thursday 6:25pm)
hmm….fucked up lizard huh? well, okay i mean if you think that is cute lmao and a hug? really? not gonna cut it. something a bit more….satisfying i’d say.
To Hazza: (Thursday 6:29pm)
what the fuck do you want styles? as fabulous as i am, i cannot read your mind.
New instant message from Hazza: (Thursday 6:32pm)
ice cream duh!!!!!!!!!!!! i want a damn strawberry and vanilla ice cream cone! and a night of cuddling with my niall! don’t make me ‘fucked up lizard face’ you again!
To Hazza: (Thursday 6:35pm)
first of all, i didn’t see you when you did it the first time, so it doesn’t affect me. second of all, that means i have to get up to go down to the corner store and get them. do you really want to do that to your best friend? unless you want a break from your homework to carry me down there? but i might be able to swing that whole cuddling thing tonight if angel doesn’t text me back.
New instant message from Hazza: (Thursday 6:38pm)
hey hey hey i’m the one doing the homework remember! you should totally be carrying my ass! oh right….angel. forgot about that one. yeah she reminds me of an orange creamsicle. she’s all orange skinned and then that bimbo blonde hair. eeeeekkkk you sure know how to pick ‘em. but i like guys, so what do i know?
To Hazza: (Thursday 6:41pm)
a creamsicle? really? i don’t see it. i like angel, she’s far from what her name implies. you never like any of the girls i… fuck. i’m trying to figure out if your just jealous or just don’t like them. do you want to find me somebody then, since none of the others fit up to your standards?
New instant message from Hazza: (Thursday 6:45pm)
oh yeah i’m definitely jealous. i’m rolling my eyes right now. i just want the best for my bestie! i have the perfect gal for you. there is cecily or kara or harriet all of whom i’d approve of.
To Hazza: (Thursday 6:47pm)
harriet? is that your alter ego? seriously, harry you don’t like girls. what makes you think i would believe you when you say you know what kind of girl would be perfect for me. but if harriet’s has your lips then let’s get it going!
New instant message from Hazza: (Thursday 6:51pm)
harriet is definitely not my alter ego, and i just know what you like. i’ve been your friend forever, so i’m pretty sure i’d be the best person to take dating advice from. plus i know she’ll be eating out of the palm of your hand in no time. promise!
To Hazza: (Thursday 6:56pm)
i don’t know. you don’t really have anybody fighting to be with you at the moment. and i haven’t seen you have a boyfriend in like forever. i’m kind of worried about you. and i’m not really having any problems getting girls at the moment. you wanna marry me off already? in what way are you going to be having them eating out of the palm of my hand?
New instant message from Hazza: (Thursday 7:00pm)
okay fine. suit yourself. and don’t worry about me. just because i’m not fucking a different dude every single night does not mean i’m not involved with someone. i get around just fine on my own thanks. but if you’re alright manning these little ho ho’s you got here, by all means continue your strive for pimp with no other intentions award of the year.
To Hazza: (Thursday 7:04pm)
wow harry. don’t get your panties in a wad. fine fine, you have someone, but why haven’t i met them. i thought i was your bestie? i’m supposed to give them the ‘talk’ about fucking them up if they hurt you. you know that. but whatever. it hurts my heart. i’ll be okay though, i’m just going to sit here and cry quietly.
New instant message from Hazza: (Thursday 7:11pm)
oh don’t even give me that. the only way i meet these chicks of yours is when they are humpin’ the shit out of you. but you’re right, you can deal. i’ll let ya meet him when the time is right, and right now it’s not, so yeah moving along now. about that ice cream cone! i want it, and you should totally come with me to get it.
To Hazza: (Thursday 7:17pm)
you can get your own ice cream cone. if i actually had someone i was really interested in, then i would introduce them to you properly, but i haven’t. but I guess you don’t share that sentiment with me.
New instant message from Hazza: (Thursday 7:21pm)
what do you mean? you know i adore our friendship. Don’t you know I’m devoted to you?
To Hazza: (Thursday 7:25pm)
what am i a girl? no, no chick flick moments, please. lets just get you an ice cream so you’ll shut up and i can get back to my porn or lack there of.
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From Hazza: (Sunday 8:25am)
we need to talk about last night. Come back to the dorm so we can talk.
From Hazza: (Sunday 9:03am)
niall? Please don’t avoid me.
From Hazza: (Sunday 9:27am)
niall if you don’t call me or come back to the dorm I’m calling our parents to conduct a search party to find you.
To Hazza: (Sunday 10:49am)
calm down. I’m fine, I’ll be around lata.
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From Hazza: (Wednesday 4:39pm)
wanna stay in tonight? We can work on some homework?
To Hazza: (Wednesday 4:51pm)
sure, I’ll pick up the pizza.
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From Hazza: (Tuesday 10:40pm)
niall, where are you?
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From Hazza: (Monday 9:27am)
niall, where are you?
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From Hazza: (Saturday 1:38am)
niall, where are you?
From Hazza: (Saturday 1:56am)
niall, where are you?
From Hazza: (Saturday 4:16am)
I know you’re with him, please be careful.
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From Hazza: (Friday 1:40pm)
niall, I haven’t talked to you in a while, is everything alright?
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From Hazza: (Tuesday 3:49pm)
I’m here for you if you need me. You know, I’ll always be your bestie.