-Harry’s POV-

When Niall entered the suite looking high as a fucking kite I was pissed to say the least. I was hoping their date had been a train reck, but judging by the look on his smug little face it went well.
“Just perfect.” I whispered to myself.
“Alright Hazaaaa.” Niall screamed in my face. I grunted in response. “Well, what’s got your nickers in a twist?” he asked.
“You.” I shouted, jumping off the sofa and squaring up to him. Being tall had it’s advantages.
“What the hell mate?”
“You know I saw Charlotte first!” I exclaimed. By this point the other lads had come out of their own rooms to see what all the noise as about.
“Yeah,” Niall replied. “Doesn’t mean she’s your territory.”
“Kind of does though, doesn’t it ‘MATE’” I spat. I couldn’t believe this, he knew I liked her, it was obvious.
“You always get the beautiful fucking girls H, just give me a chance, yeah?” Niall shouted.
I wasn’t used to Niall arguing back to be honest and I wasn’t liking it... I got right up in his face and whispered; “You know what Niall... it’s on.” Liam and Zayn had now gathered behind Niall prepared to hold him back if a fight broke out. Louis was just watching, smirking at the scene opening up in front of him.
“Oh yeah?” Niall replied, pushing my shoulders. He was strong, but I was stronger.
“Yeah!” I shouted, pushing him the same.
“Well then Harry, may the best man win.”
“Oh, I plan too.” I said smugly. I barged past him, knocking him out the way and went to my room, flipping him off in the process.

It's on Horan.

Notes

Sorry just quickly idk if the expression 'high as a fucking kite' is just an English phrase but it doesn't actually mean high it means like happy? Just to clear that up;)

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