Aria's P.O.V.

"How the hell could she possibly be working for the FBI?" Niall shouted, pacing back and forth as I sat on our hotel room bed.

We'd been at it for hours, Niall refusing to believe for even a second that Candace was part of the FBI.

"It makes sense, Niall." I groaned, throwing my fourth pillow at him today. I was pregnant and he was pissing me off. Why couldn't he just listen? "She said herself in the letter that she has people who are helping her. Why wouldn't she be in the FBI?"

"No," Niall held up a finger. "You're missing a huge part in this. Candace didn't attend a proper school at least until age sixteen. She didn't have a proper education. How the hell could she be accepted into a government secret security system?"

"Because she has allies!" I screamed. Niall winced at my outburst. He should have see it coming. "Fuck Niall, just listen to me!"

"Fine," Niall huffed, crossing his arms over his chest. He spoke with a sass and attitude I refused to tolerate. "If you're so convinced about your idea, then go on."

"You know what?" I growled, gritting my teeth. I grabbed another pillow and chucked it at his face. "I'm not going to deal with your attitude."

"I have attitude?" Niall scoffed, oblivious to my trembling lips. I refused to cry in front of him. "You always think you're right. It pisses
me off. That's why I have attitude."

"Well fuck you." I muttered.

"Don't fucking talk to me like that when you won't even listen to what I have to say." Niall hissed.

"I know what you have to say, Niall." I cried. "You have to say that you think my idea is irrational. That there is no way that I'm right."

Niall's lips parted, then tightening into a straight line. "I can't deal with this." He turned his back to me and ran his hands down his cheeks in a stressful manner.

"Fine, then." I narrowed my eyes again. "Walk away from your problems. Leave me to do this by myself."

"This is not my problem, Aria!" Niall spun around, yelling at me. "This is your problem. I help because I have to, because I legally swore to, but I'm starting to think that wasn't a good idea. You got me dragged into this whole fucking mess and you have the nerve to call it my problem?"

My mouth dropped open at his confession. God, that hurt. "Maybe you shouldn't have married me, then." I choked on my tears, my words coming out as no more than a mere whisper.

His words hurt felt like someone reaching in and ripping my heart out in a slow, agonizing way.

I help because I have to, because I legally swore to.

Niall's fists clenched at his sides, oblivious to how much his confession killed me. I had waited so long for his to blame this on me, and now, he finally had. I deserved that pain, because I had caused it for him.

Ans he had just thrown it right back like a slap in the face.

"That's not what I meant, Aria." He growled, his voice lowering dangerously. "You know that."

"No," I snapped. "There's nothing wrong with admitting truth."

"Jesus, it was a slip of the mouth!" He argued running both hands through his hair. "Don't walk away."

I got up from the bed, ignoring his demand, my hands and knees losing strength as I pushed open the bathroom door.

Obviously, this day was ending wonderful note.

I slammed the bathroom door shut and hoisted myself up onto the granite sink. I suppose I had been a little harsh. On the other hand, it felt good to yell at Niall. Mainly due to all the stress built up over the past few weeks, this shouting was like my break free.

I hit my head against the wall countless times, wondering for the millionth time what I had done to deserve this. Was it that hard to give me a normal life?

I wiped the warm tears from my face and cursed when more tears took place of the ones I had gotten rid off. I rested my elbows on my knees, and my chin in my hands, trying not to break into full on sobbing. I grabbed a handful of tissues and wiped my nose, exhaling unsteady breaths.

It wasn't long before Niall walked into the bathroom. He looked frustrated, and more importantly, hurt.

"I'm sorry."

"For what?" I laughed bitterly. "Sorry for helping me, or sorry for marrying me?"

"I'm sorry for saying that to you." He sighed. I knew he was trying to keep his cool. "That was totally out of line. I shouldn't have brought our marriage into this. Our relationship isn't a part of this."

"Really," I shot him a glare. "Because it seems our relationship is forcing you to help me."

"No,"Niall let out a shaky breath. "I'm helping you because I want to. Because it's my responsibility."

"Yeah," I rolled my eyes. "Your responsibility because you married me."

"For gods sakes, Aria, would you stop and get over what I said? I didn't fucking mean it!" Niall yelled, pounding his fist on the bathroom counter. I flinched at the sudden action, scooting further away from him.

"Get away from me." I muttered, glaring at Niall. "Don't hurt me."

Niall's frustrated expression became one of pure regret. He leaned his back against the wall parallel to me and the bathroom sink, rubbing his temples roughly. It was a sign of stress, especially when he was about to give up on something. I began to feel sick to the stomach.

"I cant do this anymore." I should have seen it coming, but each word felt like a knife stabbing into my chest. "We can't do this anymore. This is unhealthy for us, for our relationship."

"W-what?"

"Look, we've been going at this for months now." He reasoned, running a hand through his hair. Not a good sign. "And can't you feel the pain? We're practically falling apart."

I was too dumbfounded to speak. Had he finally realized how toxic I was? Had he finally decided to leave me? I always pictured the day he would, but I never realized it would come this quick.

"Aria, we need to take a break." He whispered, shoving his hands in his pockets. "From this. We just need to step away for some time."

He looked at me, waiting for me to say something. I just shook my head, unable to speak.

"Look me in the eye and tell me we don't need a break."

I looked up, but I still couldn't speak. If I opened my mouth, tears would be let loose. But agreeing to him, agreeing to his suggestion would mean I didn't want to spend more time with him. It would mean that I wanted to get away from him. That was the last thing I wanted.

"See," Niall smiled lightly. He had the nerve to smile at me? When he was practically divorcing me? "You didn't deny it."

"I'm sorry." I cringed when I heard what my tired voice sounded like. "I'll leave. I'll stay at Corryn's or something."

Niall's face expression shifted into a look of confusion and hurt. "What, why... why are you leaving? I thought we were going to take a break?"

"Yeah," I narrowed my eyes at him. "I don't think I can stay here if we're practically divorcing."

"Divor- shit." Niall's eyes widened and he started shaking his head. "No, no princess. I want a break from this. From constantly trying to track down this physco. Not a break from you. God, I love you."

A wave of relief washed over me. I slid off the bathroom counter and threw the damp tissue away. "I thought you wanted to divorce me."

"No way," Niall shook his head, biting his lip. "I'm fucking selfish when it comes to you. I always want you. Even if you wanted to divorce me, I wouldn't sign the papers."

A smile crept onto my face from the latter part his comment. "I would never want to divorce from you."

Niall smiled, hiding his tired eyes. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me closer to him, his lips kissing my hair lightly. We held our embrace until I remembered what he had said, about all this being my problem, and that he was forced to help me because he married me.

"I think you should go home." I said, unable to make eye contact with him. "Take care of the kids."

"What?" Niall stepped back to get a better look at me. "Now why would you want me to do that?"

"Because you want to do that," I gulped. "You said yourself that you're only helping because you're married to me. So go back."

Niall's shoulders visibly dropped. He slapped his forehead and groaned. "I'm such an idiot."

"Niall, just go." I tried to smile. "I can do the rest on my own."

Niall shot me a glare. "Are you mad? You honestly think I'd let you do this alone? Do you think I'm mad?"

"But this is my problem," I said softly. "Not yours."

"Shit," Niall muttered, gripping onto the towel rack. "I did not mean what I said, Aria. I was caught up in the moment-"

"A moment of vulnerability." I cut him off. "And thats when you finally told me the truth. I already knew you felt that way. I was just waiting for you to crack."

"You think this all your problem?" Niall stepped closer to me, wrapping his finger in a strand of my loose hair. "You think it was your fault that Scarlett has a crazy twin sister? You think it's your fault that Candace outsmarted all of us? You think it's your fault, and that you could have prevented all this?"

"It is."

"Aria, princess, love, baby," Niall drawled, rolling his eyes dramatically. "There is one thing that I hate so much about you. You find a way to blame every damn thing on yourself. You don't know how to stand up for yourself. You just let everyone tell you it's your fault."

"But it is." Man, I love it when he calls me 'baby'.

"No it's not." He snapped. "If anything, it's your parents fault for adopting Scarlett and making her a part of your family." He had a point.

"Okay," I nodded slowly. I suppose it isn't completely my fault."

Niall exhaled, stepping forward. He grabbed one of my hands and rubbed it gently, looking almost guiltily at me.

"I just want you to know that I am helping you because I love you. Not because I'm obliged to. As married to you as I am, I have a choice. My choice is always you."

I nodded again. Though as much as he denied truth in his slip up, deep down I knew he did feel a bit obliged. Honestly, who would want to willingly risk their life just to help me? No one sane, thats for sure.

"It's okay, Niall."

Niall let out a breath, tugging on the neckline of his shirt nervously. He probably knew that just because I forgave him didn't mean I believed him. Due to this, he scowled lightly at me, probably wondering why I was so stubborn.

I sighed, fed up with just about everything. I felt like I would explode if I heard Scarlett's name one more time. He was right about one thing. I did need a break from all Candace's bullshit. "Niall?"

He stopped scowling at me and his frown softened. "Yeah?"

"Can you kiss me?"

Niall reach out and grabbed the string that wrapped around my bathrobe, pulling me towards him. Our chests collided roughly, Niall's hands finding my face. His fingers tickled my cheeks as he touched me, cupping my face gently. His lips hovered over mine, his warm, minty breath blowing against my lips.

"Don't ever think for a second that I will let you go." He whispered, before he brought his lips to mine.

Our lips moved together with a sense of passion. The way Niall kissed me never failed to intoxicate me. His kisses were rough, but his lips moved slow enough to create a sense of gentleness. His tongue slid across my bottom lip, gaining access to my mouth. We explored each others mouths without breaking apart, though I did get the chance to breathe when Niall moved up to kiss my nose. Then his teeth tugged my bottom lip, provoking a soft moan from my lips. He moaned louder in response, squeezing my hips lightly as we kissed again. Niall's hands fell to my shins. He buckled his forearms around them and picked me up, bringing me to the bed.

He dropped me lightly on the mattress, rolling onto me. Goosebumps formed on my arms when his lips attack my neck. I wrapped my arms around his neck, enjoying his lips violate my skin. I swear, nothing felt better than this, being in Niall's arms as he whispered sweet nothings into my ear leaving not one inch on my face free of kisses.

"I love you, Aria." He whispered, pulling away from my neck. His nose brushed over mine before he dipped down, pressing a soft kiss to my lips.

"I love you more, Niall."

Niall sighed and fell beside me, kissing my forehead. "I'm so in love with you that it hurts."

I bit back a smile and put my hands on his face, kissing his jaw since it was the only thing I could reach. "I think I love you more than chocolate."

"Thats not possible for you," he grinned, "though I would be honored if that were true."

"I'm serious," I laughed, hitting his arm. "I love you more than I love food."

"Okay, we both know that was way too far, for both of us." Niall snorted, running his fingers through my hair. Just when I thought we were both done speaking, Niall spoke again.

"Aria?"

"Yeah?"

"If I really had proposed a divorce, would you have just agreed?" He asked, wrinkling his nose. "Would you be reluctant?"

"No," I answered. "I wouldn't agree. I would fight for you. And I wouldn't be reluctant. I wouldn't even think about choices. My choice is always you."

"My choice will always be you, as well."

"I'm so in love with you, Ni." I whispered, burying my face in his chest. His arms tightened around my waist, pulling me closer and eliminating any space left between us.

---

Niall's P.O.V.

There were many times in my life when I had wondered how I had managed to get so lucky. To find such a beautiful woman and make her my wife. To have her love me the way I loved her. I watched Aria as she changed into her clothes, pretending to be looking at something on my phone. She was so beautiful. Lord, everything about her drove me crazy.

Aria's clothing choice was often quite modest. She hid her body with loose clothes and sweatpants for the majority of the time. Had I not seen her naked, I never would have imagined what sexy curves she had underneath her clothes. I had the feeling she expected me to appreciate that she had so such respect for herself,and I did, but in truth, I wouldn't mind if she sported a revealing dress and a pair of heels to highlight her legs once in a while. She lacked a certain bit of self confidence that seemed impossible for her to obtain, no matter how much I tried to convince her how beautiful she was. Deep down, she was still that insecure, nineteen year old girl I met six years ago. She didn't know that I wanted others to be jealous. Hell, I doubted she even knew she could make people jealous of me in the first place. I wanted to show her off the the world, but she thought otherwise.

Aria came out of the bathroom wearing a pair of very short pajama shorts that showed off her hips and a black tank top, making her bright blue eyes seem brighter. Of course, there were the days she wasn't too reserved with her body. I quickly pretended to be looking up from my phone as she grabbed a pair of tan sandals and slipped them on.

"You know theres a mirror in the bathroom," Aria smirked, turning around. "I saw you checking me out."

I felt my cheeks burn, raising my hands. "Guilty." Though I threw in a smirk and scanned her body. "It's not my fault you're gorgeous."

Aria rolled eyes as I expected her to, not believing a word a said. I lied when I said there was only one thing I hated about her. The second thing was how insecure she was, and seemed she always would be.

"Shall I serenade you with a bit of 'What Makes You Beautiful?'"

"Nah, I'm good, thanks."

Aria grinned, sitting at the edge of the bed beside me. She took one of my hands and interlaces our fingers, smiling down at me. "I think we're the strongest couple out there," she said, changing the mood to something more serious. "I don't think Candace realizes just how hard it is to break us down."

"We always find a way to get back up." I agreed, squeezing our connected hands. Aria smiled and leaned down, pressing her lips to mine softly.

"I going to call Perrie and ask how the kids are." She smiled, reaching for her phone. "I miss those rascals too much."

I watched as Aria called Perrie's number, fidgeting impatiently on the bed as she waited for Perrie to pick up. I noticed the way her eyebrows grew closer as she frowned when Perrie didn't pick up. She bit the inside of her cheek and called Perrie again. When Perrie failed to pick up the phone, Aria started freaking out.

Her eyes widened and she gulped visibly as she began to rant about all the possible reasons as to why Perrie hadn't picked up her phone. Mind you, they were all negative possibilities. I couldn't blame her, even I was unsettled when Perrie hadn't picked up.

Aria stood up and started pacing back and forth, fiddling with the phone in her hand. She started spamming Perrie with calls, leaving frantic voicemails at the end of each dropped call. There was nothing I could to but get on my knees and grab her hips to pull her onto the bed.

She fell back, head fell against my chest, bottom just barely on the bed. Aria looked up at me with a scowl, and I returned the rude gesture with a smile.

"Calm down," I whispered, looking at her face which seemed upside down from my point of view. "Stressing out is doing no good for you or the baby."

At mention of the baby, Aria relaxed, sitting up to lean her back against my chest. "What if they're hurt?"

"Zayn or Perrie would have called."

"What if Zayn and Perrie are hurt, too?"

"What if Perrie just forgot to turn her phone on?"

"Perrie always answers her phone!" Aria exclaimed, grabbing her phone again. I moved it away from her reach and raised an eyebrow at her.

"Calm. Down."

Aria took deep breaths, in and out, blowing out one final exhale before holding her hand out. " Now may I have my phone?"

I grinned, shaking my head at her. Instead, I scrolled through her contacts and found Zayn's name, pressing the call button and holding the phone to my ear.

Zayn picked up on the first ring.

"Aria?" He seemed out of breath.

"No," I spoke carefully. "It's Niall."

"You gotta get over here," Zayn gasped. My shoulders tensed as he spoke. "This is absolutely crazy."

"What happened?" I frowned. "Are the kids okay?"

"Yeah," Zayn answered. "I just don't think I can handle one more game of tag with Nicolette. She runs like a fucking cheetah."

I relaxed. I gave Aria a thumbs up, watching her body lose tension as well. I laughed into the phone, a mixture of amusement as relief. "Thats what you agreed to."

"I seriously reconsidering it." Zayn joked. "Shall I ship them off to you?"

"Actually," My eyes shifted to Aria as I continued speaking to Zayn. "We're coming home. I'm booking tickets tonight. All this crazy shit we found out is too much to deal with without a breather."

"You better tell me all about it." Zayn answered seriously. "Hey, I gotta go. Nicolette just ran into a bookshelf."

"Shit," I hissed. "Is she okay?"

"Yeah... she's laughing her ass off." Zayn snorted. "I love your children. They're so weird."

"It comes from me," I chuckled.

Zayn returned the laugh and bid us a safe flight home, hanging up to capture Nicolette.

I turned my attention to Aria, who rolled her eyes. "I told you so."

"Yeah, yeah." She sighed throwing yet another pillow at me. I caught it and chucked it back at her, watching it hit her face.

"Ow!" She yelped, scowling at me before grabbing the pillow and aiming it at my face. I dodged the pillow easily, due to her initially bad aim. Aria blushed at her failed attempt, ducking under the covers to hide from attacking pillows. I took her lack of sight to an advantage and slowly tiptoed to the side of the bed. I waited patiently for her to think I was gone, staying out of sight.

After a while she peeked out from under the covers, poking her head out to look around.

"Niall?"

She frowned and got on her knees, pulling the covers completely off her body. Just as she looked down, I pulled myself up and pounced at her. Aria screamed, falling back onto the bed from the weight of my body.

I straddled her torso, unable to hold back my laughs of mockery.

"You should have seen...your face!" I gasped for air, laughing harder when she scowled at me. She reached out to smack my shoulder but I caught her wrist, raising an eyebrow at her.

"You sure you want to try that?"

Aria pulled her wrist out of my grasp and huffed, a sign of defeat. I smirked at her, pulling the hem of her tank top up to expose her soft skin. I ran my fingers over her swelling tummy, kissing the skin softly. Aria watched me carefully. She didn't realize that I had nothing sexual in mind. The only reason I raised her shirt was so I could...

"Oh my god, Niall!"

...Tickle her.

Aria screamed, laughing without control. Her creamy colored cheeks turned red from the lack of air as my fingers attacked her sides. Her legs kicked under me, trying to throw me off. I grinned and planted my knees off either side of her body, giving me access to tickle her wherever I pleased. I discovered rather quickly that she was extremely ticklish under her knees, causing her to double the laughter she had previously given off when I tickled her shins.

"Stop!" She gasped, pressing her hands to my chest in attempt to push me off.

"Never!" I boomed, moving my fingers back to her sides. She continued to beg me to stop between ridiculous fits of laughter. I grinned, watching squeal as she pleaded me to stop. It wasn't until she started coughing, full on gasping for breath that I pulled my hands away from her. I rolled off her body and stretched my legs out, resting my head on the pillows.

Aria sat up to catch her breath before shoving me off her body. "I hate you."

"No you don't," I smirked, watching her from the side. "Thats what you get for throwing a pillow at me."

A small smirk crossed Aria's lips after I had spoken. She crawled towards me in a seductive manner, making my breath hitch. The deep neckline of her tanktop had ridden lower due to her previously squirmed, making it easy for me to see she wasn't wearing a bra. Fucking tease. Just as I reached up to bring her lips to mine, she jerked away, getting off of me with a smug grin.

Oh, shit. I knew what she was doing.

"No kisses for you." She grinned, knowing her revenge was torture for me. "No touching, no kissing, no nothing."

"You gotta be fucking kidding me." I groaned. "That it not fair at all."

"You tortured me," she shrugged. "Now I torture you."

"Your torture is much worse."

"Should've thought about that earlier, smartass." She crossed her arms over her chest, defining her cleavage. I hitched a breath and looked away, knowing I wouldn't be able to contain myself if I kept staring at her. She came closer to run a finger over my chest, her touch electrifying even through my shirt. "You had your fun, now I'll have mine."

In that moment, she sounded so sexy and demanding that I nearly whimpered with weakness. I knew she meant to torture me, but this was worse. This was practically killing me.

"I bet you won't be able to resist me that long." I managed to get out, puffing my chest out to seem confident.

Aria rolled her eyes. "Cocky now, are we? Odd, you're never one to be so conceited."

"Two can play at this game." I cocked an eyebrow at her. I wasn't going to let her think she could wrap me around her finger, even if she could. "May the best win, that being me of course."

"Boys," she snorted. "Always making everything a competition." She shook hands with me and patted my hair lightly. "You're on."

I didn't know where this sexy, confident Aria had suddenly come from, but I like it. I liked it more than I should, considering she was challenging me not to touch her.

"For how long is this going to go?" I questioned, keeping a steady gaze on my wife.

"Already miss me?" Aria teased. "Give it five days. If, no, when I win, you become my personal slave for a week."

Shit, five whole days? I could barely resist myself for second. "Five days, not a problem."

Aria bit her lip. God, she knew how much that turned me on. "We'll see, we'll see."

"Oh, and Aria?"

"Yeah, babe?" I gulped at her choice of name. Why the hell was she being all seductive now?

"When I win, you have to give me all your secret stashes of chocolate, and you have to eat broccoli for every meal of the day, for three days."

A look of horror washed over Aria's face. She absolutely hated broccoli. And she absolutely loved chocolate. Her consequence was far worse than mine if I lost. I smirked with satisfaction, knowing I'd hit a downside for her.

I say a good distance away from her as I booked our tickets back to London, not missing her glances at me every so often. I kept a hard glare on the laptop, pretending as if I was unaffected by our little bet.

I would win. I just had to.

---

The next morning, Aria was up before me. She was packing her clothes, getting ready for the flight home tonight. As soon as I realized there was nothing under her bathrobe, I looked away.

If thats how she was going to play, so be it.

As I walked to the bathroom, I pulled my shirt off, catching her stare from the corner of my eye. I let out a satisfied smirk and closed the bathroom door. After taking a warm, refreshing shower, I wrapped a towel around my waist, making sure it was hanging dangerously low. I stepped outside of the bathroom and walked over to my suitcase which was directly next to hers.

"Good morning," I smiled down at her, holding back the urge to give her a morning kiss. I caught Aria's eyes flickering down towards my towel before they flew up to my eyes.

"Good morning, Ni." She smiled back, one hand subconsciously pressing to her tummy. "Did you sleep well?"

Fuck no, I slept terribly. I was craving someone to hold all night, and I kept waking up, thinking I had lost the bet by having her in my arms. Of course, when I realized she was at the far end of the bed, I relaxed, though silently craving to hold her closer. "Yeah, I had a great night sleep."

Aria bit her again, bless her, grabbing a pair of jeans, a shirt and underwear. She fucking chose the lacy red underwear on purpose, knowing I was watching.

I watched her saunter off to the bathroom, tossing me a smug grin as she closed the door. At least she didn't change in front of me. I would've lost the bet in a second.

A smile involuntarily crept onto my face, thinking about our little game. It had definitely got our minds off of Candace and Scarlett. That was what Aria needed, a bit of time to settle her mind on other things, even if that other thing consisted of teasing me to my grave.

I changed into a pair of khaki shorts and a black v-neck, the one I knew Aria loved on me. I spritzed myself with the Old Spice perfume that she went crazy for, and made sure my hair was as messy as possible without looking like I had just woken up.

However my confidence level dropped significantly when Aria stepped out of the bathroom in those skinny jeans of hers, hugging her hips and legs in all the right places. Her shirt was a pink v-neck with a wide neckline, so the straps of her red bra peeked out on her shoulders. All in all, she looked hot.

I was so going to lose.




Aria's P.O.V.

Was I drunk last night?

I must have been, considering the stupid bet I made with Niall. How was I supposed to resist his extremely hot body when he teased me like that? I mean, I wasn't an idiot. I knew he had his towel hung low on purpose, since normally it was always wrapped at a decent height. And the way he took his shirt off when he got out of bed made it look like he was in some Abercrombie commercial.

Not to mention the smell of his cologne when I came out of the restroom. He knew damn well I was practically obsessed with it. I walked past him, grabbing some clothes from the small closet to put them in my suitcase while attempting to ignore the hypnotizing smell of the cologne.

I seriously wanted to jump his bones right now, or at least yell at him for being so hot. Then again, that would show how weak he was making me, and the last thing I wanted to do was give him that satisfaction.

"Zayn and Perrie are meeting us at the airport," Niall spoke up, folding a pair of his shorts. "I think we should explain what we found out to them. It's only fair."

"I agree," I nodded, pushing my underwear to one corner of the suitcase. I caught Niall glancing at the underwear and smirked lightly. "What, see something you like?"

Niall's eyes shot up to mine. "Nah, not much to look at." His eyes scanned my body lightly before he turned to his suitcase.

I sure hope he was teasing, but my heart still plummeted at his comment. I bit my lip and frowned, tossing another piece of folded clothing into the bag. I still couldn't figure out why other people's opinions affected me so much. Then again, this wasn't just any old person. This was Niall.

We continued to pack in silence, the sexual tension and general tension alone rising with each passing second. A good half an hour must have passed before Niall spoke again.

"I wasn't being serious," he said quietly, keeping his eyes on the shirt he was folding. "I love looking at you. You're beautiful."

God, he had such a way with words.

"You're beautiful, too." I laughed lightly. Niall groaned in response, but a smile still crossed his lips. If Niall kept this whole cute act up, being all confident and heart-warming at the same time, then I knew one thing was for sure.

I was so going to lose.

Notes

Hi guys!

Sorry for the wait. Here's a slightly longer chapter for you all. Who do you think will win the bet? Do you think they'll both drop out?? And Niall can be so stupid with his words sometimes. I don't know. Tell me what you think?

Thank you for reading