Shiver(narry)(Boyxboy)

Another down side to living in a small town, people can't keep secrets for the life of them. You could literally threaten them with their lives, and they wouldn't be able to keep that damn thing locked up tight in their little heads.
I learned that the hard way, but in all honesty I should've known better than to tell my next door neighbor that I might have a slight crush on the kid on the other side of the complex. I of course told them not to tell anyone.
Mistake number two.
But there's also a plus side to this situation, and that being that Niall Horan wasn't a local.
Therefore, by not being a local... Niall wasn't in the so called "loop of friendship." Is it really a
loop though?
I would personally go more with a square.
Trust square.
Who even came up with trust circles? Why did the knights of the round table sit at a round table? Why not a square one? Square tables are just as cool.
Why discriminate against the square?
The square can't help that he's a square... He was just born that way.
I seem to get off track more times than not, but I'm not the least bit sorry.
Anyways, back to the the trust square that Niall isn't apart of. (Sucks to suck don't it?) I was lucky enough that Niall wasn't in the trust square, so when the news went around the town that I actually had genuine feelings for someone he didn't hear a single word.
Man how I love trust squares.
Of course, I did have some... Exes I guess you could call them, even though I've never really asked any of them to be my significant other, who were in the trust circle. They weren't exactly pleased with the idea that I was thinking of maybe settling down with some new kid.
Tracy was the first to show up at my door, a scowl on her face. She was a lot angrier than I remembered her... but then again last time I saw here, I "humped and dumped" her.... Oops?
"What's this I hear about your new boy toy?" She sneered, pushing her way into my apartment before I could even get the chance to slam the door in her face.
"Huh?"
"Don't play stupid with me Harold, you're the talk of the town."
"I'm always the talk of the town, why's this time any different?"
"Because you've got a new boy toy! For fucks sake Harry, don't play stupid."
"I don't have a new boy toy though..."
"You're hopeless, I don't even get why you were my boyfriend." She huffed, and I let out a snort. She crossed her arms, raising an eyebrow as I started to laugh hysterically. "Oh Tracy, babe... You and me weren't a legit thing." I managed to get out, gesturing between the two of us as I spoke. Let's just say I have a pretty red hand print on my right cheek now...
I probably deserved it.
Next to pay me a visit was Peter, and if I'm honest he was about as pissed as Tracy. He didn't leave me with a hand print.... but rather a really messy home that I was forced to clean up.
What a douche.
Douche is a funny word.
I like it.
It seemed like the only people coming to my door that day were the "exes", and if I'm honest I
lost track after ten. By the time the last on left, the sun was nearly setting and I was probably ready to scream.
Who was I kidding? I was ready to scream.
So that's what I did, not really noticing the fact that Niall was sitting on his porch.
"What the actual fuck?!" Niall screamed back, making me jump. Almost instantly my face went red, and I felt a new wave of nervousness come over me.
"Sorry... I'm slightly... Frustrated.
"Ya think? Jesus."
"You try talking to all your exes about the same thing over and over again, and try not to get frustrated. For fucks sake, they make it sound like I'm a no good player. " I huffed, crossing my arms across my chest. Niall raised an eyebrow, a small smirk on his face.
"Well with how many people I've seen come and go through that door today... I wouldn't be surprised if you're a player. "
"I take offense to that. I'm not player!" I pouted now, feeling somewhat hurt at his comment.
Is that really what he thought of me? Nothing more than a player?
"You sure? I mean I at least counted twenty people going into that house today..."
"One of them was my mum..."
"I thought one of them looked a little too old for you."
"My mum isn't old."
"I didn't say she was majorly old, just too old to date you."
"I was wrong. You're an asshole."
"Nah, I just speak the truth."
"I didn't realize we were playing the truth game. Is it my turn now?"
"I never said this was a game."
"You dress like a slut."
"You're a slut."
"At least I don't dress like one."
"At least I have higher standards for myself, than to sleep with everyone in the town."
"I haven't slept with everyone."
"Oh really? Who'd you miss? The mayor?"
"If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were jealous."
"Me? Jealous? Of what? The fact you screwed the mayor? No thanks, I'd rather find other
things to be jealous of."
"You wanna know what I think?"
"No, not really."
"Wow, rude. I'm gonna tell you anyways... I think you're jealous of the fact I haven't screwed you yet... I think that secretly, you want me to... You want me to make you scream, don't you Niall Horan?" He paused for a moment, but that moment was long enough for me. He was thinking about it... He was thinking his answer through.
"No, I really wouldn't. Now, if you'll excuse me I have better things to be doing with my life.
This chat was anything but lovely, and I really hope I don't have to do it again. Goodnight Harry, hope you figure out how to fix this... Problem."
"You could help me fix it."
"No."
"C'mon. I know you want to."
"For fucks sake, I don't want anything to do with this. I'm not that kind of person."
"Yet you dress like a slut, logic."
"Fuck off."
"I'd rather fuck you."
"I'm leaving now."
"Okay, I'll see you tomorrow Niall! Try not to dream about me too much." To this he flipped me off, making me shake my head as I chuckled.
"He's so cute." I said, not to anyone in particular really. I was just stating the truth.
Niall Horan was too cute for his own good.
That little slut dresser.
Does that make sense?
Eh, let's just go with it.

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