Mentally stretching, my mind wakes up well before my body does. I lay there for a moment forgetting where I am, so I let my senses do the hard work that my brain refuses to do at the moment. The sheets underneath me are soft, softer than any that I’ve ever owned. They feel amazing against my skin and it’s at this point that I remember I’m naked and why I am naked and suddenly I know exactly where I am. I can feel the flush cover my skin as the thoughts of the night before drift lazily through my brain. I let the sounds of the room fill me, trying to temper the heat rising all around me, but the only thing I can hear other than my own breathing is the gentle sounds of the man sleeping next to me and it does nothing to cool me down. I take a deep breath and the smell of his room attaches itself to my chest making it clench. The air all around me smells of him, his essence and it’s something I could never tire of, honestly. A smell that is really just a simple mixture of aftershave, sweat and him, just him. My body starts to catch up to my mind and my eyes slowly open. The light filtering into the room through the curtains is faint and barely gives me enough to see around the room and really take a look. Just like the rest of his house, his walls are covered with mementos, but these seem to be of a more personal nature. I can say that each of these things was chosen with purpose by him to fill his space with remembrances of specific times in his life and it makes my heart clench a little tighter.

I feel him stir slightly beside me and I roll over so that I can watch him for a moment while he sleeps.

Is that creepy?

It probably is but I’m going to take full advantage of the fact that I am finally in a bed with this man after an entire nights rest.

He’s sprawled across the bed next to me, one arm draped above his head and the other resting across his chest. The sheet had slipped down his torso in his movements and now all I can focus on is the rising and falling of his chest. Even though I’ve touched him so many times before, my fingers are itching to do just that. Laying here in his bed with him sleeping softly next to me feels so different from every other time. I’m a little afraid to move because this all might be just a dream and I don’t want to be brutally awakened from it just yet.

My eyes dart over the lines of his face, taking in every inch of his profile and I sigh inwardly. It doesn’t matter how many times I see Niall I am still blown away by him. I love it, but I also kind of hate it. He has this hold over me that no other man has ever had in my entire life. If I was honest with myself, I’d admit that given the chance I’d choose to wake up every day next to this man. The moment I think it my breath catches in my throat and I close my eyes.

No. I am not going there.

Not right now.

I can’t.

I open my eyes once more and stare over at this man, this man that has completely taken over my brain and somehow my life. I glance at the scruffy hair on his chest and the fingers on my hand twitch wanting nothing more than to slide through it and play with it. I lay there for only a few minutes more before my need gets the better of me. You see, while my eyes have been slowly perusing Niall’s body my mind has been thinking about the best way to wake him up and I think I’ve finally come up with a wonderful plan. I glance down at where the sheet sits a little above where the v in his abdomen begins and my mouth actually waters from thinking about what lies just underneath that soft piece of cotton. I slowly dip my fingers under the sheet, trying my best not to tickle him as I move across his belly and down into the coarse curls that rest above what I’m most looking forward to the morning. I wrap my fingers delicately around his semi hard length and still immediately when he shifts slightly.

I want him to wake up, but not until I’ve got him hard and in my mouth.

I move myself under the sheet and crawl cautiously between his legs. Carefully wrapping my
hand tighter around him, I give his still partially soft length a wet kiss. I smile as I watch it slowly engorge. I stroke him once or twice and watch his head turn a pretty shade of pink, his skin slipping easily off, exposing it to my mouth. I lick my lips and drop a juicy wet kiss right on his tip, making sure I give it a little flick with the tip of my tongue when I pull away. I try not to giggle when I hear a soft, sleepy moan come from the man above me. I cover the velvety skin with wet kisses, making him nice and slick. Sliding my hand experimentally a few times and giving him a little squeeze just beforehand, I finally drop my mouth down and around him, taking him in as far as he can comfortably go. He twitches against my tongue and I watch as his belly caves in with a gasp and the sheet is yanked off of my head. I pop him out of my mouth with a sly grin, catching Niall’s sleepy gaze.

“Morning,” I say as I continue to stroke and lick him gently.

He drops the sheet and runs a hand through his hair, “Jesus Christ, Harps, I thought I was just having the best fucking dream of my life.”

I kiss him once more and grin, “Nope. Not a dream.”

He lets out a small chuckle, “I can see that.”

I act as if I might take my hand away and pretend to sit up slightly, offering to stop if he wants, but knowing full well, there’s no way in hell I’m stopping anything.

He grins down at me and eyes my hand as it moves up and down his shaft slowly, “Oh, no, please,” He nods his chin at me before propping both arms behind his head. “Go right on ahead. I wouldn’t want to keep you from breakfast.”

Even only minutes after he’s woken up, he’s still a cocky little shit, but the fact that that grin makes me wet cancels out the annoyance I might have felt. As I lick up one side and down the other, I can’t explain to you how much I enjoy doing this to him. I quite literally have him in the palm of my hand and it feels amazing. The way his body moves with each touch of my tongue and the sounds of his breathing increasing only make me want to do it again and again and again. I have him deep inside my mouth when I feel his fingers curl into my hair. He doesn’t push me or direct me just wants to touch me while I make him feel this good and it makes my heart race. I love the feeling of him throbbing against my tongue. The look on his face when I lock eyes with him as I trace over his veins and down his shaft is enough to make my body feel like it’s on fire.

No one else has ever made me feel this way.

I glance up at him when he takes his hand away from my head and I watch as he makes himself more comfortable on the bed.

His voice comes out slightly strained when he speaks, “It’s been a good bit since I’ve woken up to this kind of treatment. Can’t say I mind it.”

I give him a small murmur of agreement and take a moment and rest my jaw, peppering the taut skin with kisses and licks while he continues.

“Did ya wake up this morning and realize ya just wanted more and couldn’t wait until I’d properly woken up? Is that what happened, sunshine?”

I try to ignore his ridiculously smug tone and go back to what I was previously really enjoying. I fill my mouth with him, bobbing my head up and down and keeping my fist synced with my movements. Niall groans out loud when his tip touches the back of my throat and I let him go even deeper for a moment.

I feel the telltale twitch of him on my tongue and I’m feeling pretty good about my job so far when he opens his mouth again.

“Is that all you got, Harper? I thought you could do better…” I pull him from my mouth, a line of spit still connecting us before I wipe it away with the back of my hand. I raise my brows at him in a challenge and give him a sly look while my hand continues to play. He just keeps talking, looking down at me with that shit eating grin plastered on his face and his hands tucked behind his head like he’s got all the time in the world. “You like the taste of my cock, don’t ya, Harps? Just couldn’t wait to get in yer mouth, could ya?”

Such a cocky asshole, but fuck if I don’t feel myself get even wetter at his words. Fuck me and my body’s love of this man. But two can play at the cocky game.

I go back to his still slick cock with every intention of making him choke on his words.

I slather him with sloppy wet kisses, hitting the spot right below his head and tonguing it. I’m rewarded with the sound of Niall taking in a quick breath and cursing softly. I smile to myself because this is exactly what I want. I want him to come and to come fast. I drag my mouth over the sensitive flesh and tuck him quickly into my mouth. I hollow out my cheeks, sucking him in and pump my hand quickly.

A few more choice words fall from Niall’s lips as I bring him closer to the edge, “Fuck, sunshine, yer mouth…Jesus…”

I hum in the back of my throat, sending vibrations down his length and he groans again. I feel his balls tighten and I know that he’s going to come soon so I pull him completely out of my mouth, take my hand away and sit back on my heels, looking at him with a self-satisfied look.

He opens his eyes the moment my mouth disappears and looks up at me with confusion.

“Christ, Harps, what are ya doin’? I was about to come.”

I shrug. “I know, but I decided since I must love the taste of your cock so much that it’s too soon for all if that.” I wrap my hand around him again and squeeze gently and watch as his stomach tightens. “Maybe I’ll let you in a minute…” I bend, flattening my tongue and lick a wide strip from base to tip. “But then again, maybe not…”

Niall drops his head back to the pillows and rakes his hands through his hair. “Fucking hell, I should’ve never opened my goddamn mouth.”

I grin and wink at him. “One day you’ll learn that we are both pretty good at this game, but until then I’ll just have to keep teaching you.”

Without warning I drop my mouth down around him once more and his hips lift off the bed. A strained, ‘Fuck,’ falls from his lips and I quickly bring him to the edge again, only to release him just before he gets the chance to fall over it. He growls deep in his chest, but is silenced when I wrap my lips around his head and suck lightly, swirling my tongue in circles over the sensitive tip. I fist his length tenderly at first, but then tighten my grip as I pump my fist up and down, giving my wrist a small twist each time. My mouth moves in time with the motions of my hand. I use my other hand to cradle his balls and give them a soft tug. I’m thrilled when I see his stomach clench and hear him curse again. I am tempted to let him come this time, but I think he needs one more little lesson so just as I feel him start tense again with his oncoming orgasm, I pull away completely.

His hands fist the sheet next to him and he grumbles, “Fucking hell, Harper. Are you gonna let me come or not?”

I lick my lips and give him a small smile, “Say please.”

He groans again, but it quickly turns into a moan when I wrap my slender fingers around his base and start to pump my hand slowly, building him up again.

His voice is a growl when he finally concedes to my request, “Jesus Christ, please…fucking please…”

I drag my flattened tongue from base to tip and smile up at him, my mouth hovering above his pulsing head. “Such a good boy.”

I fill my mouth with him, slathering him with saliva and making him slick once more. I take him as deep as I can and he taps the back of my throat, making it constrict around him. I can feel how tense he is and I know he’s ready to burst so I wrap my hand around his base and place my thumb into the bit of flesh just behind his balls and deep throat him once more. Niall’s hand presses to the back of my head, fingers entwined in my hair and I know that he’s about to come. I press my thumb into his flesh and that small bit of pressure is all it takes to send him falling over the edge in a stream of mumbled words and flying curses. I swallow down every last drop he gives me and lick him clean before sitting back on my calves and eyeing him, my hand still wrapped around his base.

I smile slyly, “Good morning…”

He actually scowls at me. “Mmmhmm.”

His pretend annoyance makes me laugh and I bend forward once more and press a kiss to his still pink head. I smile widely when he jerks a little with sensitivity. I crawl my way up his body and one look at his face tells me just how much he enjoyed my little wake up call.

He presses a kiss to my lips and it does nothing but fan the flames that I feel like are licking my entire body. His big hand rubs down my bare back and it makes me press myself closer to him, nuzzling him like a cat. He hums quietly deep in his chest and it spreads a feeling of warmth through my own. He kisses me again before slowly shifting from underneath me and standing.

Walking naked across the room, he pulls a fresh pair of boxers from a drawer in his dresser and puts them on before walking back over to the bed. I sit up, holding the sheet to my chest, wondering what he’s doing.

The bed indents when he leans down, pressing his weight into the mattress to level his face with mine. “Don’t think there won’t be payback for that little stunt you just pulled. I think I’m going to enjoy not letting you come a few times.” I scowl at his words and he laughs out. “Oh, don’t give me that face. You gotta take what you dish out, sunshine” He kisses me once more and raises up. “I’m gonna go make us some breakfast.” I start to get out of bed to help, but he puts a hand on my shoulder, stopping me. “No, you stay. Rest. You earned it.” He smirks at me and heat blooms in my chest again. “You worked hard this morning.”

The moment he walks out of the room, I burst into a fit of giggles. I grab his pillow and pull it over my face, inhaling deeply and wishing that I could keep this smell with me forever. Clutching the pillow to my chest, I lay back on the bed. I can’t believe that this is my life right now. I can’t fucking believe it. Maybe things are finally starting to change. Maybe Niall is going to want to have something real with me because this right here feels so real. I pull the sheets up around my face and just lay there for a moment or two until noises from the rest of the house start to filter into the bedroom. I sit up and listen closely. I can hear the sounds of pots and pans being moved around and singing. That’s definitely singing. I smile widely. Niall is singing to himself. I climb out of bed and pick up his dress shirt from last night off the floor. I throw it on and button it partially up as I walk out of the room and follow the sounds of Niall’s voice. I’m only slightly distracted as I pass through his house. Glancing around at the many things hanging from his walls, I am blown away again by him. Awards lines his shelves, framed platinum records hang from the walls and I am amazed to say the least.

I continue to follow the sounds of Niall moving around his kitchen and finally find him. He’s dancing around his kitchen in just his boxers. I lean against the wall and cross my arms over my chest, watching him. He looks adorable, shaking his little butt and singing along to the music in his head. He floats from countertop to countertop lost in his own little world. It looks as if he’s already made a pot of coffee and now he’s starting on food because he pulls a carton of eggs from the fridge and then he looks up and sees me.

He visibly starts, surprised by my sudden appearance. “Shit, Harps, ya scared me.” I walk further into the room, smiling when he sets the eggs down and steps towards me. “Didn’t anyone tell you it’s not nice to sneak up on people?”

He wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me close to him. My hands rest on his chest as I look up into his grinning face. “I’m not sorry that I caught you singing and waltzing around your kitchen in your undies. So you can forget about an apology for that.”

He chuckles, kissing my forehead and taking a step back from me to look over my makeshift outfit. His eyebrow flick up and he tugs at the hem of the shirt that barely skims my thighs. “Wow, sunshine, you are a sight in my shirt.” He backs me up to the counter and easily lifts me onto to it, resting between my legs, fingers creeping under the fabric. “Too bad I’ m already making breakfast because you look good enough to eat.” He nudges his lips to mine and his tongue brushing over them, but he doesn’t kiss me, only teases me with the hint of it. Pulling away and turning back to his stove, he glances back at me over his shoulder. “So, how do you like your eggs?”

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I’m sitting in Niall’s passenger seat as he drives me home, his hand rests on my thigh, his thumb rubbing circles on my skin and I feel completely contented with life. This morning he made breakfast and sat across from me at his table, me in his dirty dress shirt and him in nothing but boxers. We laughed and talked. It was lovely. I don’t know how else to describe it. It was so simple and so normal and so exactly what I’ve wanted with Niall.

It was real. Just us. No games. It was easy. No one could deny the dynamic that we had between us. We were a giant ball of energy, attraction, and lust that just continually feeds off itself. There were times when it felt as if we could burst into flames just from the heat rushing back and forth between us. Our flamed burned white hot when we were together.

Did he feel it too?

I shiver in my seat just thinking back to the activities that occurred after breakfast this morning. Niall mistakes my chills as me being cold and without even a glance or question, he just reaches up and turns the air down, placing his hand back on my thigh, resuming his subtle caresses.

This.

This is what it is supposed to be like for us.

It doesn’t have to be hard or difficult. I wonder if he can see that? Does he know just how great we would be together? Can he see how well we would work if he would just give us a chance to be something more? After last night, I think we could be something great.

Niall pulls to a stop in front of my building and throws his car in park. His hand stays on my leg as he glances over at me with a soft smile on his face. “Ya want me to walk ya up?”

I shake my head gently, blushing down at my lap. “No, it’s okay.”

His hand leaves my lap and I feel his fingers tuck under my chin. “Probably better that I don’t because I have shit I have to do today and when ya blush like that, it just makes me want to take ya upstairs and make your whole body blush.” I clamp my lips between my teeth trying not to grin like an idiot but he can see my struggle and he smiles, shaking his head ruefully. “The things ya do to me, Harps.”

Niall uses the fingers beneath my chin to pull my body forward and closer to him. Meeting me halfway, he presses his smooth and warm lips on mine. The kiss is gentle and soft as he takes his time, letting his tongue slide over my half open lips and slipping inside. He deepens the kiss, his fingers shifting from my chin and into my hair. My body moves forward wanting to be closer to him and a sigh escapes me, floating from my lungs and straight into his. I can feel his mouth turn up in a smile and he pecks my lips softly as he begins to pull away. He stays close to me though, resting his forehead on mine and staring into my eyes but he stays silent. The air in the car around us changes, as if it is charged with the feelings pulsing between us. Finally, he smiles, one that looks like he’s just made a decision that I don’t know anything about and he kisses me quickly one last time. He climbs out of the car and walks around to my side opening the door for me to climb out, even offering me a hand as I slide from the front seat. He shuts my door and leans back against it, his hands shoved into his front pockets, watching me. The street is surprisingly empty for the time of day, almost as if fate was trying to help us out. I stand for a moment in front of him before I smile and shake my head. With a quiet giggle, I turn to walk towards the door but I feel his fingers wrap around my wrist and pull me back to him. He crushes my lips with a kiss that is fiery and steals my breath. My legs feel weak when he releases me, his fingers unwrapping from my slender wrist.

“I’ll call ya later, sunshine, yeah?” He asks me and I answer with a simple nod, not trusting myself to say more. He grins and winks at me then pushes himself off the car and heads to the other side, climbing in with deliberate movements that keep me watching him.

I fight to pull my gaze from his magnetic form and turn to make my way into the building. My whole body feels light like I could very well float away if the wind blew hard enough.

I know what it is.

I know why I want to drift away on a cloud.

I am high on Niall.

---

I wish I could say that I spent that night with Niall too. That he called me and came over and it was just as wonderful as I thought it could be. I’d love to be able to say that. Really to say anything other than what actually happened.

Niall didn’t call. Not once. And now it’s been two days since that night. Two days and I feel like an idiot. Again. I envy people who don’t have to think about shit like this all the time. Life must be so much simpler when you aren’t yearning after an asshole. I went through my day at work only a little better than a zombie. Even Jamie noticed something was up because he came by my desk to ask if I was feeling okay. The sincerity in his voice made my heart ache a little for not being able to choose him. He was this perfectly sweet guy who I had chemistry with but I couldn’t get the blonde shithead out of my mind long enough to let anything happen between the two of us. Now I was even more caught up in this tangled web that I knew there wasn’t a chance in hell I could do it now. I am too far gone.

I trudged through my day and finally went home to an empty apartment. Now I’m sitting on the couch trying to decide how best I want to ignore my silent phone.

Ice cream or alcohol?

Or maybe both?

My phone rings next to me and my heart leaps. I grab it and look at the screen only to have my excitement fall like a rock in my stomach. It’s only Lily.

“Hello?” I answer glumly as I stand from the couch, finally deciding that both alcohol and ice cream were the way to go.

“Where have you been? Did you fall off the face of the planet these last two days?” Her voice is slightly shrill as she berates me with questions. “I know you aren’t with Niall because I just saw pictures of him from last night being papped at some club downtown.” That news hits me like a fucking train straight to the chest. I must’ve made some strangled noise because Lily’s shrillness turns immediately into concern. “Harper? Are you okay? What’s wrong?”

I take a deep breath and push down the taste of bile that has crept into my throat. “Nothing really. I just haven’t heard from Niall in a couple of days. I could use some cheering up.” An idea strikes me and I don’t give myself a chance to change my mind. “Hey! You wanna come over? Have a girls night with me? I could really use it.”

As if she was reading my mind, she says, “Babe, I’m already on my way!”

Fifteen minutes later and she waltzes through my door carrying a bottle of wine and a bag of what I think might be my favorite treat.

“Are those chocolate croissants?” I ask as I rush over to her and snatch the bag from her hand.
She gives me a look that asks what-else-would-they-be and rolls her eyes. “Duh and they are from our favorite place.” She waggles her brows at me a bit.

My eyes light up and I excitedly ask, “Le Petite?”

“The one and only.” I follow her into my kitchen where she busies herself pouring us glasses of wine and dishing out the still warm croissants from the bag. She parks herself on a stool and motions for me to sit across from her. Handing me my glass, then sliding my plate over, she waits. I immediately take a bite of the sweet, gooey treat and savor the deliciousness. I wipe a bit of chocolate from the corner of my mouth and glance up at Lily, who is smiling, humored by my intensity for this dessert. “Now you’ve had your bite. Spill it. Tell me everything.”

I set the flaky pastry back down and take a deep breath, wondering where on earth to begin. As I start to talk, telling her about how I was surprised when we didn’t go back to my place after the awards show, I can feel my soul get lighter and lighter with each new thing I describe. “We barely made it in his front door. I didn’t know how to feel. I was a mess I think.”

She looks suspiciously for a moment at my dreamy face before smiling to ease my anxiety.

“You were just excited. That was the first time you had been there wasn’t it? Did he tell you he was taking you back to his place beforehand?”

“No! It was a complete surprise. We started driving and he told me how he’d wanted to kiss me all night long. I told him that there wasn’t anything stopping him now and just as I thought he was going to do exactly that he told the driver that there was a change of plans and to take us back to his place.” Lily’s jaw is slightly open and I laugh. “I know. It hit me like that too. He even tried to play it off when I pointed out I’d never been there before. He kind of steamrolled right over it.”

She nods sagely like that’s completely understandable and motions for me to keep going.
“His house was so normal. I think that was the weirdest part. Not that I was expecting it to be this super eccentric place because, well, he’s Niall. He’s not really the eccentric type. But other than the awards on his shelves and the platinum albums on the walls you would’ve never guessed that a freaking multimillionaire pop star lived there.”

Lily takes a sip of wine and smiles. “I like that. That makes me like him a little bit more. Keep going. I know there’s more to this story than just this bit on interior design.”

I sigh, “Like I said we barely made it in the front door. He told me I was incredible. Fucking incredible were his exact words, I believe.” I pause for a moment. “How much detail do you want from this story? Is this complete over-share or gloss over territory.”

She tilts her head to the side thinking for a moment. “I think you better give me some details. I mean, I don’t want you telling me about the veins in his dick or what his cum tastes like, but a few juicy details won’t hurt.”

I almost spit out my wine when I hear her say cum and as soon as I stop giggling, I answer her, “Got it. No dick descriptions and no cum. I can do that.” I take another quick bite of the still warm croissant and think back to everything that happened, trying to decide what to say. “Everything was so different there. It’s hard to explain really. He took me right there in his entryway with only his fingers. That was when he told me I was incredible. Then, once he got me back to his bedroom, he started to undress and I must have been drunk on my orgasm because I started to tell him all the things that I liked about him. But I’m pretty sure I said love.” I face palm from embarrassment when I think back of how enamored I must’ve sounded to him. “I told him I loved his chest hair and the way he was when he was tickled. I told him that I loved how his muscles felt when he moved on top of me. Fuck. I even told him I loved how it felt when he filled me. I can’t believe I said all of that. But it was like I finally felt like I could say it. He undressed me, taking his time and it was like he was really looking at me. Like before I hadn’t been real, but now that I was there in his bedroom suddenly I was. He laid me down, he kissed me, and then he told me I was beautiful. He looked at me like I’d never seen him do and called me beautiful.” I start to fidget with my wine glass. “Everything was perfect. The next day he woke up.” I laugh. “Well, actually I woke him up and he got up and made me breakfast. He dropped me off at home here and kissed me goodbye and said he’d call. That was two days ago and I haven’t heard a single word from him.” I look up at her finally finished and feeling slightly exasperated and a little depressed.

She sighs and pats my hand like I’m a child, “Harper, two days isn’t that long. He’s a busy guy. I’d give him a break.”

I huff. “I know and I keep trying to tell myself that, but it all felt so good. I thought it was going to be different. After that night and the next morning I couldn’t help it. It felt so perfect. So right. So easy.”

I look back up at Lily getting ready to keep ranting, but I hear my phone buzz and without even a second thought I jump off my stool and grab it. It’s a text and it’s from Niall.

'Sunshine, I miss you.’

Another one pops up just as I finish the first.

'I’ve been busy but I was thinking about you. Can I come over later?’

A smile rips across my face and I know I am beaming. He misses me. I feel like the sun is shining straight through me. I feel like if I tried I could probably fly. When I finally look up, Lily is leaning against the wall, watching me with a surprised look written all over her face.

“I don’t fucking believe it.”

My face registers the confusion I feel at her words. “What?”

She walks towards me, blinking slightly, a scowl starting to form. “I can’t fucking believe that you actually did it.”

I huff and flatten my mouth into an irritated line. “Did what, Lily?”

She shakes her head, staring at me. “You fell in love with the asshole.”

My mouth drops open and I am almost offended. “I did not!”

She laughs at my objection. “You are so in love with him it’s not even funny. You should have seen your face the moment he texted you. You lit up like a fucking little kid on Christmas.”

My face puckers as I look at her, confused by the way her accusation is making me feel. I want nothing more than to tell her that what she is saying is absolutely ludicrous, but I can’t find it in my heart to say the words because deep down I know she’s right. I let myself drop to the couch and my shoulders slump. “No. No! I am not. I will not.” I pause. “Great, now I sound like a fucking Dr. Seuss book.” I mock myself in a childish sing song voice. “I will not love him here or there. I will not love him anywhere.”

Lily chuckles beside me. “I don’t think you’ve got much choice in the matter now.”

“Well, fuck me. This is fucking fantastic. I fell in love with the most unavailable twat in all of England.” I let out a sigh, turning to my best friend. A semi sad laugh falls from my lips. “How the hell did this happen?”

She gives me a soft smile and pats my shoulder consolingly, shrugging at my question.

“Incredibly bad luck?”

I chuckle again and look down at my phone as another text from Niall pops up.

'I’m on my way over. See you in a few.’

I hold up the phone and show her and she laughs as I shake my head.

“Fucking luck of the Irish.”

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