I Kind Of Hate You Too. (NARRY.)

Chapter 1; Leave, Would Ya?

-(-Harry's P.O.V-(-

..Chapter 1; Leave, Would Ya?..

Zayn looked at Liam like he was a pot of gold. I groaned and shook my head. He was way to obvious. Considering the fact Niall and I were the only ones who noticed Zayn's creepy staring, we looked at each other.

His blue eyes met mine and I cringed. He looked like he did too because he got up and walked away with clenched fist. We didn't even exchange words this time. Maybe we really do hate each other.

I've considered it, if I truly hate him, but I was always taught that hating something or someone was impossible, but Niall changed my entire perspective on the concept.

I looked at Niall. He was on the phone and he looked angry. The vein in his neck was popping out, blue and visible. His face was red and he was gripping his phone as if he was trying to strangle it.

Nail harshly tapped the 'end' button and put the phone in his pocket. "Harry. We have to go." Niall called over to me. I looked at him in confusion. "Well, come on then." He rolled his eyes. I scoffed and got up. I walked out the door a reasonable distance.

I got in the passenger seat of his car while he was already in the drivers seat, starting the engine. "Are you going to tell me where we're going?" I asked. He looked at me and rolled his eyes.

"What the hell do you think I'm going to do? Murder you? Management wants to see us. Only us, apparently." He said. He concentrated in the road. That vein in his neck was still visible and I couldn't look away from it. "What are you staring at?"

"Nothing." I say. My cheeks turning red. I turned my head away from his neck and to the front. "Why were you so angry on the phone, then?"

"Why did you assume I was angry?" He asked. He didn't look at me. Truth is, I didn't know if he was actually angry, he just looked like it. I shrugged in response. "If you must know, I had a tune in my head. They called and I lost it. I didn't get to write it down." He said. "But I don't think you care."

I sat up and looked at him. "Why do think I don't care?" He looked at me and snorted.

"Since when have you cared, Styles?" He looked back to the road. I don't know why, but that hurt. It felt like rejection, but why would I be worried about Niall rejecting me?

"You don't know me, Niall." I said. My eyes narrowed at the blond. He smirked at the road, but I knew it was directed at me.

"Oh," he said glancing at me. "I know you well enough." I looked at him puzzled, but he didn't try to elaborate.

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"We're here. What do you want?" Niall asks Kelsey. The lady who deals with our image. She's not to fond of us, but whatever. She gets paid.

"Boys, please sit." Kelsey says, her brown hair tied back into a tight pony tail. "We've noticed something." She says, chopping her sentence short.

"And?" I ask. She shoots me daggers. "Sorry." I mumble.

"You two don't talk to each other, don't look at each other and when you do, it's of pure hatred. It's clearly noticeable." She says. She looked us each in the eye.

"So? We don't like each other? What you are you going to do about it?" Niall asks. Again, the sting in my heart came back. I bit my lip. I shouldn't feel rejected.

"I'm glad you asked, Mr. Horan." She said smiling. "You two are here now by attached at the hip. You will do everything together. Including, going shopping, hanging out with friends, even going to the toilets. You will room together and if it comes down to it, live together. We can not have this ruin the band." And just like that Kelsey left us alone in the room. I just stared at Niall as he stared back at me.

"Well, what do we do now?" I ask.

"Apparently, whatever we want to do, we'll have to do together." He said, slumping in his chair letting out a puff of air.

Shit.

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"Harry, come on, I have to go pick up a few things from the grocery!" Niall yelled at me. It's only been a day since the whole plan of action had been on play. I groaned. It was getting annoying already. Niall always had I go somewhere.

"I'm coming!" I called back. I threw on my jacket and ran a hand through my curls. I ran down the stairs to see Niall checking his phone and swinging his keys around his finger. He looked up and saw me.

"Ready now, princess?" He asked, quite rudely. I nodded and rolled my eyes. He held the door open for me I smirked and walked out. I hopped into his car. He jumped in and started the engine.

"I'm not a princess, you know?" I ask, looked at him. He snorted.

"Whatever princess."

That bastard.