Chapter Twenty Six.

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Niall Horan_______________

"Hey- uhm what is he doing here?"
Hannah asks twenty minutes later.

"Oh well uhm, we made up and I'm gonna go to his house so we can makeup for Saturday night." She picks at her nails and turns to me. "Stay here I'll be back."

I nodd and she skips off to her room. I look back to Hannah to find her staring at me.

"Uhm do you have a staring problem?" I ask.

"Nope, you're my only problem." She crosses her arms.

"Good to know." I shrug pulling out a chair at their table.

"I can't believe she forgave you." She got up breaking away from her boyfriends grip.

"Hannah," her boyfriend with gelled spiky hair warns. "Uhm, I gotta pee." He got up and leaves to go to the bathroom when Hannah doesn't listen to him.

"You're such a scum, she's so naïve. Ugh you get on my nerves!"

"You're just butt hurt because you applied the charity case thing to you as well."

"I don't like you!"

"Well you seem to like my money. Kamryn told me about how you freaked out about the shoes. You jealous?" I smirk.

"I really hate you."

"The feeling is mutual."
We start bickering like cats and dogs until Max pulls Hannah away and I'm pushed back by Kamryn.

"What are you guys doing?" Kamryn crosses her arms.

"She started it!"
"He started it!"
We said, pointing to each other simultaneously.

"I did not!" I spat.
"You're presence threatens me!" She replied.
"Oh really, you're the one who beat me with a bouquet of roses." I raised my brows.

"Wait you hit him with roses?" Kamryn raises her eyebrows at Hannah, quite amazed.

"I don't regret it."
"You-"

"STOP IT!" Shark boy's deep voice booms. "Hannah you're acting five."

"Niall you're not doing much better."
Kamryn squeezes bicep.
"Come on let's go and Hannah we're not done with this conversation."

Kamryn says and we leave.
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"So what are we doing?" I throw my keys on the little table beside my door.

"You said you would fix dinner." She shyly smiles.

"Ugh, I thought you would've forgot about that." I sarcastically express.

"Nope." She smiles.

"Alright what do you want?" I question walking over to my kitchen with her quit steps behind me.

"What can you fix?"

"Chicken stir fry, Mashed potato cheese balls, Creamy Asiago, mini pizzas, tacos, lasagna roll ups, soup with grilled cheese, crispy cheese and bacon potatoes."

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