Twenty Nine.

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Harry's POV

"Harry? What ... what are you doing here?" Niall asks, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he leans in the doorway of his condo.

"I just - I don't really know. I wanted to, like, talk I guess," I mumble, scratching the back of my head. "Do you think I could just come in before Jess shows up somewhere?"

"Yeah, of course man, come on in," he nods, opening the door more so I can step through and shuts it behind me.

I don't exactly know what I'm doing here, all I know is that I'm in a right mood and needed to get out of my apartment. Apparently, I thought it'd be a good idea to come to the building where both my ex's once lived to see Niall. This building doesn't do anything for me except bring back old memories and makes me paranoid that I might run into a face I'd not like to see.

Still, Niall is really the only friend I have who I know that will listen and maybe even give a crap about what I have to say. He is friends with Skylar too after all, so maybe he can help me.

I have to admit that as soon as I figured out it was Zayn who was taking her out tonight I wanted to drive around the city until I found him and smash his head in. I guess he hasn't gotten the hint like I hoped he had. What makes me even more angry is not the fact that Zayn asked Sky to go out, but that she agreed. I knew that if I tried to persuade her to stay in with me she would only want to go more, so I let her.

It seems that when I took two step closer I also moved one step back. I'm nowhere near as close as I want to be with her and I don't know what else to do. I can't just straight up tell her, that would push her even further away from me than she is right now and that's the last thing I want.

Niall's place, or should I say his parent's place, looks similar to Skylar's family's condo. He leads me through the living room and motions for me to sit in an arm chair.

"Want a drink?" He asks, his blue eyes eyeing me suspiciously. "Or are you still not drinking?"

"I'll have a drink, thanks," I mumble, giving him a small smile and he nods.

"Beer okay?"

"Isn't that all you've got anyways?" I chuckle despite the anger building inside me. All Niall drinks is beer, never anything else and he has always been that way.

"Yeah, I suppose it is," he laughs, shaking his head

"So where are you parents?" I call to him.

"Out at some gala, I don't really pay much attention," he shrugs, walking back from the kitchen, handing me two beers and settling down onto the sofa.

"No plans for yourself tonight Horan?"

"Clearly," he laughs, motioning to his grey sweat pants and white T-shirt. "Just me, a beer and apparently you as well now."

I bring a bottle to my lips as he does, the cool liquid slipping effortlessly down my throat, the smooth flavor and small punch from the alcohol. Mostly I used to drink liquor and booze, but I find beer quite refreshing. I take another sip before looking over to Niall who's eyes are on me.

"So, where's Skylar?" He asks, tapping the bottle with his finger.

"I knew you'd ask," I groan, sinking back into the arm chair and taking another swig. "She's out with Malik. I don't know where so don't ask questions."

"Zayn again? I had a feeling those two would hit it off," he says slowly, raising an eyebrow at me before bringing his bottle to his lips.

Fire builds in my chest and I exhale loudly, finishing off my bottle of beer and setting it on the coffee table in front of me before I crush it in my hands. I'm fuming, brooding and pouting right here in front of Niall and I don't even care. "Yeah, its great isn't it?" I snort sarcastically and roll my eyes as I open the second bottle.

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