"Who's this?" She asks with the most fake smile I've ever seen, but Niall's arm has regained it's rightful place around my waist and I feel like I have the upper hand again.


This isn't a competition, Evie. He's your boyfriend already...


"Oh forgive me. This is my girlfriend, Evie." He smiles, beaming at me proudly which makes me feel like a petulant child for all the jealous thoughts I was having a moment ago.


Niall and I have spent the last few months in our own little love bubble.

Having other impeccable women scantily clad and quite literally throwing themselves at him is a huge shock to my system tonight. And a brand new thing for my mind to worry about.


"Oh, I didn't realize you were seeing someone." She says with her ever-present fake smile plastered to her face as an attempt to hide the shock that crosses her features at the word girlfriend. "Nice to meet you. Hailee Steinfield." She's blunt but polite when she introduces herself, extending her hand that I shake in return.


"Nice to meet you as well."


But stay away from my man.



"Niall and I have been friends for years." She explains, smiling back at him as the feeling of vomit rises in my throat again. "I'm surprised he hadn't mentioned you before."


I know she's speaking english but to me it just sounds like a hissing snake. I don't like her one bit.


"Figured you'd seen on Instagram." Niall shrugs, still grinning from ear to ear, while I on the other hand smile as if it causes me physical pain.


I'm over reacting. I know I am. However, having women throw themselves at my boyfriend is one very important thing that Harry could have warned me about in his list this afternoon.


I guess Harry hasn't really experienced this though. Unless those Larry rumors are true...

Snap out of it Evie that's not important right now.


Of course I knew there would be people who attempted to flirt with him, I just didn't expect to become invisible to him when they did. I know he didn't really forget me and I know him neglecting to introduce me was not on purpose. It just didn't expect this.


Niall and I haven't really discussed our feelings about each other spending time with friends of the opposite sex...but for the sake of my mental state, I know this is a conversation we have to have. I just need to tell him what I'm feeling so it doesn't happen in the future.


Part of me feels awful for even feeling jealous or upset or whatever this sick feeling is coursing through my veins every time she looks at him. I know he's not looking to cheat on me. I believe it when he says they're friends. I know he doesn't mean anything by any of this, I'm just jealous because of her and her perky boobs and the way Niall lit up upon the arrival of her and her perky boobs.

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