a.n. I feel like doing a quote before each chapter now, sometimes it might not even be related to the chapter, just song quotes I like or listening to. same with the photo, but if it is related, you'll know after you read the chapter. I mean you could make a connection if you wanted to but yeah just lettin you know.

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"He was so rude, so rude, mother," Niall sighed across the line, watching the stars and silently cursing at them in his head.

"Well I say the boy has no idea what a great person you are."

"But ma, what if i am crazy, what if I am crazy? What if, what if, this is all in my head? What if he was right, right, right?" Niall closed his eyes and played with a frayed piece of string off a pillow (which bothered him very much).

"Why do you care so much about what this boy thinks?" Maura knew Niall wasn't crazy, he was completely normal other than his OCD, and he is very sweet and sensitive.

"I don't know, ma, I don't know, ma. I just, I just," Niall takes a deep breath, "I just felt like I should care."

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"Yo, Se.x on the Beach," one of the girls giggles from across the bar.

Harry groans as he shakes up a batch of Se.x on the Beach, ignoring the flirtatious comment.

"He's got a cute bum," another girl added in. Harry finishes the drink and sets it on the counter.

"You know, I could have Se.x on the Beach anytime, only if you're the one to make it happen," the red headed winked before gulping down the drink, slamming down into the counter whilst Harry watched. Harry just grimaces and goes on back to his duties.

"Harold! Yer usually so kind to the lass', what has happened tonight?" A usual costumer, David, spoke as he leaves over the bar, drunk as a skunk, and almost falling onto the other side.

Harry just ignores him, attending to the glasses the other bartender forgot about. Disgusting.

"Ah, I see. A girl, aye mate? Did she break your tinsy 'ittle heart? Poor Haryold," David hiccups before laughing, setting his head onto the counter. He lifts up his head, looking Harry directly in the eyes before saying, "I bet yer she was a fine lass, especially if she broke the dear old Harold's hearty heart," David rambles on, "hearty heart," he snorts before almost falling out of his chair. "dis chair keeps a movin'"

"That's just you, David," Harry shakes his head before attending to the next costumer, not thinking about a girl, but about a blonde lad.

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Niall sits on the same bench in the park. He was slumped, not being able to sleep after the talk with his mother. His eyes dropped but the cold nipped at his skin, not making it easy to sleep out here.

Niall eventually did drift to sleep, his head resting on the back of the bench.

After Harry's shift at the bar, he walks home. It's late in the night or early in the morning, how ever you would like to call it.

He looks over at the park, so sinfully quiet, not even a bird chirped on this crisp night.

But he stopped once he saw a ball of hair on a bench. He began to walk over, looking left and right before crossing the road, watching as he got closer and closer, the body was shivering. Harry jogged as he thought may be it was a teenager left out in the cold.

Niall was awoken by a slight shake of his shoulders. His hands felt numb and his face felt like ice. He looked up and saw the boy he was thinking of earlier. Although he shouldn't be, he was an ignorant boy after all.

"D-did you c-change, change your shirt?" Niall asked, looking over his shirt.

Harry almost cracked a smile but decided against it, instead groaning and asking, "why are you out here so late?"

"Mmm, couldn't get to sleep, get to sleep," Niall closed his eyes before he opens them again when Harry shakes him.

"Come on, you gotta get up and go home," Harry takes Niall's hands in his and pulls him to a standing position. Harry tries to let go but Niall clings to his hands.

"You can let go," Harry says, Niall's hands beginning to make his cold.

"But yours, yours are so, so warm," Niall takes Harry's hands up to his face, enjoying the warmth whilst it last.

Harry just stands there before snapping out of it and pulling his hands away and shoving them in his pockets.

"Let's go," Harry demand, breathing out and allowing Niall to take the path.

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