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      ↳ 𝗱𝗮𝗿𝗹𝗲𝗻𝗲𝘄𝗶𝗻𝘀𝗹𝗲𝘁 well ur annoying
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      ↳ 𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲 OH MT FOD
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𝕳arry knew he was stupid but he clearly underestimated himself when he made that observation.

Waking up feeling like you're either gonna pass out or your head is going to burst in a matter of seconds isn't the ideal feeling for a day you initially thought you'd spend working.

And to top it off, two texts from your ex-girlfriend replying to your embarrassing embarrassing voice messages sent in a clearly inebriated state the previous night makes it even worse.

Five things shock the hell out of him:

One. His drinking capacity from the night before comes as a massive surprise to not only his friends but to him as well because when was the last time he drank so much and actually woke up the next day?

Two. She actually replied to him. Wow.

Three. He actually called her a temptress. Double wow.

Four. She's . . . . not dating Timothée? Has he actually been losing his mind without any reason? No. No, that doesn't sound right.

Five. Her texts still make him laugh. Triple fucking wow.

Showing her texts to a clearly tired Mitch after having spent the night at his and Sarah's shared apartment didn't exactly earn him a "good job, you're back to the talking stage" like he'd expected.

Instead, Mitch had sighed, rubbed his eyes and plopped down on the couch to avoid the desperate mess of a man hovering over him.

"Well?", Harry rubbed the back of his neck.

"No. Just . . . . no. I'm not dealing with this today, my head hurts", he mumbled through a muffled voice since his face was pressed against the couch cushion.

"But —".

"No", a strangled plea to leave him alone.

And so, that is how he found himself ushering a very happy and glowing Niall — he's kind of jealous because his head is still pounding against his skull despite the painkiller and the cold shower he'd taken an hour ago — into his house.

"I ordered pizza".

Niall raises a brow, "So I'm gonna be here for a while then".

"Just . . . . ", Harry scratches at the back of his head, "just sit down", he exhales walking into the kitchen to retrieve the lemon tea he prepared for the two of them.

"Tea's good?", he asks walking into the living room, mentally slapping himself because he'd already poured some for the excited Irishman comfortably lounging on his sofa.

"Yeah, tea's fine. Now spill".

"Huh", Harry stops midway, frowning.

Niall coughs up a laugh.

"I meant the gossip. God, Harry. You're one of a kind".

"Oh", Harry innocently places the tray down and grabs his phone opening Darlene's messages and throwing it on Niall's lap.

Niall picks it up, eyeing the brunet as he takes a seat.

"Listen to those voice messages I sent last night and then read her reply".

"Okay . . . .", he skeptically clicks on the first audio.

Harry immediately cringes hearing his voice, that weird drunken giggle and the second hand embarrassment sweeps over him like a fatal disease washing him with a terrible mixture of pain and frustration.

Pain because, hearing himself say all those things with his voice cracking just the tiniest bit is heartbreak in itself.

And frustration because, she'd replied and he didn't have anything to say.

She had actually reached out to him, even if it was to subtly remind him that he's a classic dumbass, and he hadn't texted her a word in response.

What is he expected to say anyway? 'I'm sorry?' 'I know I'm stupid?' 'Thanks for not dating Timothée'????

It's all so complicated and his headache only escalates when he tries to make sense of it.

"Woah. Wo-ah. Huh", Niall stares at the screen just as the last of the messages come to an end and he carefully reads over Darlene's replies.

He glances up to find Harry staring at him anxiously with his teacup held mid-air.

"That was . . . . quite something".

"I'm fucked, aren't I?", Harry groans settling back.

Niall laughs, scrunching up his nose.

"Well . . . .".

"Oh god. It's that bad?", Harry's eyes widen.

"Not really. It's just that . . . . you literally poured your heart out to your ex and all she did was text back with sarcasm. Is that good? I mean, I don't know her so it could be".

Harry inhales, "It's . . . . actually pretty normal when it comes to her. I think it'd be concerning if she hadn't been sarcastic".

Niall nods reaching over for his tea.

"Okay", he sips the fragrant liquid, "I think the main question here is; are you gonna text her back?".

For that one, he doesn't even need to think.

"What would I even say though? I don't have anything to say".

Niall tilts his head, considering him.

"You sure had a lot to say last night".

"I was drunk, Niall. I was drunk and hurting and it was her birthday and I thought she was spending it with Timothée and—I don't—I can't—I'm busy, okay? I can't let myself get distracted and then ruin everything. I still have a lot to do, y'know with the album and all", his words turn into a low mumble.

Niall, who is still looking at him as if he is an object of observation something of an experiment, pulls out his phone.

He scrolls through it, typing for a second or two and then . . . . "Huh".

"What?".

"She's following me. On Instagram. Huh".

"That's a surprise to you?", Harry asks, baffled.

Niall waves him off, scrolling through Darlene's instagram account.

"I've seen some of her videos, you know. She's actually really fun. I like her".

The former perks up a brow.

"You like her?".

"Yeah", he shrugs, "she got you all giddy and embarrassed so there must be something to like, right?".

Harry purses his lips.

"There's a lot, actually".

Niall grins.

"Figured".

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darlene's collecting the oned boys like infinity stones 🤯😼🤪☺️😍
also this chapter's title??? one, two, three . . . . CLICKBAIT <333