The next day, Niall is eating his Lucky Charms when his phone begins to vibrate.

"Hello?" Hello, hello, hello, hello, Niall repeats in his head.

"Niall! Why didn't you answer my phone call last night! I was worried sick that something happened to you," his mother yells into the phone.

"Sorry, ma, sorry ma, I forgot, forgot," Niall feels guilty about forgetting to call his mother, it's just after seeing that star, he felt like he didn't need to.

Mauria sighs, "it's alright dear, just text me the next time you don't feel like calling so I know you're okay."

Niall nods and replies, "I will, ma, I will. I love you, I love you, I love you."

"I love you more, Ni. I gotta go to work, baby. Call me later, no texting tonight, alright?"

"Okay, okay, bye ma," they finally hang up, Niall putting his phone away and cleaning up his breakfast whilst Mauria goes to her day job.

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"I'll give you the money by Friday, Mr. Jones, I promise, I just need a little more time," Harry pleads to the old man at his front door.

Mr. Jones shakes his head, "Styles, if I don't get that money by then, you better pack your stuff."

"Thank you, thank you, I promise I will," Harry smiles with relief, closing his door once Mr. Jones walks down the hallway grumbling.

But that smile turns into a frown once he sees the bills piled onto his kitchen table.

After Harry counts how much money he needs, he dresses in his work uniform, heading off.

He takes peoples orders, walking in and out of the kitchen, serving food and getting decent tips before a shrill voice interrupts.

"Harry! I'm gonna need you to do dish work for the rest of your shift, it turns out Devan isn't comin' in today," Hayden, the manager of the resturant, yells.

Harry sighs, but none the less, takes duty at the sink.

Once his shift is finished, his hands are pruned and his feet ache.

"See you tomorrow, Harry," Britanny brushes her shoulder against Harrys as he walks out of the kitchen.

Harry just rolls his eyes, too tired to make a comment, and walks out of work whilst wishing he didn't have to see Britanny tomorrow.

The sun starts to set, Harry walking into a cafe and ordering black coffee with milk, hoping that will wake him up for his night job.

He slowly walks to the bar he works at, dreading the long night of standing again and having to serve more people. But, his trip takes a little bump when he knocks into a short blonde boy.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Niall repeated out loud to the stranger he knocked into, making the cup of coffee he was holding spill onto his black shirt. A darkened patch appears on the fabric, right above his stomach. He looks up at the stranger, meeting a color of vibrant green and ebony curls.

"Uhm, it's alright. No worries." Harry smiled, a little confused of the boys repeating. One simple 'I'm sorry' would have enticed him.

"I ruined your shirt, your shirt, your shirt." Niall cringed at the sight. He hated when things are unclean, he hated when things are a mess, such as the man's shirt. He wanted everything in the world to be perfectly clean. But that can't happen.

Harry smiled softly at the blonde headed boy, ignoring his repeating comments but focusing on how concerned he was. Usually people would say 'sorry' if they bumped into him then walk away quickly, for Harry has multiple tattoos and piercings that make him look intimidating. Honestly, Harry doesn't think he's that mean. Sure, he can get aggressive, but he's not always like that.

"I swear, it's alright. A cycle through the washing machine and it will be as good as new." Harry looked down at his shirt, wiping at the stain with his fingers.

Niall was getting antsy with the strangers shirt, wanting to wash the stain out right then and now.

"Take off your shirt, take off your shirt, take off your shirt."

"What?" Harry couldn't help but have the look of confusion written on his face. Why would I take my shirt off for a stranger? Harry thought. "Are you crazy?"

Niall blinked, forgeting about the shirt for a few seconds, whilst he thought about a response. Niall absolutely hated the word crazy. People always thought of him as weird but very few thought he was crazy. Instead of wanting the stranger to take off his shirt, he wanted the stranger to, dare he say, go to he.ll.

"You ignorant jerk, I am not crazy, I have OCD," ignorant jerk, ignorant jerk, not crazy, not, not crazy, OCD, OCD, OCD. Nialls face was bright red from anger and from concentrating on not repeating his words.

"Oh, sure you do, buddy," Harrys voice was laced with sarcasm, sarcasm Niall didn't pick up. "Do you want me to apologize, OCD boy?"

"My name is Niall, Niall," Niall resisted the urge to walk away like a baby, he wanted to stick up for himself once. "And yes, it would be, would be, nice for you to apologize, for you to apologize."

Harry tries to hide his laughter, "well then, i'm sorry for calling you crazy."

Niall huffs in annoyance, not wanting to talk about this subject anymore, "what's your name?"

"Harry, look, I gotta go to work, see ya," Harry brushes past Niall, not waiting for a reply.

Rude, Ignorant jerk. Niall thinks.

Attention seeker. Harry thinks.

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hey guys, I know i haven't updated in awhile and im sorry about that :(

but guys, the prologue has like 1k reads whilst chapter one has 75 reads

whats that all about? like i dont understand what happened

did i seriously loose like 900 readers?

#confused