Where We Are *A Niall Horan Love Story*(sequel to Riding A Rollercoaster)

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They promised to love each other, no matter what came their way. Their love was like riding a rollercoaster, there were ups and downs. So much has happened and they can't help wonder 'Where We Are'. Will Niall and Jamie ever be together again? Will the band stay together? Or will Niall have to sacrifice one for the other?


12. Same Mistakes

*Niall's P.O.V*

I strummed my guitar,picking at the strings, not following any particular tune.

I was checking my messages on my phone at the same time and saw one from Barbara.

Hey babe!

Going to the club tonight. See you there? xxx

I didn't have anything better to do.

Yep, see ya!

Barbara and I were just mates-yeah, we'd slept together once but we were both pissed-In the too many drinks kind of way. And she's fit and we have the craíc together.

I got dressed, eager to leave-hopefully Barbara would take my mind off Jamie.

*Louis' P.O.V*

"It was buzzin'!" I said cheerfully, describing a new restaurant El and I had managed to try out recently in Manchester. We didn't have much time to go on dates since she's still in uni and I'm always busy with the band. I'm not complaining. I'm just sayin that it gets tough but we make it work.

"Oh, do you reckon Sophia would like it?" Liam questioned, his question directed to El.

"Well, Jennifer approves," I joked, assuming my female alter-ego, earning a snicker from Liam and a slap behind the head from my wonderful girlfriend. Harry and Jamie were too busy to listen in to our conversation as they chatted happily in the kitchen while snacking on the pizza-which would have usually been devoured by Niall. And Zayn had dozed off.

"Yeah, I think she'd like it. The food is a little pricey," she started before stopping suddenly and grinning sheepishly, realising price was not a problem with us but would be for students like her-not that I let her pay for her meal when she was with me.

"There's Italian and a small Asian menu. Quite strange for a menu but it's not bad. It's a quaint little place and has quite a rustic feel," she continued, her cheeks a bright pink. I sneaked in a quick peck on her lips immediately after she ended, earning a sweet smile from her, making me grin. 

"Sounds good. Might bring her there soon."

As Liam pestered El with more questions about the food the place in Manchester served, Niall finally came out of his room, glanced at Harry and Jamie, who, again, were oblivious, ruffled his hair and briefly acknowledged Liam, El and I before grabbing his bunch of keys and walking out the front door.

*Niall's P.O.V*

"Just don't latch the door before you go to bed, yeah?" I reminded my mate who I regularly called upon his help to house-sit. The lads would probably be off soon and I needed someone to make sure any uninvited guests didn't get in.


"Ah thanks."

"No worries, mate!"

And with that, the short conversation ended and I enjoyed the silence during my ride to the pub where Barbara had given me directions too. Having a bodyguard driving me almost everywhere was convenient so I wouldn't have to worry about being caught by the paparazzi drunk or how I was going to get back to the flat. All I wanted to think about now was having a few pints and a good time.

*Harry's P.O.V*

I suppose Jamie and I had been having such a great time that we didn't notice how late it'd gotten. I remembered Zayn, Liam, Lou and El hugging us goodbye and one of Niall's mate walk in and greet us before he sat on the sofa, eating some leftovers from the fridge while watching some football on the telly.

"I should probably be heading back now," Jamie pointed out, putting her scarf back around her neck.

"Yeah, me too. Let me take you home," I offered.

"Oh, it's fine, I can just get a taxi."

"Really, it's no worries. I insist. Besides, London isn't safe this late at night, especially for a pretty young lady like yourself to be out alone," I teased, flashing my grin that usually made my dates melt and be more flirtatious with me.

"I can take care of myself," she replied, with confidence and firmness that made me feel as if I'd just insulted her. This reminded me of the Jamie...before.

"And I have no doubt of that. Just let me be a gentleman?" I smiled nervously.

She smirked. "Oh, if you insist."

We made our way to the front door, quickly but politely saying farewell to Niall's house-sitter. I opened the door for her, surprised when Niall came tumbling in. And he would've tripped and fallen on his face if my body wasn't there to stop him. His personal bodyguard could only do so much to walk him up the steps.

"It's alright, lads, I've got him," I told his bodyguard and the one watching the telly. Wanting to impress Jamie was a secondary objective as I (struggled) getting him into his room and onto his bed and taking his shoes off.

"Oh thanks Harry, you're such a good friend," he slurred, reeking of alcohol as I leaned over him to turn off his bedside lamp.

"Yep. You had quite a night," I laughed.

He acknowledged it by chuckling but in his drunk stupor, sounded more like a loud sigh, followed by a hiccup. 

"Sweet dreams, Niall," I whispered, about to close the door behind me when Niall, who was laying flat on his back on his bed, stretched out like a starfish, lifted his head with much effort to look straight into my eyes, with heavy eyelids and with as serious a tone as he could manage in state to tell me, "Harry. Don't make the same mistakes I did." 

I didn't need an explanation as to what he meant.

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