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Chapter 27 - Niall | Start

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It was an all-female unit that achieved great success. Ashley was leading it. So she and Harry seem to have more in common than they would ever admit. But if I told him that, I'd be as good as dead. Harry can be really impulsive sometimes.

But I also got some other good information... My little one seemed to be named Layla Knox. She ran away from home when she was 16 and then by many coincidences ended up working for the Secret Service. Supposedly she's good at her job, but if that were really the case, I wouldn't have been able to overpower her so easily on the mountain, would I?

Liam warned me through the ear piece that I should not get in her way, let alone try to "accidentally" break her neck. Man, that's only happened like four times. Do we have to keep bringing it up?

Seeing her again now just made me so angry again that my blood started to boil in my veins.
How can someone be so cheeky and annoying? And we hardly talked to each other, everything happened so fast.

The kick in my balls and the bite in my upper arm, had been really unnecessary. I was still able to overpower her and tie her up. If she had said please, maybe I would not have tied the knot behind her back so tightly that the ropes already cut into her skin. But she is a stubborn bitch. Bad luck. I hope she suffered.

The teasing sayings and provocative comments of the boys didn't help to forget the little event either. I will definitely feel better again when her lifeless body lies in a ditch. Just like the rest of them.

To distract myself from all the thoughts in my head, I went back to the bar to get a beer. There I flirted with some of the bridesmaids until Harry gave the signal for the ceremony to begin. From then on it was time to work.

I had to wait in one of the front rows by myself while Zayn was practically being eye fucked by one of the hot bridesmaids. How can the son of a bitch always have such luck? I'm sure it's because of his damn eyes and the nose ring. It makes him look mysterious.

Not that I need this look to get a girl for the night. Because in my phone I have a long contact list with very willing ladies who would be very happy about a message from me. Except sex, of course, I am not interested in anything.

I have copied this habit from Harry, to sleep only once with a woman. The hormones always make them want more than just sex, they are programmed by nature to feel that way. On a blurry night at the Hampton's, Harry let me in on this knowledge he had gathered himself.

But even with this rule there are exceptions or gray zones in which we move...

Even if I hate clingy women. I can understand them, sex with me is certainly the madness and addictive but nope, no repeat. Only if it's really really worth it.

After all, I have my standards too.

If I hadn't sniffed coke before the ceremony started, this would be a lot worse and more boring. So I just put on my black sunglasses and relaxed in my seat, high as fuck as I was. I noticed everything a little blurry but that actually made it even better. Everything here is so white that you literally could go blind from it.

Of course I got yelled at again when dear Ashley suddenly appeared next to Harry. Let him just better look around. Am I a fucking helicopter with an overview?

The best thing is that after this boring ceremony follows a multi-course dinner. I am in heaven.
We're all spread out at different tables so no one knows we know each other. A Horan at such an event...my family would surely be proud. If they were still alive... However, my parents are dead and my sister ran off with some guy. But that's another story to tell...