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Ways to Love.

Niall knows he’s not really a competition. How could he be? Harry Styles is almost from another species: apart from being wildly famous he’s also more than attractive with his long legs and the face of a model. Niall is pretty sure he has won awards for being sexy or something along the line and he’s more than positive he has a six-pack under that loose sweater, it’s ridiculous. He is just Niall, a normal Irish lad who drinks too many beers for his body to be forgiving. He has a stubble on his face and his nails are bitten down due to all the stress. He can’t remember the last time someone who wasn’t his mom told him he looks handsome. Niall lets out a sigh and locks his phone. Leaning back in his chair he closes his eyes and tries to clear his mind and when he opens them again a few minutes later he’s face to face with one Harry Styles. He looks even better from up close and Niall feels the urge to punch him in the beautiful face.

“I think we haven’t been properly introduced, I’m Harry Styles.” He smiles and holds out his hand, waiting for Niall to shake it.

“I know,” Niall says simply, and his mother would be horrified but this is a war and he has no time to make friends.

“Um, well,” Harry clears his throat and scratches his arm with the previously extended hand. “My agent didn’t think it was a good idea to come over to say hi.” And there’s that smile again, the one that probably gets him the world. Niall only blinks.

“It sounds like she knows what she’s talking about.”

“Niall-” Louis cuts in next to him, reaching out to touch his arm.

“I’m not trying to steal your job,” Harry says, keeping his voice down and getting closer to him, maybe to avoid the other people in the room from listening in.