*Harry's POV*

"Blondie, come in." I said into my phone and hung up before my assistant could even reply.

My cabin door immediately swung open, revealing my best friend, "Yes, Harold?" "Neil! How's your day going today?" I asked him, cheerily.

Niall looked at me, amused, "Someone's happy today, I see."

"Really happy. Just had a call with Tomlinson. Enjoyed hearing his jealous voice." I said, feeling genuinely happy.

He looked at me and said, "Yeah. How did he react when he got to know that we've agreed upon a business deal with the Cowell Industries?"

"His first word was 'What?' and immediately I felt like celebrating. Told him about how kind Mr. Cowell is towards me, and he was just huffing and annoyed the whole time. I hung up later, after having annoyed him to my heart's content."

Niall was laughing. Midst laughter, he asked, "Why do you trouble that poor guy? He never did anything!"

"Oh, it's my hobby, to annoy him." I said, casually.

"Why?" Niall asked.

"Come on Niall, we know what big dick he is. Always trying to show me that he's the number one businessman of the world. Which he isn't, of course." I reasoned. He was one big idiot, who I hated ever since I've started my own company. Yeah, I know, Gemma used to work for him. But it's alright, because she needed experience and she gained it there. Now, my sweet skilled sister works with me.

Niall chuckled, "But it's true though, he is the number one businessman of the time."

I glared at Niall. He knows that isn't true. It was always Mr. Cowell, occasionally succeeded by Louis. But now that Mr. Cowell and I are working on a common deal, who knows, I might be succeed Louis. And if I do succeed him, what a feeling that would be. That idiot will finally know what it's like, when your enemy overtakes you.

But; I'll be honest with myself; I hate him for an altogether different reason: He's fucking intelligent, never seen someone as smart as him in this world. And, being of the jealous kind, it's not easy.

But, of course, nobody needed to know what I think of his intelligence except for me, myself and I.

Back to reality, I said, "Neil, you're supposed to support me."

"It's Niall. Ni-all. N-I-A-L-L. And, I'm just stating facts bro." He said, patting my back.

"Okay, N-I-A-L-L. Get me my coffee."

"Okay boss bestie." He said, winking at me and leaving my cabin.

As much as I tease Niall, I love him too. We've been friends since kindergarten. He's the most amazing person I've ever met. Always chilled and funny too. The biggest foodie I know; I cook for him at home, he helps me here at office by being my personal assistant.

Whenever I tell him I do very little for him, he reassures me by saying, "Your cooking is worth dying for H. In fact, what I do in return for you is too less."

Summing it all up, I love him. But hey, not romantically, just as a friend. He understands me like nobody else. When I have him around, nothing's terrible, everything is great.

A few years ago, I went through an absolutely wonderful phase of life (note the sarcasm). That was the time I realised if I had nobody, I had Niall (and, of course, my family), even in my darkest times.

Again, my door swung up and blondie entered with a cuppa and...three packets of Doritos? "Nigel, what's this?"

"Doritos, duh." Niall said, rolling his eyes. He set the cup down on my table and was already walking away. I looked into the cup. It was tea?

"Niall, what the fuck?"

"What?"

"I asked for coffee."

"Couldn't find it, just saw tea. Got it for you."

I huffed; how can he not find coffee? I saw him walk away again. I said, "Niall!"

"What? Let me eat in peace." He said, annoyed.

I rolled my eyes, Niall and his food. I asked, "But give me my packet of Doritos."

Niall shook his head, "You never asked me for Doritos. These," he pointed at his packets, "Are mine. Bye." And he left my cabin.

I looked at where he was standing in disbelief. Niall, was a kid.

But of course, a kid I love.

***

~Three days later~

*Niall's POV*

So, it's a go-oo-od morning to me. Sorry, it's a good afternoon.

Today's a Sunday, the reason why I woke up at 2pm.

I got up and padded out of my bedroom, into the living room. Harry was watching a movie, by the looks of him, it's some sad romantic movie.

I walked over to him and saw that he was watching The Notebook, for the millionth time in his life. I asked him, "Why this again?"

He looked at me, finally acknowledging my presence in the room. He wiped his tears, set down the popcorn and said, "I needed a good cry. Good afternoon by the way."

"You should've watched at night, would've been better."

"I have to get back to work tomorrow and if I watch movies all night long, don't know if my mind will be any great tomorrow." Harry mumbled.

I rolled my eyes. Harry was unbelievable. I said, "You made lunch?"

Harry nodded, "In the kitchen, saved some for you." "What is it?" "Chicken Tikka Masala." He said and resumed watching his movie.

Immediately, I walked to the kitchen, wanting to eat whatever was left of the chicken, because it was always too good (not that I wouldn't eat it even if it wasn't good).

The fact that being rich Harry has never let me keep maids or servants in our mansion sucks. We're rich for fucks sake! But all he ever says is, "When we can do our own things, why do we waste money and make others do it for us?"

I can't really argue with Harry, it's hard.

***

So currently I'm driving to the bar, it's ten at night. Harry slept an hour ago; I swear I felt like pushing him off the bed and waking him up. But then Liam called me and asked me to come to the bar, so I gave up on my disastrous ideas.

Liam teddy bear Payne, my coolest friend in this Universe (don't tell Harry) had an argument with his fiancé and wanted to talk to me.

Well, if you haven't guessed it yet, let me tell you that I give the world's best relationship advice. Ever have some problem in any of your relationships, give me a call.

Though not a relationship advice, I had once given Harry some advice which worked wonders. Harry and Gemma had fought over cooking, for some unknown reason, and the fight ended with Harry emptying all the pancake batter over Gemma's head.

So, I had advised him to go and tell her he was sorry by saying he didn't mean to throw pancake batter on her. He blindly agreed and told her exactly what I had said, "Gemma I'm sorry for throwing pancake batter on you, I didn't mean to throw that on you."

She took it in the wrong way. She thought Harry wanted to throw something else on her. Hence, she went to the kitchen, got pancake batter, and covered Harry's head with it.

No, things didn't get worse. Harry had laughed at that and she couldn't control her laughter for long either. They laughed heartily for a while, then they hugged each other and apologized. See? I fixed it. Though I didn't get any credit for it.

Coming back to what I was saying. I'm now parking my car outside the bar, and I see a pale looking teddy bear Payno standing outside the bar.

I get out of my car, lock it and walk over to Liam.

"Li, mate, what happened?"

He sighs sadly and says softly, "I made her vanilla ice-cream, the only flavour I know how to make. B-But I didn't know she is a-allergic." He begins sobbing slightly and I rub his back.

Guess it's time for some relationship advice from Mr. Horan the great.

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Chapter dedicated to my dear wifeyy, who's so beautiful in everything she does/says! Ilysm wifeyy<3

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