Niall's POV
"Bro!" I head Greg yell over the loud room he was in.
"Greg! What's going on? Move somewhere quiet!" I yelled back.
"Ok!" I heard the noise fade as he stepped outside. "Great news, Niall!" He still yelled.
"Greg. It's quiet now. You don't have to yell anymore." Man, was he drunk. I have to admit though, I was kind of jealous since I couldn't be drinking...
"I'm getting married, Niall!" he said in a calmer voice.
"What? When?" I asked, incredulous.
"A week after you get back." He responded.
"Greg, that's in two weeks. What? Is Molly pregnant or something?" I joked.
"Yeah!" He yelled. "But, shhh. Don't tell anyone. It's a secret." He slurred.
I now understood why he was so wasted and probably wouldn't remember this conversation in the morning."
"Greg. You're serious?" I asked in shock.
"100%. Isn't great, Niall? You're going to be an uncle and a best man! And I get to be a father and a husband..." He started crying.
"It's ok. Call in the morning when you're so sober. Try not to forget." I hung up and couldn't believe what everything I had just heard.
RING! RING! RING!
"Niall."
RING!
"Niall!"
RING!
"NIALL! Get your ass up and answer your damn phone!" Liam yelled as he threw one of his pillows at me.
"Ugh!" I replied grabbing my cell. I looked at the clock: 3:14AM, it blinked.
"What?" I answer, short.
"Hi, uhm... Is this Niall?" A girl's voice said on the other end.
"Unfortunately... Wait, who is this?"
"This is Lily. I'm calling because Greg has 'CALL NIALL' written all over him..."
"Lily? I don't know a Lily." I drifted off for a second before continuing. "Listen. It's 3:30 in the fucking morning. So, no offense, but leave me the hell alone and deal with your problems yourself."
"Excuse me?"
"Yeah, you heard me."
"I was just trying to help. You don't have to be such a douche bag!"
The girl finally hung up.
"Liam?" I asked.
"Huh?" He grunted.
"What's douche bag?" I asked him.
"Go the hell to sleep!" He yelled and threw another pillow at me.