Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to Ms. Rowling. Anything you recognise is probably a coinicidance, but if you have any questions feel free to ask. I use a line form the movie Life or Something Like It

Harry and Napoleon went to the bar to have a few drinks.

"Harry?" Napoleon said "Can I tell you something?"

"Your not gay are you?"

"No, but I'm in love" Napoleon said while taking another swig of his beer.

"Ah, yes. With Nikki"

"How did you know?"

"It's kind of obvious." Harry said. "Your always there for her, no matter what you always put her feelings before your own."

"I really love her Harry."

"So why don't you tell her?"

"'Cause she only sees me as a friend."

"Well its better to tell her now rather than regret it for the rest of your life" Napoleon thought about Harry's words. He was right. Napoleon jumped out of his chair and grabbed his jacket. "Where are you going?" Harry asked.

"To see Nikki." Napoleon said. On his way to the door he bumped into a guy.

"Ah Napoleon" Preston said "Your just the man I was hoping to see. Let me buy you a drink" Napoleon let Preston lead him to were Harry was sitting and buy him a drink. Napoleon wanted to know what Preston wanted to tell him. "What's your poison?" Preston asked Napoleon. This guys a real scum bag Napoleon thought, who says poison?

"I've had enough to drink, what did you want to talk about?"

"He'll have a beer" Preston told the waitress. Preston pulled a ring out of his pocket and set it on the table. "What do you think?"

Napoleon sucked in his air. "I'm sorry Preston but I don't swerve that way"

Preston laughed. "Yeah, your a funny guy Napoleon. Nikki's always telling me how funny you are. But seriously, what do you think? Do you think she'll like it? I plan on asking her tonight at dinner."

Napoleon didn't remember the rest of the conversation, he basically drank the rest of the day and he met up with some girl at the bar and she went back to his place with him. Forget about Nikki he told himself, she was amazing but they were only meant to be friends.

"Wow, this is a really nice restaurant" Nikki commented. Preston had asked her to dinner with him and they were now in one of the fanciest restaurants in all of London.

"Nikki, I've been thinking and me and you are a perfect match. Together we could be so successful. So what do you say? Marry me." it was more of a command then a question. Nikki sat in her spot eyeing the ring, it was a gorgeous ring and really big, any girl would kill for that ring. For some reason it just didn't seam right. She sat in thought until Preston interrupted her.

"Nikki?"

"What do you like about me?" she asked him.

"What do you mean?"

"What makes you love me, what makes you want to spend the rest of your life with me?"

Preston smirked at her and said cockily. "Well you've got a killer body" Nikki's smile faded. When Preston realized she wasn't impressed he quickly tried to redeem himself. "And you've got a gorgeous face"

Nikki looked around. How come she was always stuck with these guys. Was she a magnet for assholes? "I...I..ah.." Nikki couldn't believe it this guy actually made her for loss of words. Napoleon would laugh at this she thought. Napoleon he was one of the few genuine people she knew. "I've got to go" she said as realization dawned on her. "I've got to go" she said again standing up and rushing towards the door. She left Preston dumbfounded at the table.

When she reached his door she straightened herself out. She knocked twice and waited. She heard some thugs and shuffling. and then Napoleon appeared at the door, his hair a mess and he was pulling on a shirt.

"Nikki?" Napoleon said a bit surprised. Nikki was smiling at him, she knew what she had to do.

"Hey I was-"

Just then a girls voice echoed throughout the flat."Who is it?"

Nikki's smile faded and she looked at Napoleon earnestly. "Oh, I'm sorry" she said and ran down the hall.

"Nikki! Nikki wait" Napoleon called after her. Napoleon quickly pulled on a pair of jeans and ran after her. He caught up with her on the street. "Nikki wait" he said while grabbing her arm and pulling her to face him. She was crying. "What's wrong?" he asked confused.

"Who was that girl?" Napoleon looked at her testingly.

"It was just a girl"

"So now your banging random girls?"

"I don't need to justify myself to you" Napoleon said a bit angrily. "Damn, your shagging a new guy every month. And I can't shag just one girl?" his anger was getting the better of him "How's Preston? Everything going well with you two? When's the wedding? I hope I'm invited"

"I was wrong about you Napoleon Thomas O'Connell"

"Oooo, using the full name now" Napoleon said sarcastically.

"Your a real jerk you know that?" She said a bit hurt and walking away.

"Yeah! well the world doesn't revolve around you princess" he yelled after her. He stood on the street for a few minutes watching her retreating back. This wasn't his fault he told himself, besides she had many boyfriends and now that he slept with a girl she acts like he's not supposed to. How come she could have all the fun and he can't? He didn't really like the girl in his flat anyway, he just wanted someone to help him forget about Nikki. That didn't seam like it would be a problem now, she probably hates him now anyway. He walked back to his flat to see the girl he was with wearing one of his Sex Pistols shirt and making some food on the stove. He really wasn't in the mood to have anyone around him.

"Hi" he said when she turned towards him.

"Hi sexy" she said seductively. The girl realized that Napoleon seamed a bit flustered. "You okay?"

Napoleon wasn't going to tell the girl at first but then figured what the hell, so he explained his situation with Nikki and how he really wanted to be with her.

"I see..." the girl said. "Well someone once told me that if you never said anything, people always assume the worst."

After a very long moment of silence were Napoleon seamed to be deep in thought he said "I don't get it"

"You need to tell her"

Napoleon's heard this before, but it wouldn't happen. he just wanted to be alone right now.

"Um.. well.. I don't mean to sound rude but what's your name again?" he asked. This obviously offended her but she kept her cool.

"Melissa" she stated.

"Ah, yes. Well Melissa, again I don't mean to seam rude but I'm running low on cash and I was wondering if I have to pay for this? Because if so-"

He never got to finish his sentence because Melissa slapped Napoleon hard across the face, collected her things and left his flat. 'This day can't get any worse' he thought to himself.Just them the food Melissa was cooking caught fire. 'Bloody Hell'