Harry has been selectively mute since past trauma with his best friend. He moves into Doncaster with his mother and sister because people bullied him too much since he was mute and shy at his old high school, and other reasons. So he needed to move...
"Honey, wake up!" Harry's mum, Anne, called from the kitchen downstairs.
Harry groaned, struggling to open his eyes because he hadn't got much sleep last night due to the constant worrying of what people would think of him.
Harry finally got out of bed after a couple seconds and went to take a shower. He finished taking a shower and put on a regular pair of black skinny jeans with a black and white spotted button up. After fixing his slightly long hair and running his hands with product into it he went downstairs to eat breakfast.
He waved to his mum and sat down at the table. He has to eat quickly since the bus would come soon.
He finished eating and kissed his mum on the cheek. "Bye sweetheart, I love you. Have a good day at school," she said while Harry was walking out the door with his backpack on his shoulder. Anne knew that Harry wouldn't speak and she didn't try to push him to speak because she knew how it got him. He told her why he wasn't speaking and when she tried to get him to speak he would get all angry and sad. So she gave up eventually. If he wasn't ready to talk yet then that's fine, he'll be ready when he's ready.
After a couple of minutes the bus arrived and he took a step on it and sat down in an empty seat. Harry didn't like to sit with other people. 1) He would have to speak. 2) He liked to be alone on bus rides, he considered them as a time to think and calm himself.
Harry was looking out the dirty window when a blond boy came and sat next to him. "Hi mate, I'm Niall," Niall said. Harry guessed he was Irish based on his accent since it was pretty noticeable. Harry just waved and continued to look out the window. Niall just shrugged it off and took a bite of the apple he hadn't finished for breakfast.
A short time after, they arrived at school and got off the bus. Harry took out his schedule and looked at what locker number he had. He had #13.
His locker wasn't that far so he was happy about that. Once he reached it he got his binders out and other stuff and put his backpack on the hook. His first class was Chemistry so he walked to the class with his head down.
Since Harry's head was down he wouldn't see the football that was about to kick into him. The football hit his feet hard and he dropped all his materials as he fell on his stomach. "I'm so sorry, are you okay?" Harry heard a soft, but slightly high voice say. He looked up to see a boy with bright blue eyes looking at him worriedly. Harry just blushed and nodded, trying to quickly grab all his belongings.
The blue eyed boy helped also and grabbed his football, tucking it under his arms. "Um, hey, what's your name, are you new?" The boy asked. Harry nodded and didn't answer the other question. "Well, I'm Louis..."
Harry just nodded and got up from his knees and stalked down to the classroom.
It was now Period 3, History. Harry walked to the class with his head down like all the other times. Looking at how his feet move swiftly across the white, dirty floors. He eventually reached the classroom and like all the other classes the teachers introduced him.
"Class, this is Harry. He is new here and I expect you all to treat him with kindness and respect. Harry, you can sit behind Louis, over there," she says as she points behind Louis.
Harry walks over to the seat with his head down. He sits in his seat putting his materials on the desk in front of him.
A couple minutes pass by with the teacher starting the lesson and then Louis turns his head to look at Harry. "Hey Harry, can I have a pencil?" Harry nods and gets a pencil and gives it to Louis. As he hands him the pencil, their fingers briefly touch. Harry can't explain it, but he felt a spark in his bones when they touched. And for some reason, he hopes Louis felt it too.
The rest of the day goes by fast and Harry finds out he has math and gym with Niall. He also has Louis for gym too.
Harry grabs the rest of his stuff and puts it in his backpack and walks toward and out the doors.
He feels someone grab his arm and pull him to the side. It's Niall. "Mate, are you ok? You haven't said a word all day, what's wrong?"
Harry doesn't know how to answer, but then he gets an idea. He slides his backpack off his shoulders and takes out a notebook and a pencil. He starts to write something and then shows it to Niall.
I'm fine, don't worry. I just don't like to talk, some people would call me mute I guess.
Niall nods in confusion, but also understanding. He then starts to have a 'thinking face' on. Until he speaks up, "How about I only ask you yes or no questions?" Harry nods in agreement.
"Ok, we'll start on the bus, c'mon." They walk onto the bus and find a seat in the middle.
"So how about we start off simple. Do you like sports?" Harry nods his head. "Ok do you like pizza?" Harry nods again.
They continue, Niall asking and Harry answering, until Harry's stop arrives and waved goodbye to Niall.
He walks inside his house and sees his mum sitting on the couch. She turns her head, "Hey sweetie, how was school?" Harry puts a thumbs up, as in "good." She nods her head, "Gemma needs help picking out clothes for a date she has, she told me to ask you for help." He nodded and walked upstairs to Gemma's room.
Once Harry walked in he saw a bunch of clothes scattered all around, his eyes widened. "Hey Har, can you help me. If you couldn't tell I'm really struggling here," she pleads. He nods and looks in her closet until he finds a good outfit.
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She nodded in agreement and happiness, "This is great Harry! What would I do without you." She brings him into a hug.
He walks out of the room and goes to his own. He slumps onto his bed staring up at the ceiling and thinking about his day.
It wasn't too bad, people hadn't asked him that many questions which he was glad for. His classes weren't that hard, expect for math. Harry dreaded math, hated it to the bone. He doesn't get the point of it, he's going to forget it anyways. His mind drifts to Louis. God, he thought. His eyes were so blue and bright, I could stare into them all day. And the spark, it felt like a shock of lightning. Not bad lightning, but good lightning. With power and passion and.....maybe even love?
After Harry takes a shower and gets in his boxers, he slips into the covers, fully covering all of his body like a butterfly in a cocoon. He goes to sleep with his last thoughts about the blue eyed boy.
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Hi guys!!! So here's the first chapter, I hope you like it so far! I wonder why Harry is mute?I will be putting out a chapter every Saturday, Tuesday, and Thursday!
Anyways hope you all have a great rest of your day!
