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c. 7

Chapter Seven

It's been weeks since I yelled at Niall and called him fake, and I still don't feel good about it even with the constant praises Louis throws my way. I've been practicing more lacrosse each day, with and without Luke. And not like I would admit it to him, or anyone for the matter, that I wait every after practice to see if he'd come up, but I do. So far, he hasn't.

So, he was avoiding me on purpose.

If I were him, I would also be avoiding me. But that's the case - I'm not him and he's not like me. Like, at all. I'm Harry Styles, the laid back and slightly cowardly smartass running for a position in a sports team who would most likely give the valedictorian speech, while he was Niall Horan, the already cruel lacrosse team captain who could be the valedictorian if he tried. I'm best friends with Louis Tomlinson while Louis and he were practically mortal enemies. I'm a true brunette and he's a faux blonde.

Of course, him not showing up for his personal practices isn't all the proof I have, even if it already gets a great point across.

I've seen him in the library and, believe it or not, our eyes meet once and he's anything but reluctant to get out of there. He doesn't even spare me another glance. It's just: look, grab stuff, and go. In the cafeteria, he has yet to approach our table once again.

Louis has noticed the drastic change in his bully's schedule and he was a bit weary about it, but happy nonetheless. When I see him in the hallway, blue eyes meet green ones and he's fleeing yet again. I'd say it was pathetic, that he should be owning up to it like a man, but who was I to judge?

There's a lot I don't know about Niall Horan. And to be fair, he doesn't know me much either. Regardless of the way he acts towards people, he shan't be judged, like the rest of us.

I do respect him, but I just don't know.

It's odd to confess, but I could actually say I'm starting to miss him.

And thus, this is where I am, two weeks later.

"Do you think Niall's still ignoring me?" I nonchalantly asked, picking on my sloppy joe fries. Louis and Zayn both eyed me weirdly, looking at each other before they separately react to my question - Louis with a scowl and Zayn with a smug smirk.

"What the hell is up with you and Niall? Why do you care about that bastard anyway?" I'm not going to lie, the question stung a bit. Plus, it scared me. Especially since it's practically a no-brainer when it comes to guessing the feelings of Louis towards Niall.

Most of the time, I begin to ponder about why Niall was so mean to Louis in the first place. Could it possibly be because he was either jealous of his popularity or he...likes him, just like what happens in some of those highly paid for and cliché Hollywood films wherein you get a bully because the guy likes you? So help me God if it's the latter reason because it oddly makes me want to barf, and something tells me that it's not because of it being similar to overly cheesy movies.

Um, no thank you.

"Nothing. You know...maybe he needs another lesson from me and stuff."

Expressions changed as the words roll off my tongue: Louis' a grin and Zayn's a disapproving look.

The bell rang rapidly as I placed little effort into segregating but had effort even then. I dumped the remaining bits of the bun from the burger and was on my way to walk out. Bodies, another and I, collided and we both meet the ground. "Sorry, mate-" And I looked up, which could've been a mistake.

Blue.

After he and I had eye contact, he was quick to leave his gaze hard on the ground as he made no motion to stand up. I stayed in my position as well, carefully examining him and his figure.

Pale skin, dry lips, and bags under his eyes. He looked... awful, yet still so stunning.

Sickly beautiful.

I stood up, patted the dirt off my pants and held out a hand, for him, but I was ignored. A small, bitter smile fell on his lips as I watched him in doubt. "Now, why would Harry Styles help out the biggest jerk on campus? I'm sure he doesn't want to catch his faux."

"Because I know, beyond the image and attitude, is a human being," I stared at him hard as his posture weakened visibly with a little slump of the shoulders, "And it doesn't take a genius to know it isn't contagious. Plus, you probably have a good reason under it." He took his gaze and planted it on me, it being impossibly deadly. "Stop trying to unlock me, Harry. It won't work. We can't ever be friends."

"That's what you think, Niall, but I'm going to figure you out soon." I smiled genuinely as I helped him out while protested. He brushed me off right after and looked at me with anger, but I see a hint of fear and hope.

"If you know what's best for you, you'd stay away." Those were his final words before trudging to class, which I was also very late for, but I didn't care.

I searched my surroundings for anyone who could've possibly seen that encounter, but no one in sight seemed to be interested.

"Now, all I need to do now is find out why hope was in his eyes." I'm determined, of course.

I'll figure him out, just you wait.

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I like determined Harry. He'll stop at nothing until he gets what he longs for.

ANYWAY, HEY! It's me again! Bet you didn't expect that! No, I haven't fainted yet. I will soon, though! Super tired. I hope you enjoyed this chapter, sorry it's short. But then again, maybe you didn't notice that it's probably just the same length as the rest of my updates oops I shouldn't have said that.

As you know, stressing - for me, at least - is inevitable. BUT! The love and care you have given to me in the last chapter made me feel better. Thank you, fam!

A short reminder from the beautiful voice of Ed fucking Sheeran -

"Oh nana, what's my name?"

But why is he asking his grandma what his name was-

Oh, that wasn't Ed Sheeran?

Hope that made you cringe, HA! Kidding, love you all, you gorgeous and bewitching human bean. Why am I so hyper?

- Mr. Bean -

& teddy