Falling L.S

Chapter 2

Doncaster Prep was the school that you only got into if you had connections, or if you were extremely smart. Harry was both, unlike Niall who got in purely by his charm and exceptional performance in school.

The two boys pulled into the compass, driving towards their normal spot in the parking lot. No one ever dared to park there, which was why they were shocked to find a black jeep parked right in their spot.

Harry was furious, he stopped his car and walked out keys in hand, pulling out of Niall's weak grip easily and quickly closing the distance between him and the intruding jeep with long strides.

Basing on how shiny the paint job of the car was, Harry could tell it was expensive. He had also never seen it around in the parking lot. He was going to teach the new kid a lesson.

He swept his hair to the side, out of his face before bending down and keying the words, "Not in my spot ASSHOLE" on the side of the car along with his initials. H.

Niall had barely caught up with Harry when he finished giving the car a new design. He grabbed Harry by the under arms pulling him up in hopes of stopping the taller boy from doing any more damage.

His bright blue eyes raked over the words on the car before slowly transferring to Harry's forest green eyes which were giving him a stone cold glare.

"Wasn't finished." Harry snapped.

"What the fuck Haz!" Niall shouted, punching Harry on the chest, "what was the fucking point of that."

"New kid's gotta learn not to mess with me." was Harry's reply, the brown haired boy already making his way back to his car.

Niall stayed outside, arms across his chest, silently fuming at Harry's easy answer. How could the boy be so nonchalant. Like he hadn't just ruined a car that probably cost more than Niall's whole house.

Harry parked his car in the spot two cars away and retrieved both Niall and his bags. He couldn't help feeling guilty. Not because of keying the car, but of snapping at his bestfriend for no reason.

He walked back towards the spot where Niall was standing, sulking. He decided to let his guard down after checking that no one was anywhere near them, and wrapped Niall into one of his bear hugs.

Even Harry knew his hugs were the best. Niall couldn't help but crack a smile when he was embraced by his otherwise unaffectionate friend.

"I'm sorry." Harry said in his deep voice. It came out much slower than a normal person would've said it, seeing as Harry had a bit of a speaking impairment.

You could call it ADHD, but he hadn't really been diagnosed yet. His words came out of his mouth slowly, as if he always checked to make sure he wasn't saying the wrong thing, and then he would lose his train of thought if he was uttering a very long sentence, his mind moving too fast for his mouth to keep up. Consequently, Harry was a man of few words.

"Its not me you should be apologizing to, but I know I can't convince you to apologize to the owner, this will have to do." Niall said, talking rather fast, opposite of Harry.

Niall had ADHD, he was diagnosed back when he was ten. Now, seven years later, he had learned to talk fast and loud, to push his words out of his mouth before he forgot them.

Harry handed Niall his bag and the two proceeded to their lockers, getting their Chemistry textbooks and heading towards class.

Harry and Niall only had Chemistry and P.E together, for the rest of the lessons, Harry either sat with their other friend Liam, or whichever desperate girl he found sitting next to him.

Even though everyone feared him, girls would fight to sit next to Harry in his other lessons. How could you not, he was basically the definition of a Greek god.

Long curly brown hair, intense green eyes and a dazzling smile, when he chose to show it, were the main  features of his face that had girls bowing at his feet. Not to mention his defined jawline and deep dimples that showed whenever he did so much as move his lips.

He was also pretty tall, tall enough to almost seem lanky but not quite, his toned chest was covered in tattoos and he had an impressive set of abs from his hours of working out after Louis left. Yes, everyone knew he had four nipples, but they seemed to be willing to overlook his one little flaw.

Harry and Niall sat at their usual table in the Chem lab and immediately scoped the area for any new faces. No one looked unfamiliar so they relaxed and sat more comfortably on their lab stools.

"So, did you finally tell Gemma about your hot Irish friend?" Niall asked Harry, looking at the younger boy hopefully.

"I already told you to leave my sister the fuck alone."

"And I already told you I would do no such thing." Niall smirked, meeting Harry's death glare, "Why so uptight mate, loosen up, you need to get laid."

"I don't want to get laid, even though I did, no one really catches my eye you know." Harry said looking around the room again, like a hot girl could suddenly appear out of thin air.

"Oh, none of the hot girls that are constantly drooling over you catch your fucking eye? Lads like me actually have to work had to get laid." Niall huffed.

"Who said I wanted to though?" Harry run his hand through his hair, Niall and him had had this conversation enough times and it always ended in Harry promising to try harder with the girls, he never did though.

"You're so tense all the time, I bet a quick fuck could make you feel a million times better." Niall stated matter-of-factly.

"I'm not tense, I'm just not interested in relationships right now." Harry replied, waving off Niall when he started to object, "I'm not going to use a girl just to get off you asshole." He laughed.

Niall started to complain again when he was interrupted by the door swinging open and causing him to jump in his seat. Harry noticed Niall's startled expression and followed his gaze to the door.

Harry froze, his easy smile immediately dropping when he saw Louis Tomlinson.

Holy fucking shit.