web of lies - l.s.

Chapter Five

"There are no secrets that time does not reveal." -Jean Racine
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[Harry's P.O.V.]
I was walking out of my final period of the day. History. Nothing big happened today. Mr. Eldon was out, visiting his mother or something, and the rest of the classes I barely paid attention to. And by 'barely paid attention to' I mean I slept throughout the entire lecture. I ended up arriving at home at 3 am and had to wake up super early to get ready as Marcel.

  I trot over to my locker, surprised that Niall wasn't there waiting for me like he was the past few days.

  The sound of my cell phone ringing startled me. I rushed to answer the phone and I smiled when I saw the caller ID.

  "Harry!"

  "Hey mate, what's up?" I talk back into the phone.

  "Come outside."

  "Suspicious...but okay. I'll be right there."

  The other caller hangs up so I grab my backpack and walk towards the double front doors. I open them to see students gathered around a specific car I knew quite well.

  Leaning against the car was one of my best mates, Zayn Malik. (Other than Niall of course.) Zayn and I met through some things for work. Zayn was a model and Simon asked me to shoot for this cover. When I arrived I met Zayn and we immediately hit it off. We did the shoot together and ever since we've been great friends. Back to the present—Zayn was leaning against his expensive black car with red details. He was signing things and taking pictures with students (mainly girls) going crazy at the sight of Zayn. I mean I can't blame them, Zayn is a god.

  I step closer and see Niall in the backseat of Zayn's car with headphones on.

  "Marcel!" Zayn hugs me.

  "Zayn? What are you doing here?"

  "I wanted to see you at your new school," he shrugged before whispering in my ear; "And to see you dressed like a complete dork," he laughed.

  I rolled my eyes and playfully punched his shoulder.

  "Hey!" He whined.

  "Oi, calm down Malik."

  I walked around the car to the opposite side, pulled open the door to the passenger seat, and sat down.

  Zayn opened his door and slipped into the driver's seat. I could hear many whispers from the crowd. They watched the entire thing and are probably wondering why the 'nerd' is friends with a famous model. I would be confused too.

  I block out the stares and turned up the music. My song, 'Perfect' came blasting on.

  "Still have my CD in your car?" I asked Zayn.

  "You know it!"

  I laugh as the engine roars and we speed away from the hell we call school.

  "Ni," Zayn tries. "Ni. Ni! NIALL!"

  Still, with his headphones in, Niall doesn't let his face leave his phone screen. I roll my eyes.

  "NANDO'S!" I yell.

  "Nando's? NANDO's? Someone summoned me?" Niall pulls out his headphones and turns of his phone before grabbing a fork out from his backpack and holding it up. "I'm ready to eat."

  "Oh my god," Zayn chuckles.

  "Ni—" I try.

  "Where's my food?" Niall frowns.