A Lying Love 》Nouis Book 1 (#Wattys2015) boyxboy ✅

Chapter Nineteen

When I got to school I wanted to leave right away. Everyone I saw looked happy. Kids that still got dropped off waved goodbye to their loving parents, groups of friends walked happily as they chatted about the weekend, I hated it I really did. I knew the team weren't my friends. Especially Brandon. He just wants me to be his puppet in this stupid dare. Which is turning out completely different than what I expected.

I hadn't realised I was in the middle of the pathway leading into the school until an arm slung around my shoulder and a loud, annoying voice rung through my ears.

"How's it going Tommo?" Brandon asked almost too happy.

"Fine" I shrugged him off myself and begun to walk inside the building.

"How are you and gay boy doing?" He asked.

"Stop calling him Gay Boy. It's offensive and I like guys too" I replied bitterly.

"Yeah, but you're different. You like girls and boys" Brandon said as if it made all the difference in the world. "Anyway. Have you two done it yet? Its been what a month? Surely you two have done it"

"No. We haven't. Stop pestering me we're working on it"

"Gee Tommo you would have got it over with already if it were someone else" he stated then continued. "Unless you like him" I froze briefly.

"No" I said almost worriedly. Brandon didn't buy it and laughed.

"Oh this is good" he clapped once. "You like him. This is going to end well"

"Shut up! Its none of your business if I do or not. Just drop it" I yelled. Students looked at me but I didn't care.

"Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed" he grumbled.

"Shut up before I hit you"

We finally reached my locker. I ignored him as I unlocked it and removed books I needed. I also ignored the pain in my hand that was still currently bandaged after my outburst last night. I was so invested in what was in my locker and the pain in my hand that I didn't realise Brandon had left, until someone tapped my shoulder. 

"Piss off" I grunted in annoyance. I regretted it though, when I turned around saw it wasn't who I thought it was.

"Gee I'm sorry" Niall said and readjusted his bag on his shoulder. 

His hair was a little more messier today, as if he left it as it was after he got out of bed. 

"I'm sorry, Brandon was getting on my nerves" I explained a little more kindly. Niall smiled softly back and took a step closer. He kissed my cheek. His eyes went down and he immediately saw my hand, wrapped in a bandage. 

"What happened to your hand?" He asked astounded and grabbed it. It hurt, a lot and I winced. "Shit, sorry" I pulled my hand away and held it close to myself. "Lou, what happened?" 

"Don't worry about it?" I muttered and turned around to close my locker. 

"Lou, I am going to worry about it. Your hand is in a bandage" he gripped my shoulder lightly and turned me around. He lifted my chin so I faced him, all I could see was worry and concern. "If you got into a fight with someone all I care about is if you're okay" I had never heard someone say that before. 

"Niall, please, just don't worry about it" I pleaded. He sighed deeply. 

"I would perfer it if you told me" he said. "But you're not going to, and that's fine" he pecked my lips. "I'll see you later" he stepped aside and went to leave.

"Wait" he turned back. "Do you think I can stay tonight? I, um, I don't want to stay home" Niall's face softened. I could feel his answer would be no. 

"Lou, I love you and I love spending time with you, but I think we need to have less time apart" I sighed sadly. I knew he was going to say that. 

"Yeah, I understand, I'll crash at someone else's" I pushed myself away from the lockers and walked down the hall leaving Niall behind.

I could just imagine the look of confusion on his face, and probably the hurt. I did just walk away from him, and I was harsh, but I wasn't in the mood. I needed him, and I couldn't go to one of the other guys house's, I could, I just don't want to.

I continued walking down the hallway, blocking out everything and everyone, just wanting the day to over already so I could go hide out somewhere and be alone. I do have that plastic bag in my bag...

"Lou" Niall's beautiful voice said softly, it pulled me from my thoughts. I turned and saw his soft blue eyes looking into mine. They seemed to look bigger through his glasses. "I'll make a deal with you" 

I turned to look at him properly. He took my bad hand, in his, but he was careful not to hurt it. It was hard because the slightest touch hurt. "What type of deal" I sounded as if I were on the verge of tears again. 

"You come with me to see the nurse and you can come 'round tonight. But not this weekend" I bit my lip. "Lou, I'm worried. You turn up today looking like crap and with a busted hand" 

"Fine, I'll go to the nurses office. But I fixed it up last night" I insisted. Then the next question came. What did I do to it in the first place. "I punched a mirror" Niall stopped and I did too. "I was a little mad" 

He smiled sadly at me and pushed open the door to the nurses office, he just ignored the office workers, that made me wonder how often he came in here. 

"Hi Delilah" he smiled. "My friend here seems to have gotten into a problem" she smiled warmly at me and gestured as both over as she greeted Niall, like they were best friends. 

"Louis right?" she asked. I nodded. "Niall's mentioned you, come sit, let's have a look what you've done" 

I looked to Niall warily but he nodded, so walked over to her and sat down on the chair in front. I held out my hand and she unwraped the bandage, I winced at the touch. Niall was hovering over me watching every move that was made. 

When the bloodied bandage was off and placed in the bin, Delilah examined my hand carefully. It was bruised, swollen and lightly covered in blood. 

"Louis dear, what did you do?" I didn't answer, it was quiet for a moment, then Niall spoke up and told her. "Why?" she continued.

The bell went and I convinced Niall to leave. I didn't want him to hear what I had to say, not now. I probably wouldn't even tell Delilah. 

Niall left and Delilah looked at me sadly. "Louis, you could have done serious damage to your hand doing what you did" she told me, disappointment in her voice and she didn't even know me. "It hurts right?" I nodded. 

"Yeah, especially when it's touched." she nodded.

"I think there's some glass stuck in there still, but it seems you tried to clean the wound" I nodded. "At least you did that" she smiled and walked off to grab tweezers. "This will hurt quite a bit" she warned as she looked at my hand before pulling out small pieces of glass. 

I cursed, quite a lot, and she didn't even flinch at the fowl language I used. A few minutes later she was cleaning my wound again, and I was still cursing. 

"Louis, this is probably none of my buisness, but what made you punch a mirror?" 

"It's not your business" I snapped. She sighed but continued her job.

"It's confidential" she said and tapped the bandage up. "Whatever is said here I can't tell anyone" 

"I'm sorry" I apologised. "But I can't say" 

A/N What do you think? Why do you think Louos's parents hate him? 

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