The Paper Airplane

Chapter 4

"Shut up, lad!" Harry heard Louis yell, again. That guy didn't stop yelling whole day. He is walking through school with his popular friends. Harry didn't understand why does Louis need to be so loud. It's like he's the only person in the school - Harry only hears his annoying voice. It was time for a lunch break and Harry was heading to a spot he discovered yesterday. He can hide there from everyone. He doesn't need Niall or Louis. He just wants to be alone.

The spot where he's going to hide is under school stadium stands. It has plenty of space under and no one will find him there. He's going to check if anyone else goes there, but he's pretty sure no one does. I mean, who would like to sit in the dark dusty place for lunch? Except me.

Harry bent down and crawled under the seats. He took off his jacket and sit on it. He opened his backpack and took his sandwich. He wasn't even hungry. He tried to eat, tried to be positive about life, but he failed. He didn't like the new school. He had hope for it, but then the first thing he experienced before he even walked into school was an attack from Louis. He lost every hope. Niall seemed fun to him, but then he tried to make him closer to Louis so now Harry needs to hide from Niall too. He doesn't want to be forced next to Louis, or even look at him.

I like being alone. He tried making that happy feeling stay, but the thought of what he has to do, come back to school and people, it crept into his mind and his mood deteriorated again. He sighted and took out a marker out of his bag. He looked around, the underneath of the stand was huge. So many stair - like sits, so many space, but he picked one corner of the lowest stair. He wrote "I fucking hate this school and people in it" with big, red letters. He drew some doodles around it. It helped him a bit. Then he packed his bag and got out of his little hiding spot.

He walked into the school and immediately felt like everyone was watching. That's the problem. Everybody watches, but no one listens. No one cares. He felt tears in his eyes. Ugh, for God's sake stop crying you're so annoying. He rolled his eyes to himself, but he forgot the tears would fall. He panicked and started pretending as something got into his eye. He quickly walked to the bathroom. When he got in, he threw his bag on the floor and put his hands in his hair. Control. Emotions. Control. Yourself. He took few deep breaths.

He got lost inside his thoughts, so he didn't realize someone walked in. The guy looked at Harry and slowly walked to the toilet cabin, trying not scare or disturb him. When he got out of the cabin, he walked to Harry in the same manir, slowly and carefully. He put his hand on Harry's shoulder. Harry jumped in fright, ready to defend himself. He realized it wasn't Louis and his shoulders relaxed.

"Sorry for scaring you, mate. I wanted to check if you're alright," the guy said, with a specific accent.

"Oh, yeah, uh, I'm fine, um, I guess, thank you," Harry mumbled. The boy nodded.

"I'm Zayn, by the way, it's nice to meet you."

"Nice to meet you, Zayn. I'm Harry." Zayn made a face, narrowing his eyes and lifting his chin.

"Wh - what?" Harry asked.

"You're Harry. Harry Styles. The guy Louis doesn't stop talking about." Harry's cheeks got red. Who knows what Louis told Zayn. Probably something bad.

"Yeah, I have to go. Tell Louis I said hi," he said quickly and ran out of the bathroom. Say Louis I said hi!? Why the fuck did you say that? And what the fuck is that feeling I get every time someone says Louis' name?
He needed to run away. Anywhere. He wanted to hide somewhere, but he needed to be on classes. He had two more periods for the day so he decided he'll go to the classroom and try thinking about about anything else but what the hell just happened.

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Harry tried to ignore his thoughts whole day, but when he laid down that night, he couldn't stop thinking. Will Zayn really tell Louis he said hi? What and why did Louis talk about him? Why does Harry want to look good in Louis' eyes? What does Louis think about him? Why does he care? But, man, Louis does look good.

No, stop.

But he does.

He doesn't. Shut up. Sleep.

But -

Sleep.

And he did. He only needed to close his eyes. He didn't even realize how tired he was. He fell asleep in a second.

***

He didn't want to go to school. He didn't want to face reality. He didn't want to talk or see anyone. Not even his family, wich scared him in a specific way. He didn't want to change, but he wasn't strong enough to keep doing ususal things. He was tired of interacting. He apologized to Anne and Gemma for not talking with them and said he was "late for school". He actually wasn't. And he knew they knew that. But he couldn't bring himself to even look at them and lie them in their faces. He aslo didn't want to say anything about his current life, so he decided to just avoid everyone.

Niall was waiting on the beginning of the street. Fuck. He forgot Niall would wait for him. He took a deep breath. It's just Niall. And, of course, the same happened as last time he said "it's just Niall". Louis appear behind Niall. Why is Niall doing that? Harry got annoyed.

"I won't be going to school with you, if you're going to bring Louis with you all the time. You said we'll be alone" he said, getting closer and closer to Niall. He was spitting out the words through his teeth.

"Hey, man, chill out I didn't call or bring Louis," Niall said with his hands in the air. Harry looked behind Niall, again. Few feet away was standing Louis, pretending that he doesn't hear Harry or Niall.

"Oh, yeah? Well why the fuck is Louis stending in front of me, then?" he asked. Niall looked at him, confused. He turned around and then back to Harry.

"Harry, I swear I didn't call him. I didn't know he would come. I don't know why he's here. We'll find a new spot to meet tomorrow." Harry wanted to yell at Niall, but he realized he was really polite so he calmed down and nodded.

"Okay, let's just ignore the idiot," he said partly to himself, partly to Niall. Niall agreed and they started walking.

"Hey, curly, Zayn told me you wanted to see me?" Louis said when they walked pass him. And even though Harry really wanted to ignore Louis, something in him, something weird, couldn't manage to do so. He turned to Louis. Niall clapped his hands in disbelief.

"You just said we'll ignore him!" he said.

"I didn't want to see you. Actually I don't even want to share air with you. I just told him to tell you hi. I was sarcastic." He wasn't sarcastic. For some strange reason, he really wanted Zayn to do that. He didn't understand why. It's like he doesn't want and really wants to talk to Louis at the same time. Louis smiled at him. And there it is again. The feeling he wanted to beat out of himself. The warm, fizzy feeling.

"Well hi, then," Louis said. Harry rolled his eyes.

"Fuck off" he said and continued walking in front of him. Louis followed him. They argued the whole way to school until they all separated. Louis was two years older then Harry and Niall was a year older so they didn't go to the same grade or class.

Niall met Harry in the school hall when he was on his way to his hiding place for lunch.

"Hey, wanna spend lunch together?" Niall asked.

"Actually, I like spending it alone. But, if you need me, I'll be under the stadium stand. Don't tell anyone, it's my hiding place," Harry said quietly. He wasn't sure why he trusted Niall, but he, simply, did. Niall laughed.

"Alright, Harry, have a good time!" he said and walked to Louis. He talked with him the same way he talked with Harry. Harry didn't understand how could Niall do that. Louis is a bully!

He walked to his hiding place. He took his sandwich and started eating. He looked for a thing he wrote yesterday. He smiled when he realized no one washed it. It means they don't check under the stand. He looked at the sentence and studied the way he wrote it. He wanted to laugh at how annoyed he was yesterday, but then he saw a little messy handwriting next to his. He frowned and got closer to it. He read the sentence.

"Me too. Why do you hate it?"