Watch Over You (Zarry) *Going Through Major Editing - On Hold*

Chapter Nine

He looks up at me with surprise, before Niall steels his attention. Da*n Niall. "Edward? That's his middle name. Who are you? How do you know my boyfriend?" He turns to Harry. "Is he a bad kid from your past? Should I be worried?" Harry looks at me expectantly and I set him down. I wish I was still holding him. He felt perfect in my arms. Harry walks over to Niall. "He's not from my past, so don't worry okay? I have a few things to sort out, so if you'll just give Zayn and I a minute." He looks at me, silently asking if it's okay for us to go talk somewhere. I nod my head and walk the other way. He starts to follow. "Harry wait! Where are you going?!" Harry runs back up to him. "I'll be fine Nialler. If I'm late for class don't wait for me. Don't worry." He pecks Niall's lips. "Love you." He says, before starting to walk away. "I love you too! Be careful babe!" Niall yells. Don't call him babe. Harry runs to catch up to me. "Is that James?" I ask. I already know the answer. He blushes and looks down. "Yeah, about that... In case you haven't caught on, my name isn't Edward. Well, it is, just not my first name. My name is Harry, and yes, that was James. But his name is really Niall." "Well, why would you lie to me Harry?" I ask, trying to sound intimidating and friendly at the same time. He looks up and shrugs. "I've always lied about everything." He mumbles. I decide not to push it farther. I already know anyway. "Okay, so anything else that you lied about that I should know?" He thinks. His thinking face is cute. "My best friend's name is Louis, but that's pretty much it." I nod, and we keep walking in silence. "Zayn?" He asks. I look over at him. "I um, could we keep the whole, um well..." He looks at his feet. "I won't tell anyone that you cut Harry. It's not my secret to tell." He looks back up into my eyes. I give him a smile that he returns weakly. "Thanks." He wispers, returning his gaze to the ground. I don't reply, and we keep walking. "So, are you new here then?" He asks me, breaking the unconfortable silence. "Yeah, I just moved here recently." I lie. He nods. "I've lived here since I was 12." I nod. "So, why did you move here?" I glance behind me. Liam is following us, unseen. Nosey a*s hole. I look back to Harry. He is scratching at his da*n wrist again! Before I can stop myself, I grab his arm and pull it down to his side. He looks up at me shyly. "Sorry." He wispers so quietly I almost didn't hear him. "It's fine, just stop doing it." He nods, returning his gaze to the ground. "Look at me." I wisper. He looks up, confusion shining in his eyes. "You should always look at people when speaking to them. It's rude if you don't." He nods and I smile. We hear the bell ring in the distance. "We're late." He says. I shrug, then Liam runs out of the trees, pretending that he wasn't there the whole time. "Zayn mate!" He yells, pretending to be out of breath as if he had been running for a long time. He bends over and acts as if he's catching his breath. He's a really good actor. He stands straight. "I've been looking for you everywhere! We're late." He pretends to just notice Harry. "Who's this?" "H-Harry." He slowly reaches a hand out, hesitating whether or not he should. Liam nods and takes the offered hand. "Liam, nice to meet you. Now lets go. We are all late." We start walking to the building. The walk is silent. We get to the doors. "Harry, could you show us to the office?" Liam asks politely. Harry nods and starts to walk. We follow. I notice how he constantly looks in all directions, as if making sure it's safe. By the look on Liam's face, he noticed too. Harry stops infront of a door. "Well, this is it. It was nice talking to you, maybe I'll see you around." He looks to the ground. Confusion covers Liam's features. "Aren't we friends?" Harry looks up, surprise written on his face. "Well, I just thought- um. You seem like the type to be popular, and- Look, if you want to survive, stay away from me. As much as I apreciate your friendship offer, I don't think being my friend is good for you." "But why? I want to be your friend Harry." Liam says gently. "Listen, I'm the gay kid. I'm at the bottom. I get bullied everyday. You two could easily be popular and avoid all that. But you can't be friends with me to do that." "We don't want fake friends who are popular. We want real friends like you." I say. The look in his eyes is a mixture of surprise and excitment. "O-okay." Liam sticks out a hand. "Friends?" Harry takes it and nods. "Friends." A huge smile takes over his face. We all stand there for awhile, before Harry speaks up. "You guys should go before you get into trouble. I have to go to science. I'd wait for you guys, but Niall is probably freaking out." We nods. He smiles one last time, then turns around and walks the other way. We enter the office. A lady looks at us, suspision in her eyes. "What did you boys do for trouble?" "N-nothing. We're new here." "Oh. Are you Zayn Mlik and Liam Payne?" We nod, and she takes out two scheduals, and hands them to us, along with two school maps. "Find your way. Goodbye." We leave the office. "Bit*h." Liam mumbles, I nod my head in agreement. "Today is just a tour, so we can watch Harry instead if you want." Liam says. "Nah, we need to find our classes. What do you have first?" He looks at his paper. "Science, with Mr.Smith. Isn't that Harry and Niall's class?" A smiles grows on my face, and I nod. "Yes, and me too. Lets go." We walk to the clssroom, using the maps to find our way. We peek inside the window. I hear Liam gasp. Harry has a kid backed into a corner, and appears to be yelling at him. We open the door a crack to hear. "-EVER PLACE ANOTHER HAND ON MY NIALL AGAIN! DO YOU UNDERSTAND?!" The kid nods, and Harry backs up. "Good." The kid runs to his seat. Harry still looks really angry. Niall places a hand on his shoulder. "Calm down. It was just a push Harry." Harry suddenly turns. "I'm taking a break before I punch somone. Please come with me. I don't trust you here with these people." Niall nods, and they walk to the door. The teacher doesn't even try to stop them. "Wait." Harry suddenly says, turning back to his desk. Niall stands at the door. Harry walks up, and grabs a paper. The room is deathly silent. He walks to the teacher, and thrusts the paper into his hands. "My essay." He says through gritted teeth, before walking back to Niall, grabbing his hand, and leaving the room. They don't even notice us as they sit on the hallway floor. Me and Liam turn unseen, so we can watch. Niall sits in Hary's lap. "Harry, what was that? You used to never explode in class, and now it's been twice in two days." Harry takes a deep breath. "Niall, as much as I love having you here, you need to go back to Darces." (A/N I totally just made that school name up in less then five seconds) "Harry no!" "Niall, listen to me. At Darces you were safe. You aren't safe here. He pushed you Niall. You could have gotton hurt. I know that you transfered to be with me, but you need to go back to your private school." "Harry, please just let me be here. I want to be with you. I can handle the bullies." Harry sighs again. "Niall, please go back, for me. I can't stand to see you cry one more time because of these jerks. Besides, you know that your mum wants you to go back." Niall sighs this time. "Look Harry, I'll- I'll give Darces some thought. Okay?" He leans down and connects their lips. They pull apart. "Fine, just, promise me you'll think about it." The bell rings. Niall nods, and rises, offering Harry a hand. Harry takes it and Niall pulls him up. Their hands stay connected. "Do you think you can stay, or should we just go home?" Niall asks. "As good as going home and cuddling sounds, we have a history test. Besides, we skipped yesterday, and I don't want you to get a reputation like mine with the principal." Niall nods, just as everyone starts to pour from the classrooms. "Today should be fun." Liam mumbles, before becoming seen. I do the same, and follow his path to Harry and Niall. He walks up to them. "Hey. I'm sorry if I'm ruining a moment or something, but do you mind if Zayn and I join you on your way to the next class? Maybe you could show us where room A158 is?" Harry smiles. "That's where we are going. And don't worry, you didn't interpt anything." "Um, Harry? Who are these people? Isn't he the guy from earlyer?" "Oh Niall, I forgot to tell you. This is Liam, and that's Zayn. They're my new friends." Niall's ears perk up at the word friends. They must not use that word very offen while talking about Harry. "Hello. I'm Niall." He sticks his hand out. Liam takes it, and gives it a firm shake. "Nice to meet you." Niall nods, and releases Liam's hand. Harry's arms snake around his waist. Just then I realize that we are standing in the middle of a crowded hallway, blocking people. The others seem to notice too, and we start walking. "Wait, I have to ask something." NIall says out of the blue. Liam nods, telling him to continue. "You guys aren't homophobic right? Because if you haven't figured it out, Harry and I are more than friends." Liam laughs. "Don't worry. I'm pretty sure both Zayn and I aren't comepletely straight either." I blush, and Harry laughs. "Nice color Zayn, but maybe you shoud ease it up a little." I glare playfully at him, and we stop infront of a classroom. Harry and Niall seem very tense. "What's the matter?" I ask. "Ms. Jones is homophobic, and shows her thoughts on Niall and I quite clearly." Liam nods in understanding, before pushing open the door. We all sit at a table together, and the teacher walks in. Her eyes land on our table, and she glares. She claps for attention. "Styles, get up. I will not have you and Mr.Horan at the same table, spreading your rainbows everywhere. Go to the island." Liam and I gasp. Harry grabs Niall's hand, gives it a squeeze, then gets up, and walks to a lone desk in the corner of the room. "Is that even aloud?" Liam wispers. I shrug, and look at Niall. He looks upset as he watches Harry get situated. I pat his arm awkwardly. I may be jealous of him sometimes, but being gay and having a homophobic teacher must really suck. He looks at my hand, meets my eyes, and offers a shy smile, before turning his attention to the board. "Today is going to be a long day." Liam mumbles, before the teacher starts droning on about some math theory. "Definatly."

(A/N What did you think? Sorry this is so short, and sorry it sucks. I'm tired, and I had to deal with my family all day... Please give me your feedback, I NEED IT!)