The Paper Airplane

Chapter 7

"Hi, again.

I think the first thing you should know is that I'm not homophobic. I hate homophobic people, too.

Also, what's the time you usually come here? This sounds weird and I'll explain it some day, if we continue talking. You don't have to talk to me, you can just ignore me, I'm weird anyway.

P.S. I would rather not share personal informations, but I can say my gender so you feel comfortable. I'm a boy and I'm 16. that's all I'm going to give you :)"

Harry looked at what he has written. He can't go back, it's hard to take the marker off of the metal. Well, I guess that's it, I can't change it much.

At first he wanted to say that he's been questioning himself about his sexuality too, so he can make the person feel more comfortable, but then he realized that's over sharing. I mean, he doesn't even know who the person is. Then, he wanted to write about his social anxiety and explain why he wouldn't like to meet them in person, but then he realized he doesn't know if the person wants to talk to him or even respond to him. He somehow wrote a shorter version and hoped he didn't over-share anything.

He packed his stuff and ran back to school. He'll meet Niall there and then he'll ask him what he'll wear on the party tonight. He never goes to parties so he doesn't know what to wear.

Niall was standing in front of school, where Harry expected him to be. What he didn't expect was - Niall wasn't alone. There were three other boys next to him. As he was getting closer, he realized he knew who the boys are. Louis, of course. Can anything on this world go without him? The two other guys had the same smirk they had when they first met him. Why are they all staring? More importantly, why is Louis staring? He never looks at him. Even when he talks, he tries not to make an eye contact with Harry. Niall walked pass Louis, whispering something in his ear and then continued walking towards Harry. Louis rolled his eyes.

"Shut up!" he yelled. Niall laughed, but didn't look back. He was looking at Harry, laughing. Harry couldn't help it, so he laughed too. Just the sight of Niall barley managing to walk  because of how hard he's laughing and Louis yelling because everyone, including two boys who's names Harry forgot, were laughing, was too funny for Harry to stay "bored - faced".

"Harry! You're laughing!" Niall said, his voice high pitched. He put his hand on Harry's shoulder and took a deep breath.

"You good?" Harry asked, trying to stop laughing himself. Niall nodded fighting his laughter.

"What was that funny?" Harry asked, but the second he said that, Niall started laughing even more. He looked at Harry, his eyes full of tears. He showed on Louis with his finger.

"He, um, I told him-" he started but couldn't finish. He burst into laughter.

"You know, it doesn't matter," Harry patted him on the back. He knew he should probably say hi to the boys, but his social anxiety didn't allow that. He waited for Niall to stop laughing.

"Okay, sorry. That was just too funny. Anyways, I decided on what you asked me today," his voice was still really weird, it sounded as if he... well, laughed for last 10 freaking minutes.

"Oh, and?"

"I'll help you with the person who hides under the stadion stand and you'll go to the party," he said quietly, almost whispering.

Harry already knew Niall would agree, so he mentally got ready for tonight. He smiled.
"Thank you,"

Niall nodded. He looked towards Louis and the boys and waved to them.

"See you tonight!" he yelled. They yelled the same back and Niall started walking. Harry's shoulders fell. He didn't have to talk to them. At least not right now. He felt their eyes on him. He tried not to look at them, but their sights were burning him. His eyes met Louis' eyes. He didn't have any expressions on his face. He didn't look angry, but he didn't look happy either. Harry looked at him in the same manir and then glanced at two other boys. They looked at him, then at each other. Whatver's going on, it didn't seem interesting to Harry, so he looked at Niall.