“Well?” Louis raised an eyebrow at me as I sauntered over towards him after class. I think he could tell that I was in a much better mood than before.
I looked down, concealing my small smile that crept onto my lips as I thought about the boy I had just briefly met.
“Well what?” I retorted.
“You’re awfully cheery-looking at the moment. Unusual, really,” Louis narrowed his eyes at me as though he suspected something.
“Can’t a fellow be happy every now and then?”
“Not if that person is you. Come on, mate, I haven’t seen you this happy-looking in years. Not since high school.”
I just stuck my tongue out at him and continued walking by his side, pushing the memories of my high school experience out of my mind for the moment.
Suddenly, Louis gasped and stopped dead in his tracks while clutching at his heart. He grabbed me quickly, making me stop. I looked at him as though he was mad, but he was just being his usual over-dramatic self.
“Um, can I help you?” I asked with a raised eyebrow and a smile on my face.
“You haven’t…” he trailed off.
“Um…I haven’t what?” I said with a look of confusion.
Louis gave me an evil smirk and continued walking at a pace that would make a snail seem fast.
“You met someone, haven’t you?” He asked, giving me the side-eye.
My eyes widened; I quickly looked down, shaking my head. “No…..” I trailed off. I knew he wasn’t going to believe me. Louis always saw though my bullshit. I guess that’s what made him such a great friend: he kept me grounded.
Louis stopped again.
“You’re such a git! I know you’re full of shit Haz! The only time I see you this happy is when you have a crush on someone! Who is he? Tell me everything!”
I chuckled, impressed by his persistence. “He’s just a guy in my art class, Lou.”
“Oh bullshit, Harry! He may be ‘just some guy in your art class,’ but whoever the bloke is, he’s making you blush like a school girl!”
“You’re such a twat, Lewis….”
“Oh, piss off!” Louis glared.
I laughed and shook my head at him.
“All I’m saying, Harold, is that if you did meet someone, I’d bloody well like to know!” Louis whined.
“Alright already! Damn Lou your, persistent!” I let out a deep breath. “I-did-meet-someone-and-yes-I-have-a-crush-on-him,” I said as though it were one giant word.
Louis squealed.
“But…” I trailed off.
Louis stepped closer.
“No buts, Harold. Spit it out already.”
“But I barely said two words to the bloke and I’m sure he thinks I’m a total nutter! He walked in and all I did was stare at him like some bloody psycho!”
After spitting all of that out, I felt a bit lighter. Like it had secretly been bothering me all day and I didn’t feel it until now, really.
Lou chuckled and clapped me on the shoulder.
“Oh, my dear Hazzy, you are too cute.”
With that, we kept walking and eventually reached our flat. Once inside I hurried towards my bedroom, eager to be alone yet again.
“I’ve got homework to do Lou; I’ll just see you in the morning.”
Louis nodded and I quickly escaped to my room.
I lied.
What teacher gives homework on the first day of school??
Instead, I flopped down on my bed. I laid there, feet hanging off the side, entrapped in thoughts of earlier.
I couldn’t help but wonder what Niall had thought of me. I convinced myself that he was just being friendly towards me and that him approaching me meant absolutely nothing more than that.
I plugged in my iPod in an effort to ease my mind. A song that I loved came on and soon I was lost in the music.
As I stared at the ceiling in complete darkness, a wave of peace started to wash over me. Before the song had finished, I had departed safely from this world and into the world of my dreams.
That night, those dreams were filled with Niall.
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Promise Me (N.S.)
Fanfic“Promise me.” I couldn't look at him. My eyes were blinded by tears. He said it again; his voice was laced with desperation. “Promise me!” “I can’t!” “Why? Why cant you?! Give me one good reason!” “Because then that would mean that this is happening...
