Always You

chapter 1

Here he is, a well-known university in England.
Oxford University.

The neck-length curly haired boy walked leisurely. His brown boots made a soft sound every time his feet hit the ground. A small black duffel bag hung comfortably on his back.
The white arms hugged several thick books to the chest.

"Harry!"

Someone's voice called him from the right, the curly head turned, "Oh hey, Niall!"

Niall ran to Harry. His fake blonde hair that defied the rules of gravity swayed slightly in the wind. Niall James Horan. The boy who was shorter than this was originally from Ireland, but since he was a baby he had been brought back and forth from Ireland to England and had chosen to stay. Harry was his best friend since diapers. He stopped beside Harry.

"We have class together, Haz!" He said excitedly, he always was.

"Yes, English class, right." Harry continued on his way to his class followed by Niall. Well, to be honest he didn't have to take English classes. He is of British blood, it should be a language he speaks by heart. But as everyone on campus knew, Harry was a hardworking young man who respected everyone.

Treat People With Kindness, he says. And of course, the campus residents didn't know Harry's little secret. His hobby. His favourite.

Today is Thursday. Beginning of the month. The perfect time to enjoy your youth, your wallet is still there.

"Ni, want to hang out with me today? I'm going to basecamp today." Harry said with a sweet smile, looking forward to finishing today's lecture.

"You go there every day if you forget," Niall rolled his eyes, chuckling affectionately, "Of course I'll come if I may-"

"Thank you--"

"But I will not participate in your strange activities!"

Harry gasped in surprise, then laughed quite loudly, and also quite sweetly?

"I'm not asking you to do that, Ni! It's only done by professionals!" Harry proudly smiled "And you are not professional at all!"

Niall glared at Harry who was teasing with his eyebrows raised and down. Niall pouted "It's not a matter of being professional or not. But strange or not."

They entered a class that was already filled by several people.

"No." Harry sat on the far left bench, near the window, "I told you, I'm comfortable with the activity. I know it's very strange but, like-" Harry put his thick book on the table, looking at Niall who had just sat down, "Like you fell love and you can't come back again." Say Harry dramatic.

Niall made a silly face "But you hang out with thugs, Haz" Niall said, tired of repeating the same sentence every day.

"You know I'm not that kind of person. I'm just interested in what they do and I think it's really cool."
Harry took off his backpack "I want that too!" He said excitedly.

"Never mind, there's no point in arguing with you." Niall took out his textbook just as a female lecturer came and said hello.

Harry didn't answer anymore, he knew no one could disturb and stop him from doing his favourite activities. He smiled contentedly.

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The lecturer's greeting filled the entire campus room before he finally left, a sign that class was over.