Narry Story

Chapter 3

Niall's Pov:

My legs felt like they were going to collapse, but I ran far away from Harry.

Getting involved with him, would do me no good.

Taking a minute to catch my breath, I walked into my class.

Out of habit, I put my head down avoiding everyone.

I was a fat tub of lard, and I didn't want to see their stares.

So I just paid attention to the lesson, even though I was eager, to just run away the pain.

I needed to burn calories anyways, good thing I hadn't eaten anything.

In days in fact, all I had eaten was an apple.

Just so my stomach would stop growling.

Gum helped too, and I shoved a piece in my mouth.

To distract myself from the noise, I was sure everyone had heard.

But nobody looked at me, so maybe not.

Class was finally over, and so was the school day.

I was eager to avoid Harry, and quickly walked down to the track.

There was a locker room close by, and I slipped into my shirt and shorts once again.

Hopefully I wouldn't ruin it with my clumsiness again.

So I plugged my earbuds into my ears, stretched, and started running.

The air was cool and crisp.

But I didn't feel it, just how many calories I was burning.

"Keep going tubby," Ana sneers in my ears.

So I deep, even though my legs were burning.

I kept pushing myself, and had lost track of how many laps I had ran.

But I was focused, and that's all that mattered.

As I was running the twenty millionth lap, or so it felt like it, the boys from the football team were crossing the field.

Harry was one of them of course.

Wow was I really fucking oblivious.

How had I never known this?

Meanwhile, I had realized I had been staring for too long.