Narry Story

Chapter 4

Niall's Pov:

The next morning when I wake up, I was in so much pain.

From the running, and getting nailed in the nose.

It hurt a fuck ton.

I got dressed quickly, and tenderly probed my nose.

I could imagine how swollen it was, and just hoped it wasn't as bad as I thought.

I didn't want pity from the soccer team.

I had thrown on flannel and zip up hoodie over it.

Paired with jeans, and sneakers, I was ready to go.

I walked down the sidewalk, kicking the pebble like every other morning.

I kept shivering, even though I had two jackets on.

I was always freezing.

But it was worth it, to be skinny.

That was all I ever wanted.

As I wasn't paying attention like always, a car pulled up beside me.

At first I thought it was a kidnapper or something.

I could see the headlines now.

"Fat blonde haired boy dies on the side of the street."

But then they beep the horn, and against my better judgement look up.

The black haired boy from yesterday is driving, and I can see Harry's face peeking out too.

"Hey you want a ride?," The black haired boy asks.

I was speechless, and just stayed silent.

This had to be a joke or something.

Since when did the soccer players care about me?

They had never said two words to me, since yesterday.

So I just kept walking, but the car kept following me.

This time Harry called out.

"Niall come on you can't walk to school." "It's freezing," Harry points out.

The offer was tempting I had to admit, a warm toasty car.

But I couldn't let any of them in.