A Millions Roses | | L.S AU

Chapter Four

"Can't you see me now? I think i'm falling, i'm falling for you."

Chapter Four; Spare

Harry walked into the dirty halls of his school, stopping at his locker as the first bell rang loudly. He pulled out his journal and his binder, and pushed his backpack into the open space of the locker. Harry only ever enjoyed his creative writing class, because he wasn’t a bad writer, he was actually pretty good at it. He slammed his locker shut, hearing the second bell ring and groaning too himself as Niall bumped him in the hall.

“Sorry. Harry is it?” He apologized, picking up the curly haired boy’s journal from the ground. Niall Horan, with the baby blue eyes and the contagious laugh. The one on the footie team, who has lots of friends and a beautiful girlfriend. Harry couldn't believe that he was actually talking to him and not making fun of him.

“Yeah, thanks.” Harry mumbled, grabbing his journal as the blonde stood there awkwardly and gave him a small smile.

“Hey, we have the same class, should we just walk together?” Niall asked, his crystal blue eyes so bright. They weren’t like Louis’ but they were still so nice. He bit at his non-exsistant nails as he waitied for a reply and Harry just gaped at him.

Harry wanted to burst out in laughter because this had to be a joke right? why would anyone, especially Niall Horan want to hang out with him? even if it is just walking to class? Harry didn't even think Niall knew they shared a class. Harry just stared at the boy as they walked, causing the blonde to shake his head and laugh. Harry didn’t know what he was expecting to happen, but he didn’t have friends besides Perrie, so it was weird that anyone talked to him.

“I've always thought your bracelets were cool.” Niall admitted, sparking up small talk as they walked. Harry looked down and played with the strap of the blue one he had gotten from Perrie, the one that said Best friend in big white letters. He never took it off. “Especially this one.” He lifted Harry’s hand, pointing at the bright green Nirvana bracelet that was loose on his wrist.

“You like Nirvana?” Harry smiled, eyes bright as they talked and walked toward the classroom. Harry just kept thinking to himself; wow Niall is so cool, unfortunately their conversation was cut short quickly, as the teacher eyed the two boys.

“Well, Goodmorning too the two the of you.” Mr. West , their creative writing teacher said. He had on large glasses, shaped into squares and his brown eyes were set in a glare.

“Hello sir.” Harry said quietly, looking down at his feet. He didn't make an effort to move because he knew they'd get scolded for being late.

“Why are you late too my class? You’re juniors, it’s time to get it together. Especially at this time of year.” He shook his head disapprovingly. “Take your seats please.”

Harry walked to the back of the room, and surprisingly Niall followed quietly, taking the seat beside him. “Sorry.” He whispered with a chuckle, and Harry smiled back at him. He wondered if Niall was like this all the time. Bubbly, and amazing. Did this make them friends? Harry wasn’t sure, but he sure hoped so because he liked having friends.

“So, when you’re expressing yourself through writing. You have to make the reader feel what you’re feeling while writing it. You have to pull them into your world. Make them emotional, mad, sad, happy. When you unlock emotion, you own the world around you.” Mr.West mused, pacing around the front of the room like a mad man, but everything he said was true. Even as he pushed his large glasses up on his nose, and his brown eyes scanned the room. He pushed at his styled brown hair and Harry could see why the girls thought he was attractive. He was lanky and toned, and his eyes were such a deep brown.