Good, bad and insane

chapter one

Harry's pov

I stared at the clock as the little hand moved round. Only three more minutes until class was dismissed. This isn't the first time I started day dreaming in class. All I could think about his getting to go to Niall's house after school. Niall and I have always been friends even as babies. I remember Niall always tended to take my food, but I would just laugh with a dimpled smile across my face.

"Mr.Styles?" A voice said that woke me up from my gaze on the clock.

"Yes, Mrs. Emit?" I replied giving her a glare.

"If you have been paying attention you would know the answer to this question. Where was The Declaration of Independence signed?" She questioned.

"At the bottom." I replied with a smirk planted on his face as chuckles came from the classroom and a full blown laugh from Niall.

"I've had it with your att-" she started but was cut off by the bell ringing. Everyone stood up and stormed out of the classroom including me.

"You got a lot of guts bro." Niall said coming up behind me with his arm around my shoulder.

"She wanted the answer so I gave it to her." I said smiling as I pushed my hand though my head of curls.

"Meet me at my locker then it's my place for video games." Niall said smiling.

"You bet." I said grinning kicking the bottom of my locker as it flies open. I quickly grabbed my backpack and stuffed my jacket I wore to school inside along with my notebook. I zipped it up and I headed towards locker number 193. Niall was already standing there with his bag around his shoulders.

"Let's go." Niall said as we walked out of the building to Niall's car. He had a BMW black convertible. It was a nice ride. I on the other hand don't have my license yet.

"Wanna listen to Taylor Swift?" Niall asks me.

"Do you have Doors or The Who?"

"Get your head out of those old bands you listen to and get into the Swift." Niall said popping in the CD and turning it to the song Shake It Off. I have nothing against Taylor Swift but there was just something about her music I don't enjoy.

Not before long we arrived to his house. Niall's house isn't just a normal house it is giant. Seven bed rooms and even a screening room.

"Mum?" Niall shouts out.

"Quit shouting Ni. Hey Harry it's nice to see you."

"Well it's always pleasure mom." Niall answers as we walk upstairs. Niall and his mum where never really close because she was more on the strict side. Niall reaches down to turn on his X-Box as my ringtone, knee socks by the Arctic Monkeys, starts playing.

"One Sec." I say to him as he looks through his thousands of games.

"Hello?" I say into the phone.

"Get your arse home now."

"Niall I didn't tell my mum I was coming over." I say covering the phone.

"I'll come to your funeral." Niall says.

"Sorry mum I meant to call, I was just talking to Niall and I kinda forgot." I say into the phone

"You know Harry this isn't the first time you've done this. I also got a phone call from Mrs.Emit today."

This isn't going to be good.

"You're coming home now." She said hanging up the phone. I look to see Niall is still messing with his X-Box looking for a game.

"Hey Ni, my mum is going to kill me. I gotta get home." I say to him as he looks up at me.

"C'mon man she can't be that mad." Niall says casually.

"Niall, Mrs.Emit called her." I say sighing sitting down on his purple bean bag.

"Oh no. She is going to give you hell. So what flowers do you want at your funeral?" Niall says jokingly.

"Not funny Ni. I gotta go." I say shoving my phone in my pocket.

"You want a ride?" Niall asks me as he stands up from the floor.

"No I'm going to walk." I say standing up.

"Alright man I'll catch ya later." He said slipping on his headphones and logging on to his game.

I walked down stairs without Niall's mum noticing and out the door. Thoughts raced in my head. This is it. She is going to really kill me this time. My mum usually never gets this angry. I kicked a small pebble as I walked along the sidewalk until I reached my house. I walk up to the porch and walk inside to the living room to be greeted by my kitty, Molly at my feet. I walk to see my mom sitting on the couch staring in my direction.

"Sit." She demands. I do as she told as she pulls out her phone.

"Hello Mrs.Styles this is Mrs.Emit. I was calling to inform you that your son is doing very poorly in my class. He never participates and I don't think I have received an assignment from him this entire grading period! Your son is very irresponsible and I think it would be best if you and I had an one on one conference. Thank you." The voicemail played.

I sat in silence for a moment.

"Mum let me explain..." I say.

"Save it Harry. I have come to a conclusion. You are getting a job." She spoke staring at me.

"A job? Where? At Nando's?" I question.

"This job I have selected for you will teach you responsibility and teach you to be grateful for you what you have." She said to me.

"Where?" I say making eye contact.

"Teen Psychiatric Hospital." She says.

"What..." I say speechless.

"You heard me. Everyday after school you will be going to work and help and talk to troubled teens and maybe you will learn there is a lot more to this world than just you." She spits.

"But you have to do an interview." I state. She reaches into her purse and pulls out a form and a pen.

"Tomorrow at 3:30. If you try to mess this up on purpose Mrs.Emit has also mentioned there is a military school academy that is admitting." She says as my heart drops.

"Military school...?" I say gulping.

"You heard me. Be ready for that interview." She says handing me the interview as she walked out of the room.