"Whaddya wanna know." Niall said with a blush and a shrug.
"OI don't know, just like your back story and shit." Harry replied, smiling reassuringly.
"Um, well, um me and my dad moved to England 2 years ago, and I just moved schools cuz I was like kinda bullied." Niall admitted refusing to meet Harrys eye.
"Why were you bullied mate, you seem awesome!" Harry beamed and bumped the blond boys shoulder with his own.
"I don't know, I'm different and easy I guess." Niall again wouldn't look Harry in the eye.
"Different is cool though."
"Not my kinda different apparently, I mean not here at least. In Ireland everyone was cool with me." Niall muttered, a single tear escaping his shut eyes.
"Aw mate, don't worry, we'll look out for you, I've known you what 5 minutes and I already feel like I wanna fuck these bullying twats up!"
Niall looked up and Harry was faced with big, watery, crystal blue eyes watching him intently. A strange feeling grew in his stomach and a blush rushed to his cheeks.
"Sorry, people can say I'm a bit full on." Harry said, looking down but still blushing profusely.
"Full on is nice, I'm not used to people being nice and caring, sorry."
"Hey you don't need to apologise, silly."
"You know since moving to England this is the longest conversation I have had with someone other than my family. " Niall looked up through his eye lashes and caught the look of shock that changed Harrys face.
"Seriously." Was all Harry would say. Niall said nothing, just nodded and looked down again. Harry felt oblivious to the boys around him, the only thing he could see was this beautiful boy, with cute hair, braces and the most adorable eyes that were full of pained tears. Unable to stop himself, Harry grabbed the older boy and pulled him into his lap, playing with his hair and telling him he was sorry and was going to make it all better. Harry had never felt such a strong need to protect someone as he had with Niall, as soon has he first saw the blond he knew something was different. Maybe it was the was he held himself, shoulders drooped as if he were trying to curl in on himself. Harry looked down at the boy sobbing silently on his lap and noticed he was stroking several deep scars on his wrist, the green eyed boy made a note to keep and eye on that, but not let Niall know. He didn't want to let his feelings show. After all he had known the boy less than an hour and could already imagine spending forever with him.
