euphoric (n.s. AU)

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*Harry's POV*

The loud music continuously graced through the room as Niall gently danced along with it while attending to his job. He usually seemed so quiet and timid but the music made him happy. I take a mental note to play music more often. Once he sorts out all of the mail, he prances to my desk to announce it.

"All done! What should I do now?" He asks, a huge smile plastered across his face. I looked down and grinned to myself, subtly shaking my head.

"What are you planning on studying in college? Maybe if I had an idea on that I could give you jobs that slightly relate to that so you can be more prepared." I explain. His face lights up at the mention of college.

"Well if I pass, I'm going to take a comm class and a speech class, and probably a professional skills class and something else, haha." He explains, looking down.

"Hmm, a comm class? Are you going to work for a job that requires a lot of communication?" I question. He nods.

"I want to be a people person like I used to be." He whispers. I raise an eyebrow?

"What do you mean?"

"Well, before I met Zayn I used to be really outgoing but now I'm only used to being around him because that's the only person he allows me to see." He says before walking to the stereo and flickering through the channels until he selects one that's decent.

"Why does this "Zayn" lad get to call all of the shots?" I ask. He turns to me and shrugs.

"I have to listen or I'll get punished." He says before trembling and sitting on the top of his desk.

"Zayn's starting to sound more like father than a partner." I state. He looks at me and sighs.

"Isn't that what love is supposed to be like though? I mean that's what Zayn's always told me. That I have to listen to him all of the time. Oh, like that one time I was late! I had to fight with Zayn to let me come and then, oh, haha. I should probably stop rambling." He mumbles. I shake my head.

"No, please continue. I mean, if you'd like." I push he nods.

"Okay, well yeah. That's why I'm usually late. Its cause Zayn really doesn't like my leaving the house because he's scared I'll leave him." He explains. I can only hope that that bruise on his face didn't come from Zayn. I'd rather not question the boy about it right now, he seems touchy on the subject already.

"Oh." I say. He nods and giggles before opening his bottle of water and taking a drink. I feel sort of shitty because I had misjudged Niall. I thought he was always late because he was an ordinary teenage delinquent. He seems like a very good kid.

"Yeah, but Zayn is really sweet sometimes, like when I get home on time and when I tell him I love him. Because I do." He explains and I can't help but feel bad for him. Its obvious that he's stuck in an abusive relationship and cannot get out, I'm still not very keen about the large mark on his face, assuming its from the wall like he said.

"Well at least he loves you, right?" I ask. He smiles and nods eagerly. As if on cue, his phone rings and he jumps, slightly startled from the sudden vibration occurring in his pocket. He laughs at himself before taking his phone out and looking at me for approval to answer. I nod my head curtly and he smiles in return and answers.

"Hello?" He says, walking to the stereo to turn it down. I can't make out what the other line is saying, but Niall looks displeased.

"Oh, haha. But I'm actually kinda busy." He says into the phone, glancing at me. The voice on the other end was raised slightly, clearly not content with Niall's answer.

"Oh, um, well can't it wait?" He asks hopefully. His eyes suddenly become watery and he nods.

"Yeah, okay. That's fine." He mumbles before hanging up.

"Hey, uh, Mr. Styles?" He says, slowly walking towards me. I nod.

"I kinda have to go." He says barely over a whisper, his voice faltering. I nod, understanding. It was probably his mother. I feel slightly upset that he has to be dismissed early but I shake it away, I do enjoy his company. He picks up his backpack and walks to the door.

"Thank you Mr. Styles, I'll see you tomorrow." He says, wiping his eyes with the back of his hands. I send him a pity look and nod.

"Tomorrow, Mr. Horan." I reply, smiling to myself after he shuts the door.

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