The Light To My Darkness

Chapter 3

A/n : this is going to be a supernatural story, just wanted to introduce everyone first :)

When Harry woke up lying on the bathroom floor the next morning he couldn't remember what had happened the night before all he remembers was a glowing yellow but everything else was a blur. He brushed it off thinking he just had a weird dream and ended up in the bathroom somehow. After he had convinced himself that he is in fact alright, he got up and got ready for another boring day at school. Harry was so not feeling it today. He got into his car quickly and drove to school after consuming his breakfast because today was the first day of school and even though school bored him to no end, he was excited to see what classes he would be in for his junior year. Yes, he was actually a Junior, most people were 17 by now, but Harry started school earlier than most and so he ended up being one of the youngest in his grade. Harry didn't really have many friends, he more or less had acquaintances because he was an introvert and kept mostly to himself. He only had one really close friend and that was Niall Horan. Even though Harry only met the Irish lad at the end of sophomore year, they had quickly become good friends and the usual summer where Harry would do nothing soon turned into hanging out with his friend and playing video games. Harry wouldn't admit it to anyone, but he really didn't like being alone all the time, he actually like being around people and being his goofy self. But not many people knew about that side of him and they immediately thought he was weird. The only person who saw through it was Niall and Harry didn't know what to do at first when the blonde boy had suddenly said, "you don't actually like being alone and I can tell, and I just got here like yesterday and we have no idea who the other is, but hey I don't like being alone either so wanna be friends?," he said in a thick Irish accent. Harry stood with his mouth open for a good thirty seconds wondering how this stranger could've possibly known he hated being alone after just meeting him, whereas kids he went to school with have no idea. Harry went over the question in his head and thought what the hell why not? before mumbling "sure," as the blonde boy engulfed him a hug. "Names Niall by the way," he had said "Harry," and so they have been friends ever since. Harry smiled at the memory before walking into school and passing the lockers with his eyes aimed at the ground. He just was not in the mood and did not want to look at all the weird looks people constantly gave him. His thoughts were interrupted as he suddenly ran into someone. Harry was angry for a moment before looking up and seeing these ocean blue eyes that you could get lost in if you looked hard enough. Harry was taken aback at the strength he saw in those eyes as well as the yellow sunflower he seemed to have around his iris. Harry thought it was beautiful. Harry had been having thoughts like these lately about other guys and girls as well but he couldn't help but himself drawn to both, he just hadn't yet figured out if he wanted to put a label or not yet and the only person to tell would be Niall. As Harry noticed the boy was on the ground he realized his mistake, "oops!" not a second passed before the boy said "hi." Harry chuckled and helped him up. "Sorry about that mate, I tend not to look where I'm going most of the time before wham! I'm smacking into someone." The boy looked amused and said, "not a problem really, I wasn't quite looking either so you could say were both at fault." Harry had never seen this boy before and he knew almost everyone in the school. He knew this boy was either new or just stayed in the shadows. "You're new here aren't you?," Harry blurted before he could think about it. The stranger looked surprised and a bit on the angry side. Well someone is definitely sensitive, Harry thought. "Yeah I am, but why does it matter to you?" he snapped back sassily. Harry then studied this stranger with even more curiosity than before at his tone of voice. "Well are you just going to stare or are you going to tell me your name?" He snapped again, and this time Harry chuckled but then the boy seemed to regret snapping on him, "The names Harold Edward Styles, but most people just call me Harry," Harry replied sarcastically. The boy looked relieved as he said, "Pleasure to meet you Harold, my name is Louis William Tomlinson." Harry looked at the boy again before he burst into laughter, who can use such a posh tone of voice and stay completely straight-faced and serious? Harry returned the handshake only to feel almost a current of electricity run through him and both of them had jumped back surprised. Harry actually thought it felt good and wanted to feel it again but right now he was too busy staring at the beautiful strang- no Louis, and couldn't help but notice that the boy looked as if he was a lightbulb because he was glowing so bright and Harry saw that the sunflower in his eyes had become impossibly brighter after the touch as well. Harry continued staring until the bell rang and he jumped and realized what he was doing was probably freaking the boy out. As he turned to walk away the small hands grabbed his wrist and the same current ran through him and the only thing he thought was woah I could used to this. "Do you happen to know where Mr. Williams class is?" questioned Louis. Harry looked at his own schedule seeing the building number and room and seeing that he had the same class, "Yeah I'm heading that way now, looks like I'll be see more of you Mr. Tomlinson." Harry winked and began to walk away with Louis trailing behind him. Oh I can't to see what's going to happen this year, Harry thought mischievously.