Mr. Anti-love (Nouis love story)

Ch.3: My personal stalker

Niall POV

Why do all the teachers seem to hate me?! Why do they have to put me next to the sex god?!

Hold up there. Sex god?

No, I meant...potato head. Yeah that's it.

Really?

Ugh I don't know. Go away.

Peace at last.

Why do I feel like some one is watching me? I look around in search of my personal stalker.

Louis.

I stare back at him and we end up just staring at each other.

"Mr. Horan! Mr. Tomlinson!" Ms. Flack's voice causes us to break our stare.

"Would you like to continue staring at each other in the hall way or actually pay attention in my class?" She continued.

"Sorry Ms. Flack. It won't happen again." Louis answered for us.

"It better not." And with that being said, she continues her lesson.

"Ring!" I rushed out of class with Liam following close behind. I hurried to my locker and put my books in to go for lunch.

"Hey. What's up with you today? First, you stare at the new kid, Louis. Then you run out of class. Are you okay Niall?" Liam asks once he has caught up with me, putting his books away in his locker, which happened to be next to mine.

I just nodded at him, not wanting to speak.

He was used to it by now though and he just started walking to the cafeteria, knowing I would follow him.

Liam continues to try and make conversation even though I do not really answer him.

"Hi Liam! Coach is asking for you. Said something about a soccer match. C'mon we gotta go." A guy named Chase tells Liam. Chase is the star defender on our school team.

"Alright mate. Sorry bud. Will meet you in gym later, kay?"

"Sure." I say, just barely over a whisper. He then runs off with Chase to the field.

I'm no longer hungry, so I head outside.

"Hey fag!" I just ignore him.

"Hey! We're talking to you!"

Suddenly, I am slammed into the lockers next to me.

"What do you want Harry?" I spat in his face.

"Hey, why so harsh? We just wanted to play." He says with his signature smirk.

"Screw off"

Pain. That's all I feel for the next minute until...

"Hey! Stop it! What are you doing?" A sweet voice says.

"You must be new." Zayn speaks up.

"So what if I am? It has nothing to do with beating the poor kid up." Louis continues.

"You don't want to know him. He's just a gay faggot." Harry retorts.

No matter how many times I hear them, or anyone, call me that, it still hurts.

"So what if he is? That makes him no different than us besides who he loves."

I feel my heart warm as he says that. No one has ever spoken up for before besides Liam, but that's different, Liam is like my brother. But Louis? He has no reason to stand up for someone he doesn't know.

"Oh yeah lover boy? Well, watch this" With that Zayn punched my in the stomach and stood up to smirk at Louis. His face was almost red with anger as he punched Zayn in the face. Zayn stumbled back, shocked as not many dared to fight them. Louis, however, didn't stop there. He kneed Zayn where the sun doesn't shine and Zayn fell to the floor covering his crotch.

"Harry" With that, Harry walked up to Louis and threw a punch.

"Uh uh uh" Louis said mockingly with Harry's fist in a firm grip. That just infuriated Harry as he lifted his other arm to punch.

"Have you not learnt your lesson?" Louis smirked and effortlessly twisted Harry's arm backward behind his back and threw him onto Zayn.

"Don't hurt Niall again or it will be worse." Louis spat at them. He then turned to me and tried to lift my shirt but I held it down.

"Niall let me check on your bruises. You may be severely hurt." He tried to coax me. I just shook my head and tried to find a way to escape.

"Ring!" Saved by the bell. Literally.

"Sorry, don't wanna be late for class." I said and quickly walked away.