I Won't Mind ; narry

five

"I hate Harry so much." Niall murmurs as he stocks all of the goods in his pantry. He shouldn't had assumed this morning will be perfect. It wasn't.

He was admittedly planning on making Louis a grand breakfast as soon as he got back from the groceries but now that Harry had fucked up his morning, Louis can make himself some damn cereal.

"I just don't get it, why does he have to like me? Why Couldn-"

"What are you on about?" Louis sleepily interrupts Niall as he walks in with a blanket covering his body.

Niall huffs but then takes a deep breath and grips the counter. He needed to calm down before he snaps at Louis.

He collects himself and maintains to stay calm as he tells Louis, "You wouldn't believe who I saw this morning.."

Louis nods as if he's telling Niall to keep going, Niall sighs.

"Harry." Niall softly murmurs, causing Louis to stop pouring his cereal.

"Who?" Louis squints, asking again. He's not sure if he heard right.

"Harry. Harry Styles." Niall says a tad bit louder as he turns away to grab another grocery bag.

Louis' body immediately stiffens up, turning around to face his baby brother.

"Harry Styles? Your student who harasses you daily?"

"Yes, him." Niall sighs for the umpteenth time that morning.

"Did he touch you, because I swear to god I'm not afraid to hi-" Louis' brotherly instincts start to kick in and Niall maybe regrets telling him.

"No! He didn't. He just... gave me a creepy stare is all.." Niall lies, for Harry's sake. He knows how Louis gets and Louis doesn't play.

He can be all bark and bite.

Louis rolls his eyes as he grabs the milk carton from the fridge, "I swear Niall, if he continues to ogle you or touch you I will not hesitate to call the damn cops. Damn curly boy thinks he's slick."

Niall barks out a tiny giggle but stops when he sees Louis' giving that 'I'm not playing look' and finishes gathering all of the food so he can place them where they belong.

**

"Can we all agree that Mister Horan has the golden ass." Harry says smirking as he sits back in his chair. Arm's crossed and feet crossed.

"No, No I'm pretty sure that Mrs. Smith has more cake." A boy from his group chirped. This caused Harry to rolls his eyes, sure Mrs. Smith did have some but Mister Horan's is better. Plumper and cuter.

He glances at Zayn who has a 'yikes' facial expression, "Sorry Matt, but I'm going to have to agree with Harry on this one. Mister Horan has a cute arse." Zayn agrees with his best friend who now has a shit eating grin plastered on his face.

As Zayn agrees mostly all the other boys agree too which only causes Harry to act cocky.

"Stay away from him. All of you. Mister Horan is mine. All mine." Harry gives them a stern look as each of them raise their hands up in defence.

Even though Niall wasn't entirely his yet, he still claimed him as his. All of the other boys in year twelve knew this information. So they backed off, completely.

Harry finishes his lunch before abruptly standing up. He fixes his hair with the camera of his iphone as winks at the rest of the boys.

"See you soon lads. I've got my class date with Mister Horan in five." he cockily says as he scampers off in the direction of the hallways. Walking until he gets to Mister Horan's classroom door.