Locker 169- Larry- Teacher/Student- Mpreg

{ *! eleven }

// Third-Person

Harry was alone, was he surprised? No. 

Even if he was in a room full of people he would always feel lonely.

His bed was nothing but a constant reminder of how Louis took his virginity and quickly dashed to the one he really loved. Harry was just someone that couldn't be love. 

He picked mindlessly at the previously stained sheets as he tried desperately struggled to keep the tears from falling. He would not cry. He couldn't cry. He was way past the point of being able to mope about, nothing could have possibly made him happy. 

It was that moment that Harry could have sworn that he heard a bang. Then another. He pushed himself off of his bed and headed towards the sound. With his head poking out the window he looked down to see a blonde haired boy slowly making his way up to his window. 

"Niall? What the hell are you doing here," he screamed in a low whisper. 

Niall chose not to respond but instead he pushed himself through the window causing his head to bump lightly against the ground. 

"Fuck," he groaned as he rubbed his head, standing up to level himself with Harry. 

"Hey...buddy," he breathed out with an exasperated tone. 

"Don't hey buddy me...I can't believe you Niall." Harry rolled his eyes and made his way back to his bed to sit down before turning his body so that it would face away from Niall. 

"Look...I understand why you're mad. Hell...I would be mad at me too. But at least give me the opportunity to explain the-"

"Explain what? The fact that you're fucking the guy who has been tormenting me since day one. The man that has made me dream about killing myself, wish for that sweet relief of never waking up again. The man that held so much fucking power that with just a simple look would send me over the edge and I'll end up crying myself to sleep? No Niall, you don't get to say that you're sorry."

Niall let out a sigh and took tentative steps towards the brunette, he sat down on the bed so that his back was facing the other boy as well. He couldn't stand to see the look on Harry's face. He already hated himself for what he was doing, he didn't need his best friend to as well. 

"You don't understand..."

"Then please...help me understand," Harry snapped at the one directly horizontal to him. 

There was another sigh that could be heard as Niall prepared to talk.

"Ask me questions...any question about...it. I'll answer completely honestly. I swear."

"When did this start?"

"I don't know a few days ago."

"I don't know a few days ago," Harry mocked before rolling his eyes. He would never usually act like this but the anger was too prominent and he didn't know who he was anymore.  "I shouldn't have been surprised that this wasn't the first time. How did it start?"

"...I-I don't know. One minute I was cursing him out, I swear. The next minute I was on my knees."

"You sound like a proper slut," Harry blurted out before he could stop himself. Usually he would have apologized for such crude language but at the moment, he couldn't give a damn. 

"Thanks, Harry. For your support. You're so fucking helpful," he said in a monotone and sarcastic tone. 

"Whatever. So Zayn's gay? A fucking hypocrite, yeah? You're his little boyfriend or whatever?"

"No...He's still with Perrie and I'm pretty sure that I'm nothing but a fuck doll to him," Niall admitted looking down at his lap.

Why the fuck did he have to do that? He knew that Harry had a soft spot for the smaller boy, that he hated to see him in any discomfort whatsoever. 

"Why don't you just leave him then?"

"Because...whenever I am around him, I'm happy. Happier than I usually am. I don't know why but when I'm with him, I can't help but do anything and everything he wants. It's like he sparks something in me, something that clouds my mind with nothing but him," Niall said, a small smile placed on his lips as he thought of the times that Zayn and him spent together that didn't involve sex. "He's sweet...he really is. Especially when you actually get to know him. But when you mention anything that has to do with committing, it's like you're the dirt on his shoes."

Harry let out a sigh, it seemed as if they were doing a lot of that tonight. 

"...sounds like love."

Niall's eyes shot open as he turned to look at the curly haired boy as if he had three heads. 

"L-love? Never. No. I don't love him. I just...have a slight attraction towards him," he defended. Who was he lying to though? Harry? Or Himself?

Harry pushed himself back onto his bed until he was next to Niall. His long limbs wrapped around the smaller boy as he laid them down. 

"It's okay Ni, I don't think I'll be fine with this. Hell, I don't even know if I forgive you. But it's okay Ni. It'll all be okay."

If only those words held truth. 

If only the little virus that was stirring in his stomach would make everything okay...

Whelp, there it is. I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter. It was a bit fluffy and a little bit of a filler but it was just to clear the air and to bring Ziall back into the creation. I also believe that there needs to be a strong friendship so this was just to reestablish that. Updates for this book will usually be on Fridays! So vote, comment, and like! If I get 20+ votes, I'll post another chapter as soon as I reach that so vote vote vote!

~Treble