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Unhinged

-NIALL-

I watched as Harry stumbled out of the library, tripping over his feet in his rush. I sighed and finished picking up the rest of my textbooks and placed them into my backpack. I shakily stood up, still a bit baffled from what just happened.

Did he notice how embarrassed I was? Is that why he ran out so quickly? Maybe he - no that couldn't be right.

Get a hold of yourself Niall!

I ran my hands through my hair and checked my watch, it was nearly 5 o'clock. As I was turning to leave, I noticed a Harry's large designer bag sitting on top of the work table. I picked it up and sighed.

He must have left it here in his rush, I'll return it to him tomorrow in class.

I thought to myself as I walked outside. The sun was setting beautifully along the horizon. The sky was a dance of bright oranges and deep violet, emitting a feeling of warmth all around the city. I thought about this, and quickly got out my sketchbook to capture the moment.

After about half an hour I had a nice sketch done, but I would improve and add color to it once I returned home. I put the sketchbook back into the bag, grabbed both mine and Harry's bag and began to walk home. As I walked home I realized something rather important - Harry had practice tomorrow morning.

Crap crap crap crap crap! Niall you utter fool, how could you not remember! I don't even know where he lives! How am I supposed to return it to him?

I pondered this as I stood in the middle of the sidewalk, people passing all around me. I sighed to myself as I began to walk once again. I walked up to a group of teenagers that went to my school as they all piled out of Starbucks.

"Hey look everyone, it's the freak!" announced one of the boys as I got closer. They all laughed as though I was something hysterical, something that didn't deserve to be talked to like any other human being.

"Why don't  you go home loser, no one likes you anyway." said a tall blonde as she pushed to the front of the group, ending up towering over me.

I tried to speak, I really did try, but they way everyone was staring at me made me bite my tongue.

"Haha, he's so stupid he can't even talk. Can you even hear me you worm?" the same boy that spoke earlier laughed. I finally got up the nerve and made myself speak, I couldn't take it anymore.

"I didn't come here to be ridiculed as a matter of fact, all I wanted to know is where Harry Styles lives so I can return this bag to him." I stated matter-of-factly, "Also, I hope you realize that your insults do not deter me in the slightest, you insignificant toad."

The group looked at me like I was some sort of alien, and then they all looked at eachother.

"He lives just over there," the boy pointed to an apartment across the street, "I didn't realize you had any guts in you, I thought you were just a pansy."

"Of course I have guts, everyone has internal organs." I said, extremely confused by his statement.

"Just-just go." he said as he waved his hand in the direction of Harry's apartment.

I nodded to the group and promptly walked across the street. As soon as I reached the door I looked for the button that I could press so he would buzz me in. I soon found the name card that read:

Michael and Harry's badass flat

Ah Jesus.

I rolled my eyes at the silly name card and pressed the button near the name.