Story Of Our Lives

Time Flies By

It was the fourth night of Harry's nightmares. They weren't the same, but they did all share an ending: Death. Wether it was Harry or his mom or his dad, someone died.

Harry currently sat up in bed, leaning against the armrest of the couch. He was covered in sweat but shivering. He kicked off his blanket and went to the kitchen for a glass of water.

He was glad he didn't talk or yell in his sleep. He would never want his mom finding out. He picked up his phones, attached his headphones, and put on a movie. He had no idea how he was going to make it through school in a few hours, but he would have to figure it out...

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"Harry, you okay?" Liam asked.

The four were hanging around Niall's car, as every morning. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just, bad night and whatnot." Liam nodded unsurely.

Frantic to keep the conversation off of him, Harry asked, "Where's Zayn?"

"He has to come with Louis, so he'll probably get here three seconds beore class starts," Niall answered. Harry chuckled at the fact of imaging Zayn running to class and sliding into his desk.

"So, now that you've been here awhile...how many stars do you give Doncaster?" Liam asked.

Harry thought for a second. "Well, you guys are a definite ten out of ten. School sucks, here and back home, so I guess that shouldn't count into the rating. My apartment's kinda sucky, but it has a roof and four walls, so that factors in. I live near a park. Umm...I still haven't seen anything cool. All in all, probably a seven out of ten."

"Well, that was a very complicated way to say Doncaster's alright," Liam chuckled. Harry blushed, wishing he would've just said "alright".

The bell rung and the three headed towards the entrance. Just as they opened the door, a car was heard skidding to a stop behind them. The three turned around and burst into laughter.

Out of the car came Zayn, running, with his jacket half on, bed hair, and his shoes in his hand. As he ran past the boys, he said, "And this is gonna be all week!" They boys howled louder.

Just then, Louis passed by and Harry immeadiatly shut up. Louis sized Niall and Liam before going inside, not even glancing at Harry. Harry gulped and decided it was time to go to class. He told the boys goodbye, though they were laughing too hard to hear, and went to maths.

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"Where ya from?" a brunette boy asked as he towered over Harry. Harry looked up from his seat.

"H-holmes Chapel," he replied sheepily.

"Cool. My cousin lives there. Ahe says she likes it more than Doncaster. Do you?" the boy asked.

Harry shurgged. The bell rang and Harry gathered up his things. "By the way, the name's dan," the boy said.

"Harry," he said as he exited the room.

"Wait! Harry, wait up!" Dan called out. Harry slowed down, since he didn't have a class to go to. The boy reached him and began catching his breath.

"It's nice to meet you, Harry." Harry nodded. Dan cleared hia throat. "Would you like to hang out sometime?" Harry looked at him, confused. We just met...

"Umm...sure. Yeah. Why not?" Harry replied. Dan smiled and said goodbye. He probably has a class.

Harry conitnued to his locker, where he met up with Niall, Liam and Zayn.

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"All Im saying is, Mr. Phillis would totally beat Mr. Lamark in a fight," Niall remarked.

Liam laughed. "Yeah. Just like you think Ms. Finet is hotter than Mrs. Yual!"

Niall pointed an acussing finger at Liam. "Look, I already told you why. Mrs. Yual is married. That's a big turn off for me!"

"But I'm talking about her looks! Not her life." Zayn and Harry exchanged glances.

"How many timea are they gonna have this arguement?" Harry asked him. Zayn shrugged.

"'Till they agree. Then they'll get bored and find a new topic to...debate about," Zayn said. Harry chukled. He took a bite out of his burger and ketchup splattered on his cheek. He looked for a napkin and noticed he had none.

"I'll be...right back!" he said inbetween chews. Nobody even looked at him, still focused on the two teachers. Harry spedwalked to the lines. He went to get a napkin, but instead of touching paper, he touched a hand.

He looked up to see who it belonged to, and noticed it was none other than Louis. Louis payed no attention to him and swiftly pulled his hand back. Harry didn't know why he was still in shock, but he recovered, getting a napkin and returning back to his table.

He wiped his face and continued eating the burger. Niall and Liam had finished arguing and were now discussing weekend plans.

"What are you doing, Harry?" Liam asked.

"Hmm?" Harry said.

"On the weekend. Where ya going?" Niall asked.

"Oh...umm...I'm probably just gonna be home and, ya know...study and tidy up and whatnot?" Harry said unsurely. Harry was probably wandering the complex on his own all weekeend. Hey, there's always Dan. Or that one creepy...yeah, no. Just Dan.

"Hey, you can come over if you want," Zayn suggeated. "I'm not planning on doing anything beaidws video games. We could play. You play, no?" Harry nodded.

"So, whataya say?" Zayn asked.

"Uhh...yeah, sure." And that was that.

~~~

During English, all Harry could think about was the upcoming weekend. He would, for the first time since he moved, be going to someone's house. He was genuinly surprised it would be Zayn's, and not Niall's. He was also surprised he had never been to Niall's house.

Tiffany kept poking his back to get his attention, but Harry was so trapped in his thoughts, he didn't even notice the poor girl.

Afterschool, once he and Niall had reached home and parted ways, Harry couldn't focus on his homework. On the way home, he had realized that Louis would be there. And, as much as he would live to hang out with Zayn, he had a feeling Louis hated his guts.

Plus, what if Zayn thought he was annoying? The most time he had ever spent with Zayn was lunch and before class. And none of it was ever alone with him! Harry knew he was overthinking it all, but his thoughts were just much more captivating than Maths.