Break Me Out |Narry Storan|-Hybrid

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This chapter will be in Harry's point of view for a change so you can see how he feels :) Sorry I promised Tuesday. I've been having a shit time since Friday so I apologise greatly

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I caught Niall in my arms, not wanting him to land on the floor. He could render himself more unconscious than he is now. His skin was naturally pale, but it just seemed to get paler and paler, as he slipped further out of my grasp. I know I have only just met him, but I see what people do to him, especially that Louis and Zayn. It makes me sick and it makes me beyond angry.

Niall from what I have seen tries his best to avoid every single person in this school. He tries to avoid eye contact with almost everyone apart from his two friends, who managed to escape and get onto the trip the school had held. I frowned slightly. Liam had gone away on that trip too. Nervously, I pushed the smaller lad back turning him slowly. His head just lolled backwards uselessly. His dried, cracked pink lips parted, showing his crooked teeth.

I bit my lip slightly, wanting to see his big blue eyes again that were now hidden by his eyelids, his long lashes splayed over his ghostly white cheeks. I sighed heavily, just wondering how I would get him out? The doors were "pull" to get out. I frowned down at him, his breathing unsteady and most uneven. I slowly looped my right arm under his knees, scooping his small frame in my arms.

I managed to shift his head, so it was resting on my chest. In someways I am glad he isn't in full consciousness. I'd be thoroughly embarrassed if he heard how loud and quick my heart was beating right now. He still moved, his face turned into my chest, burying into my school blazer. I turned wondering towards the door, hearing a voice I recognised.

"Yes so- Harry?"

I sighed in relief. Thank God it was only Lewis Johnson. Nice lad and probably the only popular that would speak to a boy labeled a "Geek" like me. He wasn't your average popular. He dressed appropriately, he was rather polite. He wasn't stuck up. He had a selected group of friends. He was in school clubs and Captain of the Ice Hockey team.

"C-Can I ask you a favour?" I asked biting my lip, as I watched Niall's chest move up and down awkwardly. His face was now screwed up slightly in pain. Tear tracks were still visible when I had asked him to clean himself up. I met Lewis's big hazel eyes as he smiled slightly, looking at his friend, leaning over to whisper something.

"Alright mate. Yeah I will meet you behind the bike shed! See ya."

I waited until he turned himself to face me, closing the door to the boys toilets. His grin dropped into a frown, his hazel eyes swirling with worry. That is another thing most people admire about Lewis. He cares about people. He does not pity... He only cares.

"What happened to him Harry?" He asked, brushing a few strands of his browning blonde hair off of his forehead. I sighed. I couldn't lie. I don't lie. I frowned, meeting his wide eyes again.