Fake (N.S)

2.

Niall's POV

Harry had left the bathroom pretty much as soon as we had finished. I knew to wait at least a few minutes before following him, so I remained leaning against the wall and trying to regain my breath. 

Eventually, I knew it was safe for me to leave and so I took a deep breath and headed towards the bathroom door. I was relieved that no one appeared to suspect anything and so the walk towards the cafeteria went considerably smoothly. 

I noticed Louis and Leigh-Anne sitting at a table in the middle of a conversation, causing me to head over there and take a seat on the other side of Leigh before swiftly stealing a fry from her plate. She noticed my actions and slapped my arm gently, though did nothing else to stop me, as she was too nice to actually say anything.

"Where were you?" she questioned instead, raising an eyebrow. 

"Had to talk to the Maths teacher. Can't have a repeat of last time, right?" I replied, thinking back to the last Maths test that resulting in me getting a grade that my parents weren't too fond of. I was still receiving snide comments about me not being at a good enough standard. 

The two of them looked at me sympathetically, knowing too well what would happen if I didn't get good enough results. Thankfully, the both of them didn't see through my honestly believable lie and didn't question me further. 

I allowed my eyes to wander throughout the room, immediately catching sight of Harry, who was now back in his place with the rest of his friends, seemingly having the attention of everyone in the room and acting as though the past event hadn't happened. 

What we had going on had been in place for a while. We'd hooked up enough times for it to feel normal, so now it was easy for the both of us to go about our day as if we hadn't sucked each other off in the bathroom. 

Well, it was easy enough for me. Sometimes I couldn't help but be reminded of everything the moment I would see him again. Sometimes by breath would falter and my heart may race a little bit as the previous events made my way back into my mind. 

However, Harry seemed to have absolutely no issue forgetting anything, I was simply someone to provide him with some fun before he goes back to being the perfect boy for everyone else, the moment he and I were no longer in the room, he was back to being calm and collected with no difficulty. 

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I arrived home shortly after, my music playing loudly out of the car window, cutting off as soon as I killed the engine. I frowned when I noticed my parent's expensive cars parked in the driveway. They usually weren't home until later during the day. 

I stepped out of my car and headed up to the front door, opening it to hear my parents talking from what I assumed to be the kitchen. I walked into where I could hear the noises, seeing my parents sitting at the table.

"Oh, Niall, you're home. Go and make sure you look more presentable, we have people coming over for dinner. Be ready in an hour," dad said before turning back to the newspaper he was reading.

I couldn't help but let out a groan when I heard that there were people coming over. Generally, I liked people but not the people that my parents associated with. They were just about as stuck up as my parents were and often didn't like me too much.

"Niall, we won't tell you again," mum said sternly, giving me a dirty look.

"Fine," I murmured, trying and failing to hold back my annoyance as I headed upstairs to my room.