You Can't Change Me (Narry Storan)

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Niall Horan is not the type of boy most parents want to see with their daughter, lucky for them though, Niall is gay... He is the only person who knows this though.

Niall is a bad boy, one that has people from both sexes swooning and drooling over him...But Niall never dates, sure he sleeps around with a pretty boy now and again, but he has never been in a relationship, never been in love. It's a waste of time for him, or so he thinks. He doesn't believe in love, he had a rough up bringing and never recieved love from his parents - not that he would ever tell anyone that. 

He leans against the brick wall outside the school, his fingers pinched around a joint as he inhales the drug. His eyes roll back a little in his head as his lungs fill up, he sucks in his breath and passes the joint to the person on his left. After what seems like forever, he lefts the smoke leave through his nostrils and he looks up - his head feels light on his shoulders. It's a feeling he is used to, a feeling he loves. The weed empties his head of all the raging thoughts and he feels free inside.

The first bell rings and Niall kicks off the wall, he doesn't say anything to his buddies - they all know how the notorious bad boy works. 

The halls are bustling with people that Niall could give a rats ass about, he is floating above them all in his head - but the moment ends when someone crashes into his chest. He doesn't fall because luckily the kid didn't have much strength or force with him, but he did stumble. He looks down at the body on the floor, ready to blow - until he notices who it is. 

"Aw, shit. It's Marcel.' Niall laughs rubbing the back of his neck with a smirk.

"My name isn't Marcel." Harry says from his sprawled out position on the floor, he stands up and straightens his vest, glaring at the bad boy in front of him.

Nobody knows about the past between the two boys and niether of them would want it to get out anyway. You see, Niall and Harry are next door neighbors, friends from childhood - a time when grades didn't matter and when Niall was just another sweet boy. 

They were attatched at the hip from the ages of six to twelve, played everyday in the tree house in between their houses. That twelfth year, everything changed; rather, it was Niall who changed.

He started ignoring Harry, saying mean things - hanging out with older kids and coming home with bruises. Harry would watch from his bedroom window - he always waited for the day his best friend came back. He never did. 

Now they are two different people, from two different worlds and Harry wants nothing to do with the blonde in front of him.

"Come on, man." Niall says, rolling his eyes. "Lighten up, it's a joke remember?" 

"The jokes between us ended years ago, now there is nothing." Harry holds his book tightly to his chest. "You're not my friend, not the person I knew. You've changed and not for the better - you're nothing but a street urchin, just like -" 

Harry has to stop himself from saying what he wants, even now he can't hurt Niall. He wont sink to his level or talk about people. Harry huffs and turns around, he starts to storm off but Niall stops him.

"Like who, Marcel?" The sickenly voice says, thick with an angry venmon. "Can't finish what you started, big man?" 

Harry raises and eyebrow and turns to face Niall again, he shakes his head and scoffs, not bothering to continue his insults. Not from fear, but from something else he can't explain. "I'm late for class," 

He leaves Niall fuming in the hallway, his high withered away by the bad mood that settled in it's place. He was actually going to go to class today, but Harry ruined that for him. What's another few skips anyway? He storms out of the school and to his motorcycle which leans up against the school wall - he doesn't have a destination, he just drives off. 

Harry watches his old friend, new enemy leave from the window of his Advanced math class. He sighs, he has never been an honest person. He wants to hate Niall, scream at him - yell at him for leaving when he needed him the most.. But he could never do that, he knows that Niall has always had a rough life too... He just doesn't understand what changed that year... Why was he left behind, feeling like the unwanted nerd everyone makes him out to be? 

He is supposed to feel superior to everyone, and he does - most of the time. 

Niall is the only person who he has a soft spot for, even though he doesn't show it. He misses his old friend, but he would never be the one to say it - or try to fix anything. He doesn't even know if he can trust Niall, not that he would have a reason too... Niall hates him, that is something that Harry has known for a long time. 

He just wishes he could have the old Niall back. 

This one was short - It was a total filler to know the boys relationship. Don't worry though more is to come ~ :3