To Love a Broken Heart

Prologue

Notes: This story is viewed through Harry. There will be no other POV's unless I feel there is a reason too, such as a brief moment to delve into what the characters might be thinking. Mainly it will be with Harry we experience this ride with.

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Class had only just began and people were already laughing at me. I didn't even do anything. I just sat down and this malicious horde of peasants just laughed at me. Oh well, I'm used to it by now.

"Faggot" A voice behind me whispered. It was Liam, he always sat behind me during English class.

I turned around and smiled at the boy with Light brown, short hair and light brown eyes. He was cute, shame he is such a total dick. Well, even if he wasn't, he wouldn't go out with someone like me. I mean look at me. I had messy brown curly locks. I have to wear these ridiculous black pair of glasses otherwise I wouldn't be able to see a metre in front of me. It sometimes would enlarge my green eyes and make me look all goofy. I always wear casual clothes: A button up shirt and tight skinny jeans is basically what my wardrobe consists of. I'm horrendous to put it shortly.

Thank God Niall sits next to me, he would always squeeze my hand whenever class is about to begin, it's his way of saying 'I'm always here', his hand is more petite than mine so I silently laugh as he does so. I know he will always be here though. He is like my brother but sometimes I feel like he doesn't get me. Of course he wouldn't. He likes pussy and I like dick. We are two completely different people, maybe that's why people respect him and not me. Why did I have to be gay? Well, it's my own fault for coming out anyways.

There was more laughing coming from behind me. I turned around to see that Louis had joined in. Those blue eyes could make me melt on the spot and those lips... They were just so kissable. He looked at me and narrowed his eyebrows. It was sexy.

"Don't look at me you fag, turn around, I don't want to catch your disease." Louis said, disgust filled his voice.

I should be used to this kind of behaviour but when it comes from Louis, I can't help but frown.

"Maybe, you’re just scared? Harry can admit his feelings, can you Louis? Or you too much of a tryhard?" Niall turned around defending me. It brought a smile upon my face.

Louis opened his mouth and quickly closed it. Why didn't he retaliate? Was he scared? Was he truly hiding some sort of feelings? I pondered upon the possibility for a few more moments before Mr. Harrington walked through the wooden doors into the classroom. He was quite the figure. Blonde hair, kind of like Niall's, blue eyes and a slim figure. Another boy with Jet black hair styled into a quiff and brown eyes followed him closely behind.

"Hello class, I'd like you to welcome Zayn Malik, he is new to the school and I'm sure you'll make him feel very welcome." Mr Harrington explained.

"Hello Zayn" the whole class said in Unison.

Zayn nodded as a reply and sat next to Niall. Niall being the friendly and caring one, quickly became friends with Zayn as they whispered to each other throughout the class. I swear he stares at me through certain parts of class. I could just feel those brown eyes boring into me. I couldn't look though. Was he gay too?

After class finished Niall and Zayn caught up with me down the corridor. It was packed with students and we had to fight our way just to get to our lockers. The corridor wasn't very wide you see.

"Harry, I'd like you to meet Zayn" Niall said, his Irish accent made him sound adorable.

"Niall, I know him, we just had class together...” I said, rolling my eyes at the blonde fool.

"Hey Harry, you seem like a cool guy" Zayn said, his voice was surprisingly quite low. I tried to hold back my laugh.

"Me cool? Ahah! Good one, I like you already Zayn, pleasure to make your acquaintance" I replied, shaking his hands while doing so. Our hands were the same size and they fit so perfectly. We held hands for a little too long for comfort. I pulled away quickly and I could feel my cheeks turn pink. He merely laughed it off.

It was good to make another friend. I definitely needed it. Maybe, just maybe he can make me forget about my stupid dream of being with Louis... But that would be impossible.

I looked at my new friend, then at my best friend and smiled. We set off for our next lesson shortly after. Maths, where I'd have the pleasure to sit next to Louis himself...