Two Opposites

Chapter 1

Note: On Instagram, I did say that it was a Niall fanfic, but then I started to contemplate between Harry and Niall, so I ended up with this idea! You can comment who you want to be together, because I haven't officially decided yet lol.

(And yes, I know that is not Greg's age, i just needed him in the story 😛)

Jamie's P.O.V

"And that class, is how to write a proper haiku." Mr. Samuels droned in, not pronouncing his R's, making it sound more like "propah". I dragged my pen across my paper, making the random swirly line into an intricate pattern.

Mr. Samuels headed back to the blackboard, erasing a space to write our homework. "Alright class, tonight you will have pages 6-18 to be read, and a haiku poem due tomorrow afternoon."

Reluctant and annoyed groans sighs came from all around the room, clearly stating there disapproval. Not me, I love writing almost as much as I love art. Just as Mr. Samuels lips began to form a final word, the bell sounded. Not just any normal bell signaling the end of a period, but the lunch bell.

Now I found myself giving my own, small sigh, even though mine was more rooted from fear than it was from boredom. Lunch; the only time of the day I hated more than math. I rose from my seat, collecting my books and bundling them under my jacket.

"Watch it loser!" I heard a male yell as he collided into me sending my books flying. My fear quickly turned to anger as I recognized the voice. Dan Connolly, the identical twin of Christian Connolly, and part of the group which I call the Colognes. The Colognes, inferring that between the football socks, sport sweat and long lasting smell of various girls perfumes they had created there own vile smell.

They disgusted me, everything about them. From the way they ruled the school, picking on kids all day and picking up girls all night. There cocky attitudes and perfect, rich family. Down to the way there brown hair fell just below their eyebrows. They mirrored each other exactly, except for their eyes; Dan's we're a light hazel as Christian's were a deep chestnut brown. They were accompanied by there 3 fellow members of the Colognes; Cooper Shaw, and the Horan brothers, Niall and Greg. Cooper had long black hair, that lay across his forehead in perfect, straight strands. Greg had short brown hair that he wore spiked up. Niall was the youngest of the group. His brother being in Grade 11 as well as the rest of the boys had brought him into the "club". He had blonde hair that swooped across before his bright, blue, breathtaking eyes. He was in my year, both only in Grade 9. I hadn't heard much about him, and definitely never spoke to him. Boys like him never even looked my way, had never even noticed me except to push me over in the hall a few times. I heard them give a few overly dramatic chuckles, before turning the corner.

I breathed, before ducking down to gather my things. My fingers fumbled around the pages, grabbing, stacking and organizing the pages back into their original placement. It wasnt long before a felt a pair of familiar hands helping me collect my things. "Where are they?" His voice whispered, not even needing to ask for an explanation.

He knew exactly what had happened. This boy and I had to often found ourselves the target of this treatment. We'd both been through this or similar situations so many times that we had almost grown accustom to it; almost expected it.

"Just left, probably headed for the cafeteria." I answered, placing the last of my papers on top of the neat pile we had made. He added my book before helping me stand up. I snatched my bag up before following him down the hallway. As soon as we rounded the corner, he turned to me placing his steady hands on top of my shoulders. "Are you hurt?" He pondered, as I stared into his bright green eyes. "No, just a little shaken." I responded, keeping my gaze. "We should probably go get a place to eat." I added, breaking the moment as he moved his hands away and continued down the hallway.

He entered the cafeteria, me trailing close behind, hiding my body behind his. We both paused at the door, scanning the room for a seat. "Where do you want to sit?" I asked him, leaning over his shoulder to get a better picture of the room. "Our usual will be just fine." He sighed, taking my hand in his and leading me to our table, located nearest to the door, incase we needed to move quickly. I settles into the table as I hoisted my bag in front of me. "I'll be right back." He called before swiftly turning away.

We usually weren't this tense, Harry and I, and after 7 years of friendship we usually acted warmer towards each other. But not right now, in this place. We didn't feel safe here, with the crowds of people and loud chatter. It was hard to enjoy lunch when you were constantly looking over your shoulder, terrified of your peers.

I pulled out my lunch bag, as he returned with two large plates of French fries. I grinned at the food, Harry reciprocating the smile as he sat down and passed me my plate. Before any of us could say another word I dug into my fries. Soon the deliciously fattening taste of fried potatoes filled my mouth. I chewed the food, letting the taste linger in my mouth before swallowing it down. Harry handed me a napkin, knowing that I was about to reach over for one myself.

He knew everything about me, and I knew quite a lot about him as well. "Would you like some ketchup with those fries, Madame?" He asked, mimicking the way a servant might talk to the queen. "That sounds splendid, thank you Sir." I said, playing along with this and pretending I was the queen. He placed his hand back on the table and looked up at me questioningly. "Did you just call me Sir?" He asked.

"Did you just call me Madame?" I countered. "Ah, you win again." He laughs, tossing the ketchup packets in my direction. He focused again on his food, not letting that grin of his drop from his face. "Don't act so surprised, I win an argument too, you know." I bit my lip trying to hide my smile. "I wouldn't call it an argument," he begins, chewing a mouthful of fries before looking up at me. "More of a friendly debate." He says, his eyes still locked in mine. Out of the corner of my eye I watched his hand creep up to my plate, take a fry and quickly pop it into his mouth. "Hey!" I snapped. I tried to look like I was in shock but I couldn't help the smile that was begging to come through. "Eat your own fries." I said defensively, scooting my plate over playfully. I shifted my body about a foot away from him, pretending I was upset. "Aah, c'mon James, I know you can't stay mad at me." He was right, even when we fought back in elementary I could never keep from talking to him for more than a few hours. "Jamesss?" He called out. I rested my head on my hand, hiding my face. I was barely able to contain my giggle now, and I truly wanted him to believe he had hurt me. "Jaaaaaaaames.." Harry said, pulling out the A.

"Jamio! Jamintor! Jamitropolis! Jameagator alligator! Jamiebear!" He counted all of the names on his fingers, knowing that I hated them all with a passion. After a while, he became silent, and his voice was replaced with silent chewing telling me he had started eating again. My hand swiftly move from my head to his plate, grabbing a whole handful of fries and stuffing them in my mouth. I chewed and swallowed before he could protest, but instead he gave me a deep chuckle, titling his head back and laughing to the ceiling. I leaned over to him, bring my plate with me. "Well played Miss. Sceen." He congratulated me, sliding his body closer until our shoulders touched. "Thank you Mr. Styles." I replied, finishing of the last of my food. When my plate was done I turned to Harry'a nibbling on the fries around the edges of his plate. He didn't seem to mind, we always eat each others food. As he picked up the last fry from his plate I scooped up the trays and hurried to the garbage can. I was about to empty them when I caught his bright blue eyes staring at me. His face showed a look of confusion mixed with a longing of some sort. As soon as I looked his way his eyes flitted down, focusing on the floor. I emptied the tray before heading back to Harry.

Had Niall Horan really just been staring at me? I dismissed this thought from my mind. There was no way. Why would he? He didn't need me for anything, so why even acknowledge me existence? And then it hit me.

The only time they look at me is to hurt me in some way, and obviously he'a just been planning his next move of harassment.

I allowed myself to breath, calming me down a bit. I turned back to Harry, placing the empty trays in the basket. Just as I reached him, a familiar blonde haired boy stepped in my path.