To Love a Broken Heart

Chapter 3

I woke up the following morning, still tired, Louis deprived me from my sleep, psychologically, I couldn't get the boy out my head. Whenever I would close my eyes, a pair of blue eyes would look at me. It sometimes gets too much for me and my head begins to pound. I liked this guy... But did I love him?

Everything I did to prepare for school included a minute interval in which I would think about Louis. How could someone like him have such an effect on me?

I dragged myself downstairs and found my mum in the kitchen, placing a few pieces of toast on a plate before handing it to me.

"Morning" she said, cheerily.

I plastered a smile on my face, hiding how tired I really was, how confused I really was. My mum doesn't need to know about Louis. She is very protective over me and I respect that but sometimes she likes to control my life, making every single decision for me. I'm not a kid.

I began chewing away on my toast, my mum knew exactly how I wanted them, they weren't too burnt but they were still crispy. It was more 'warm bread' than toast but it's how I like it. As I chewed away, being the sappy romantic kind of guy I am, I looked out the window and thought of him, yet again. This boy is making a house in my brain, I swear. Not that I'm complaining, I could think about Louis for days but that would only be me setting my hopes up to get knocked down by reality.

I was soon snapped out of my daze with a snapping sound: My mum was snapping her fingers at me, angrily.

"Harry! You're going to be late for school, hurry up." She said, pulling the plate of food from me and trashing the food. Before pushing me along to the door. She grabbed my bag and handed it to me, giving me one last kiss, I left.

Time to commence mission: Louis Tomlinson.

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There was a certain atmosphere in School as I arrived, it seemed heavier than usual. It felt very uncomfortable. There were people staring at me like I just murdered someone but it wasn't everyone, mainly girls. I had a bad feeling.

I made my way down the School hallway and headed for my locker, I was nearly there when a felt a pair of shoulders barge into mine, causing me to drop my books. I knelt down to pick them up and just barely caught the few words that left the person’s I collided with mouth.

"Lay your hands off Louis, fag."

That hurt.

I slowly got up and looked at the person, it was a tall girl who was actually quite beautiful. Her brunette hair flowed down her face and swayed from left to right as she walked down the corridor. I immediately recognised her, who wouldn't? Her name was Eleanor Calder and she was considered to be one of the most popular girls in School. She was too popular for me, so what did she have against me?

I found Niall waiting for me by my locker. After I placed some books I didn't need yet and some notes from yesterday’s class into my locker and shut it. Niall did something unexpected. Just as my locker door shut, Niall's hand clamped down onto my shoulders and he pressed his lips onto mine. What the fuck? I just stood there, hands in the air, frozen. I didn't kiss back but Niall didn't do anything. I didn't feel anything from that kiss but wet, sloppy, saliva. A few seconds later our lips parted and I gave Niall a confused look. He just looked at me and laughed.

"Aha, Harry don't get the wrong idea, you're like my brother. I just needed..." Niall looked at me, he looked like he was trying to find the perfect word for this situation. He finally decided to go with the word "confirmation" but confirmation for what? How would kissing another guy, one you've known for years, confirm anything?

"Well, I better get going to class, catch you later Harry!" The irish kid waved at me before storming off. Niall was about to walk into class when a pair of hands embraced his waist. He turned and grinned before the pair walked inside.

What did I just see? That guy who hugged Niall... It was Josh. Josh Devine. He was as popular as Louis, head of the football team and was good friends with Louis also. Did Niall's kiss mean he wanted to confirm if he liked, kissing guys?

Wow. First class hasn't even started and things were already crazy.

I walked into my first lesson: Maths. I was looking forward to having some alone time with Louis, we haven't spoken since last night and there were many questions he left unanswered. I quickly messed up my mop of curls and put on a smile before taking my seat. I looked over to Louis but this time he wasn't smiling, it was more of a frown. I tried getting his attention to ask him if he is fine but he just sat there, concentrating on the maths equation the teacher has put up. It was obvious he didn't want to speak to me. Why?

I quickly wrote "What's wrong?" On the corner of one of my pages and tore it off before scrunching it up and throwing it at Louis. It landed by his feet, he quickly grabbed it and read through the contents. He looked hurt as he read it, this made me all the more confused. He wrote a reply on the paper and threw it back, being cautious of the teacher. We had a substitute today so if we were caught our punishment won't really be that severe.

I caught the flying ball of paper and opened it with haste. My eyes narrowed in confusion as I read what he just wrote.

"I'm fine. Don't worry about me Styles, just worry about your boyfriend and leave me alone, ok?"

I knew it was a rhetorical question, so I didn't bother replying. My mind started racing, boyfriend? Why would he think I have a boyfriend? My mind scrambled until it found the answer shortly after.

Niall.

He must have seen Niall kiss me? Oh god, Niall I'm going to kill you... My stomach was a pit of anger, slowly boiling. My hands clenched into a fist and my nails dug into my skin, leaving crescent shape marks. I thumped the desk and everyone's eyes averted to me. I gave a quick sorry and went back to my work.

Why did he care though? What's it to him if I did have a boyfriend, which I don't. Was he jealous? No of course not, I' being stupid. I mentally slapped myself before going back to work and forgetting the whole thing.

When the bell rang, Louis was the first out the door. I had to talk to him. I ran in pursuit and nearly caught up to him when I bumped into someone, their cologne whiffed into my nose and I knew who it was. Zayn.

His arms grabbed before I could stumble back and fall. I was in a weird position, it's like we were doing the 'dip' like you see in dance shows. I was forced to look into his caramel eyes and a warm sensation hit me. He was actually quite good looking. We stared into each other's eyes for a while before Zayn leaned in. I couldn't fight back as my body, out of instinct, leaned in too. His breath brought a warm feeling over the top of my skin, and shortly after our lips met. This was different to Niall because this time, I found myself kissing back, electricity jolted across my body when our lips met and the feeling was amazing. It wasn't a long before I pulled away.

Zayn gave me a smile as he held my hand tight, looking into me he whispered.

"Harry, we may not have known each other for long but I think I like you."

My eyes narrowed in horror as those words left his lips. Zayn likes me and I just kissed back. How did this happen? My head began pounding, I was confused enough without this being added to the pile. What the hell is wrong with me?

I escaped Zayn's embrace and ran, away from him, away from everyone. I found a Janitor's Closet and decided to hide there. I sat on the floor and thought everything through. Louis and his mysteriousness, which I found quite attractive, making me want to know more about him. He was the one I wanted... Right? However, there was also Zayn who is the kindest soul you'd find in the world. He made me feel safe... But do I like him? The realisation hit me like a truck as I began crying.

I've fallen for two boys.