Harry's POV
"Harry." I heard someone whisper my name, I looked around and saw no one.
"Harry!" I heard again. I looked around and again, no one.
"Mr. Styles!!" I jumped and spun in my seat to see Mr. Payne.
"Oh, Mr. Payne. I didn't see you there."
"It's fine, but I had a question to ask."
"What's it about?"
"Niall."
"Oh, what's it about?"
"Uh, what do you mean?"
"About the subject, you might want to know his real hair colour, and I might think you want to know what his favourite colour. So what's the subject?"
"It's um, about his sexuality, and stuff..."
"Okay?"
"I know he's gay, and single... Right?"
"Yes."
"But I don't know who he likes."
"Why do you want to know?"
"Just um, because I like him?" He said unsure.
"Oh, well in that case. He want's you dick."
"Harry! Don't say things like that."
"Why? It's true?"
I could tell he was about to talk again, when my phone rang.
"Hello? - Mum? - You're here? - Alright, I'm coming. - Bye. - Love you." I hung up and looked back at Mr. Payne, "Sorry, it was my mum. I have to go now, but I'll see you Monday Mr. Payne."
"Bye Harry."
As soon as the doors of the library were closed, I pulled out my phone and sent a text.
To: Ni-Pie
You're welcome.
