this // narry au

105. love on the brain

A/N: y'know sometimes I have the chapters written I just don't post for a little while for dramatic affect

But have I talked to y'all about Mind of Mine? Cause TiO legit makes me want to be a stripper . AND WRONG IS SO GOOD LIKE WTF.

anyways this girl who used to go to my junior high who wasn't like the stand out girl and nerdy and quiet and stuff GOT SO PRETTY AFTER TWO YEATS AND NOW SHE IS INSTAGRAM FAMOUS AND IS BEAUTIFUL AND PEOPLE DRAW HER AND POST ABOUT HER EVERYWHERE AND I KNOW I HAVE HOPE Y'KNOW? IF SHE CAN DO IT, I CAN DO IT

I have a math test first block tomorrow and I'm supposed to be studying but why would I study when I can read/update fan fiction

I want money but I can't find a job ):

YOU NEED WORK EXPERIENCE TO GET A JOB BUT YOU NEED A JOB TO GET WORK EXPERIENCE LIKE FUCK ITS THIS CIRCLE

In happier news, Harry Styles looked cute today. I mean I haven't seen him all day or any day but Harry is Harry so he probably looked cute asf wherever he is in the world

Did the official band account actually deactivate or was it fake? I was too lazy to check lol

Also this story is almost over ): I don't know what I'm going to do without it. It's like my child

BUT ENJOY, NIALL'S POINT OF VIEW UP IN THIS BITCH, THE CHAPTER IS LIT

105 - Love On The Brain

Niall's Point of View.

"Here you go."

The lunch lady slabs some porridge --at least, I think it's supposed to be porridge-- in my bowl and gives me a water bottle before I shuffle along to a table in the corner of the crowded cafeteria room.

Jail is a lot like high school in some ways. Except the nerds would be the people who hacked into large databases and stole information, the jocks would be gang members and the weirdos would be the murderers.

(Murderers are weird people, once you get to know them).

So I enjoyed sitting alone for the most part; it gave me the chance to analyze everybody surrounding me. I knew who I could talk back to and who I just needed to hold my mouth shut when talking to but for the most part, nobody talked to me.

It wasn't like I was some crazy murderer or if I was in a huge, national street gang-- All I did was use people, and I --kind of not really, accidentally-- killed a few people because of it.

But Harry-- I knew the second I met him he was different. I wasn't fully using him, I genuinely was intrigued by him as a person and a whole. He acted depressed but his aura had so much more to it, it was comforting. He was somebody who you could look at and know instantly you could trust. He was so humble and soft and comforting and trustworthy and loving.

(I mean I still used him and nothing can justify that but I really did genuinely like him).

I snap out of my muse as two, burly men are pulled apart from each other by the security guards. I sigh as they continue to shout at each other as they're being lead away from each other, it's a sight I've seen almost every day I've been here. People are constantly fighting with each other over stupid shit.