Fragile Heart (Niam)

Chapter Twelve: First Day and Night

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Day 1

"Why am I still going?" Louis whines. I roll my eyes and turn around to glare at a pouting feather-haired idiot standing a few feet behind me and Harry with his arms crossed. He has been doing this every two minutes and my irritation is starting to catch up with me. Why does he have to be such a big baby?

"Louis," I exasperate while running a hand down my face, "I thought you said you were going to help me with ..."

"Yes yes yes yes I did say I was going to help you profess your undying love and affection for 'your little blonde angelic flower'," he huffs out, creasing his pointer and middle fingers and rolling his eyes while addressing my flower. I can feel my eyes getting darker so I just close them and grit my teeth. If he wants to mock me all is fair, but he should not have any tone except adoration or something related to that when talking about Niall.

"Then WHAT THE HELL are you complaining about?!" I roar out. If I genuinely believed in God (and I'm starting to because every night after that Friday I would call him and we would have our hour conversation until Bobby would interrupt the highlight of my days), I would be thanking Him that there was and is no one on the streets to hear all that anger pour out of me. Louis looks at me, completely startled. Good. He should know his place on the topic of my angel. A chuckle resonates behind me and a hand is placed on my shoulder.

"I think Louis is still wondering why you made us start school," Harry explains calmly. I turn around and see humor dancing in the forest-colored irises. Oh. I stubbornly cross my arms in front of my chest. Well, he should've said it himself.

"You both are in school because you said that you wanted to help me with my mission regarding Niall. But apparently Louis still needs his education," I cockily breath out with a smirk gracing my face. Harry immediately responds with a loud bark of laughter and Louis's pout becomes more evident as he crosses his arms and sulks his shoulders. Wow, that's not the sassy reaction that I expected.

"I'm smart ..." the vampire says barely above a whisper. Damn it, I hurt his ego. I quickly walk over to him and wrap an arm around his shoulders and shake a little. He looks up with his stormy gaze. I almost say something fake yet reassuring to boost his confidence again, but a little spark flashes in the back of his eyes. I glare at him and push him forward.

"You cheeky fucker!" He and Harry immediately start laughing, hands on their knees and tears fighting to spill. I shake my head and can't stop the ridiculous smile on my face. These boys will definitely be the death of me. Well no, my angel will be the death of me. These guys will just cripple me so that the blonde's cuteness can deliver the final blow. My eyes or something in my expression must've gotten soft because I hear a coo and a snicker.

"Looks like someone is going soft." I immediately glare at the only person who would even think of saying that out loud: Louis.

"Who the hell said I was going soft?" I ask while expertly taking the emotion out of my face, even though it means that Niall is pushed to the back burner.

Before either of the two can answer, I run towards them. Within seconds, Harry yelps and runs down the last stretch to the school as fast as he can with Louis right next to him. All three of us enter through the main gate laughing manically and out of breath. The students gathered in the hallways send glares and side glances of admiration our way, but we could care less. Ever since I came in with a werewolf freshman and vampire junior by my sides the Monday following our Friday incident, we quickly became the "bad boys" of the school. That title almost made me laugh when I first heard it a few days ago. If only these puny humans figured out what we really do, then we'd be more than bad.