Chapter 1 – Niall
“Niall!” I turn around at the sound of my name, looking right into the eyes of Cleo. I smile.
“Hey,” I say, giving her a quick hug before falling into step with her, my satchel bag hitting my hip every time I take a step.
“Oh my gosh,” she says, already starting on her usual babble after every class “Harry looked at me!” She exclaims “He actually looked at me!”
“Alright, Cleo,” I say, running my fingers through my up-styled hair “Mr Popular looked at you.”
“Uh, he is not Mr Popular! He is Harry Styles and apparently he is actually really sweet and caring and-“
“You do realize he’ll use you,” I say, thinking back to freshman year and what he did to me “Don’t trust Curly.”
“Ugh, whatever Niall,” she says, running her fingers through her blonde hair “Just because you have a crush on him.”
I choke on my own air at her comment and she stops, putting her hand on my shoulder and looking at me with concern.
“You okay?” She asks, patting my back and I sigh, nodding my head.
“I don’t have a crush on Mr Pop-“
“Harry,” she cuts me off and I roll my eyes.
“Whatever...I don’t have a crush on him.”
“I was joking, babe,” she says and I sigh, running my fingers through my blonde hair before falling back into step with Cleo. I notice the awkward silence settling between us as I clear my throat.
“So, why do you have this massive crush on Harry Styles?” I ask, trying to wrap my head around the fact the she wants to date him.
“Ugh, I don’t!” She yells “He’s just hot!”
“Whatever,” I say, undoing the combination on my locker. I slip my books into their designated places before grabbing the books for my next classes. Trigonometry and English.
“What has gotten into you lately?” Cleo asks, slamming my locker, causing it to nearly hit my nose. I look at her wide-eyed.
“Jesus, Cleo, you could have killed my nose!” I yell and she smirks, leaning against the locker, her arms crossed over her chest.
“Good, maybe you’ll listen to me,” she scoffs “What has gotten into you, Niall?”
“Nothing,” I say “It’s just shit at home.”
“Your Mum?” She asks and I sigh, nodding slowly.
“She might have cancer...I don’t want that to happen.”
“Of course you don’t!” She exclaims, pulling me into a hug “I’m sorry I was being a bitch.”
“No, it’s fine...you didn’t know,” I say.
“Ugh, I feel so bad!” She says, pulling back and smiling at me “Just know I’m always here.”
I smile “Thanks, Cleo.”
“Anytime, babe!” She says before looking over my shoulder. She freezes.
“What is it?” I whisper and she gulps.
“Don’t look...it’s Zayn,” she says and I stiffen on the spot. Oh god...not Zayn. Please don’t tell me he’s coming over here...no, no, no.
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Twisted Love
FanfictionNiall Horan: The quiet, sensitive guy that has about three friends. He's been secretly gay for two years, ever since he had a fling with a guy that he wished he hadn't even met. Harry Styles: The loud, obnoxious jock that has nothing better to do th...
