Drabbles.

Deal. [Narry]

Title: Deal

Pairing: Niall & Harry

Words Count: 2917

Warning: Well, there isn't any warning, actually. Just.. I don't know.  Do I have to put a warning for two boys kissing? I mean, yeah, alright, smut is mentioned, don't kill me. Anyways. I'm not so proud of the last part, but meh, I tried my best. I think the beginning is kinda cool? Ha. idek. Oh, and (!) this is an High School!AU. Oooh and maybe you want to know that the idea came to my mind while I was writing my English Exam, lol. Oh, and this is dedicated to ZaynTomlinson, because she's cool, k? And she's, like, one of the best writers on here and a real inspiration :) And I always start with 'oh' like, what's this? Well, there was something I wanted so say, but I forgot.. Whatever. Enjoy the Narry-Feels! xx

There was a time, about three years back, when Harry Styles, being a 16-year-old freshman at high school, was getting bullied. He had these kitschy, big glasses and his hair was always gelled and he was wearing those itchy cardigans. And he was good at school.

People called him a kissass, because he was being nice to teachers. They called him a bedwetter, because he was sentimental. And they called him a nerd, because he was excellent at school.

Now, you may say, he's got friends, but neither did he have those. Normally, he would have hated all of those people. The thing is, he doesn't. Harry has always been a boy, searching for reasons behind someone's acting. He built up a world around him, excusing why his condisciple were doing those things. He was convincing himself of it.

But one day, this world around him, began to crack. It was the day, Harry fell in love for the first time. He saw blond hair, brown peaking out of it. He saw bright, blue eyes. And he saw pale skin. And it was only a few days after all of this bullying had begun, when the blond-haired boy started looking at him. But it wasn't even that hateful; at least that's what Harry is convincing himself.

It was one day, when his heart nearly burst out of happiness of hearing the blond's name. And Harry is sure he can still remember that day.

"Ni-Ni!", Louis, one of Harry's biggest bullys, called out for the blond in their English period while the teacher was outside. "Oi, Louis! Don't call me like that.", he had replied, a groan on his lips as he rolled his eyes. Louis chuckled, "Sorry, Niall."

And like that, Harry had found out his name. And that he didn't like nicknames.

He. Niall.

It was a few months later, after Niall's birthday, which he had celebrated with a big party. And everyone was invited. Everyone. Except Harry. The curly one was sad at first, but he tried to convince himself that it wasn't Niall's fault. It surely has been Louis'. The two were spending way too much time together, if you asked Harry. But no-one ever asked him, so why did it matter?

As already said, a few months later, snow was falling and Harry was standing outside his school, polishing his glasses and waiting for his mother to pick him up. Harry had probably've should noticed, when he heard laughs and chuckles and other suppressed noises. But he wasn't paying attention; too caught up thinking about the way how Niall laughed loudly and how his eyes teared when he did it too hard.

"Oi, isn't that the dork you told me about, Lou?", Harry heard the blond's voice just a few feet away from him, putting his glasses back on to see clearer. "Yeah, that's him.", he heard as reply, but he was too much of a chicken to look. He just wished that his mother would be coming soon. "Hey, you!", Niall called out again, then turned to Louis, "What's his name again?" Louis laughed, "Harold."