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Here is the long awaited chapter 3 written by my good friend, Cyan. If you guys could check out some of the other stories by me, it would make my day! Follow me on instagram for awkward selfies and other crap, it's the same as my wattpad name.
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October Ezra
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With much inconvenience, Niall's locker was situated right next to Louis' locker. It was also directly above Harry's locker, and diagonal to Liam and Zayn's lockers. How wonderful.
Louis made the first move of all the boys in the school. He approached Niall, who was his new locker buddy.
"Hi!" Louis said at Niall, who spun around quickly to look at the toned boy in front of him. "I'm Louis, your new locker buddy. And you are...?" Louis said, already knowing the blonde boy's name, age, and whole bio. But he wanted to start on a good note with the small Irish boy.
"Oh, I'm, um, I'm Niall, uh, nice to, uh, meet you Louis." Niall stuttered embarrassingly, hoping he hadn't blown his first chance at making a friend.
Louis just smiled, knowing the situation Niall must have been in.
"It's ok, I don't bite. I see you are quite popular with the school. Don't worry, they will get used to being around a porn star soon." Louis whispered the last bit.
Niall went blue. He felt absolutely and utterly embarrassed. He suddenly felt airy, feeling the need to both throw up and faint. To support his weight, Niall, leaned into the locker and tried to control his breathing, only to end up going a little cross eyed, and the feeling of fainting grew stronger.
Liam noticed this, being a student in physical health, and rushed over to help the blonde.
"Hey, hey. It's ok, just breathe. I think you need to see the nurse." Liam cooed, offering a shoulder to lean on which Niall took gladly, Liam taking most of Niall's weight. Zayn and Harry joined the others, taking Niall to the room a few doors down labelled 'Nurse's Office'.
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Niall felt so weak. He had taken a pounding last night and that morning, he could barely feel his arse. That morning hadn't gone so well, almost fainting in front of the hall and being completely and utterly exposed, and discovering a stutter he now had. His master wouldn't be happy if he had a stutter from now on.
Niall lay on one of two beds in the room, covered by one thin sheet. He had an ice pack on his forehead to prevent him from fainting, and he had four complete strangers by his side. The bell hadn't gone yet, thank god. He wanted a clean participation record.
Niall had underestimated the number of gay boys in the school. Niall took a deep sigh, wondering how he was going to survive high school.
Two of the four boys were sitting on the other bed, one of them was Louis and the other had very curly dark hair. He didn't know his name. The brunette haired boy that helped Niall in the hall was sitting at the end of Niall's bed, looking at him intensely. The other boy, the one with black hair and tattoos, was sitting on the floor with crossed legs.
As soon as the bell went, Niall grabbed the ice pack on his forehead and piffed it at the bedside table, threw the sheet off himself and sprinted out the door, leaving behind the four very confused strangers.
Niall grabbed his books for English, ignored the stares and silence, and made his way to room 403, his English classroom.
Niall survived another 5 periods of staring and awkward glances, not having any of his classes with the four boys that helped him. He gloomily made his way to his locker in the middle section of the hall, the boys yet again parting to make him a path. Niall stared at his sneakers the whole way, and sadly emptied his homework into his bag. Ignoring the world around him, with a sigh, he left the building to the awaiting red car infront of the school, driven by his master.
He threw his bag in the trunk unenthusiastically, and slumped into the front seat with his head down.
His master wasn't a mean master, he was really quite nice when you got him in the right mood. It was only when he was horny that the 20 year old was dominant and punishing. Niall preferred his master in a good mood.
He noticed the way Niall was acting, and realized he was a bit down straight away.
"Niall baby? Aw, what's wrong?" He asked kindly towards the boy.
"Nothing, can we please just go home?"
"Once you have told me. Please tell me so I can fix it Niall?"
"There is nothing to fix!" And with that, Niall burst into tears. He couldn't hold back any more. His master just cooed, leaned over and pulled the Irish boy into a tight hug. "Shh, it's ok, it's all ok." "No it's not!" Niall yelped through hiccups of his tears.
"It's not ok, today was the worst day of my life! They recognized me, everyone knew me! I almost fainted in the hall, I have a crap load of homework and no friends at all. They all stare at me like they want to eat me." Niall explained through tears.
His master pulled him closer into his chest. "Don't swear sweetheart, it's not good for you. We'll go home now, and ill make you feel better. I'll always make you feel better honey. I'm here." And with that, Niall uncurled himself from the safety of his master's arms, and they drove home quietly together.
