A Change of Mind

Chapter one

A/N- Hey there! So I got the idea for this story on my way home and decided to write the first chapter as soon as I got home so I didn't forget the story line in my head. TAKE NOTE! Majority of the time you will read things in Harry's perspective but there will be Marcel and Edwards thoughts throughout so make sure you pay attention to who's thoughts they are. Also I would like to say I'm going from what I know of DID, I'm not an expert, and it will be quite different since in this story Harry can visibly see Marcel and Edward around him(I don't know of that's what it is like with DID or not sorry) I find multiple personalities interesting actually! Enjoy!

Harry's POV

My foot tapped the floor, creating a constant flapping noise that echoed throughout the classroom. I gulped.

Two more minutes.

I glanced at the clock again.

One minute.

'Would you relax Harry!? Jeez...' Edward snapped, raising his eyebrows at me.

I narrowed my eyes at him. Ed was probably the most annoying, always judging other people by how they dress or look, he sat at the back of the classroom the majority of the time; drawing on his arms, adjusting his beanie and groaning from boredom every five minutes.

Edward was your typical punk. Snappy, reserved, anger problems; oh and very very gay. Dyed black hair (straightened), lip piercing, septum, snake bites; you name it. His signature look was torn black skinny jeans with a baggy tee and an over sized black hoodie (which he had convinced me to wear today) shadowing his dark features.

A sigh came from my right as Marcel furrowed his brow at the questions scribbled across the board.

Marcel was very different; he was trust worthy and incredibly smart! His huge dorky glasses magnified his deep green eyes, light chocolate hair slicked back with a generous amount of gel. He wore simple white shirt with a vest tucked into his pants and smart brown boots.

Despite their different personalities and styles; they were identical to me. Brown hair, green eyes, tall, gangly and all-round very reserved. We enjoyed each other's company and kept to ourselves, with not many other friends other than Niall and Liam.

I didn't need anyone else.

The bell rang at that moment and I shot up from my desk, knocking the one next to me and receiving a rude comment from a common douche bag.

'Why are you in such a hurry, Haz?' Marcel caught up beside me, panting.

I glanced behind us to see Ed plodding along, yawning, hands in pockets. I carried on ahead, praying.

Okay, heres my problem. Since the start of school there's been one group of people I tried my best to avoid. One person in particular. The guy who sent chills down my spine and made me loose my breath each time I heard his voice. He's been there since day one of this hell hole and has driven me mad (madder than I already am).

"Oi! Ya' alright mate?" Shit.

Yes.

That's right.

Louis fucking Tomlinson.

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Louis' POV

I clapped my hand on Zayn's back, "Oi! Ya' alright mate?"

He grinned and pulled me into a half hug, "Yeah I'm good, how yeh doin' Lou?"

I yawned and shrugged half heartedly, looking round at the passing students.