Invisible [NARRY]

one.

one.

"Veronica, Shelby, Marcus..." I cringed as I knew I was next on the list of role. Ms. Moreno, my music teacher, lifted her head as she searched the room, an eyebrow raised. "Is Harry Styles here?"

I bit my lip as I hesitantly raised a hand.

"Oh, there you are. Sorry, didn't notice you came in."

No one does, I silently agreed. I forced a smile and nodded my head in false understandment. I don't think anyone in this school was aware that I had rather large dimples because I never gave a real, genuine smile to any other being than my mum.

Mrs Moreno continued one with role call and I lowered my head, observing the blank notebook in front of me. I hadn't bothered to write the song like we were required to; Ms. Moreno never calls me up to turn in my homework. She usually forgets I'm in her class. No one really remembers.

In fact, I could probably fall asleep in class right now and no one would notice.

Thinking that wasn't such a bad idea, I rested my cheek against the cold desk and my eyelids began to droop.

"Oi, Styles, can I see your song?" A voice sounded in the back of my mind. I shook it off. No one ever talks to me, so it was probably just my imagination.

My eyes completely shut and I gave content sigh inside of my body. It felt so good to sleep, it was something I don't get to do a lot of.

"Ahem... Erm... Harry, is it? Ms. Moreno is making us be in partners to check each others' songs and I really need to see your song," a gentle voice whispered in my ear. I felt a jab to my side and I almost yelped out. But because of "training" I've had, I just lifted my head and blinked a few times, my eyes adjusting to the light.

There was commotion and a lot of chatter going on throughout the room and I saw Ms. Moreno sitting behind her desk. She hadn't woken me up, so that meant... Someone had noticed me.

Turning my head, my eyes met with stunning dark brown ones. The boy standing in front of me had stubble coating his jawline, extremely long lashes, and his hair up in a quiff. A school football jersey was placed on his muscular body and my breath was taken away by his tattoos. This boy looked like a model.

"If you're done checking me out now, I'd like to see your song," he smirked. A blush crept across my cheeks and I nodded, fumbling for my notebook.

My palms sweated as I grabbed the notebook.

C'mon Harry, I coached myself. Just give it to him. It's not that hard. He won't judge you for handing him a notebook.

Due to my anxiety, it was painfully difficult to give him the light object. He raised an eyebrow and looked expectantly as he watched my trembling hands. I squeezed my eyes shut, mentally beating myself up for making a simple task such a trouble.

All in an instant, I shoved the notebook into his hands. He exhaled and gave me a look that contained amusement and anger. "Pushy, are we?"

"Sorry," I mumbled, my cheeks probably growing as red as blood.

"Did I just hear you talk? It's a miracle! No need to be embarrassed, Styles, I find you quite interesting." I gave him one of my fake smiles and he shook his head. "None of those. If you don't want to smile, don't give a fake one."

With that, he flipped open my notebook. Puzzled, the boy examined each of the pages as if he was looking for invisible ink. "Where's the bloody words?"

"They don't exist," I shrugged.

A grin spread across his face. "You don't do your homework? I like you, we'll get along just fine."

The corners of my lips curled up and he gave me a shocked look. Knowing what it was for, I reached my hand up to feel the indented dimples in the side of my cheeks. I pressed my lips back together, washing them off of my face.

"The name's Zayn Malik, though most people refer to me as 'perfect' or 'beautiful'. Take your pick." He flashed a cheeky smile and I shook my head.

"Most people call me weird," I blurted out without a thought.

Zayn chuckled. "I can see why." The frown on my face caused him to playfully punch my shoulder. "Kidding. Anywho, sorry for wasting your time, Styles. I was going to partner up ole' Nialler, but Louis called him. The bastard."

Nialler? "Who's Nialler?"

Zayn's jaw dropped. "Niall Horan is only the coolest kid you'll ever meet. He gets all the ladies because he's a natural charmer. Everyone and anyone has dreamed of being in his shoes at least once in their life. I'm a lucky one and I've grown close to him." Zayn cupped his hands around his mouth and shouted, "Nialler!"

A blonde boy's head raised and I nearly gasped. He was stunning.

He had incredibly blue eyes. Seriously, they were as blue as the ocean or the sky and equally as beautiful. His hair wasn't entirely blonde, the roots were darker and it was styled into a small quiff. He gave a small and waved to Zayn, and I noticed his incredibly perfect teeth.

Even after he turned around, I still stared in awe at him. How have I never noticed such a perfect creature before? Usually, they're the ones not noticing me.

Zayn must've noticed me staring because he placed a hand on my back. "You've got a problem with checking out people, Harry. Oh, and you're drooling." Insecurely, my hand shot up to my mouth to wipe away any liquid that may be there but there was none. "Kidding," Zayn grinned.

"Whatever," I grumbled.

"Return to your seats," Ms. Moreno shouted, causing all of the class to jump.

"Nice talking to ya, Styles. You're... interesting. But don't think this well be a regular thing." And with that, Zayn scrambled back to his seat in the front of the classroom.

I knew it was too good to be true. Zayn was an ass, just like the rest of them.

My thoughts drifted back to Niall as my forehead dropped against my desk, hoping to continue my previous plan to fall asleep.

Niall Horan.

Niall Horan.

With that, my eyes shut and stayed that way until the bell rang, telling us it was time for the next period.

(You guys like it so far? I don't think anyone is even reading this. Whoops.)

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