Code Black (N.S)

5.

Niall's POV

I cried to myself once I was completely sure that Harry had left the room, allowing every single bit of emotion to leave my body as soon as I was alone.

I hated him. No, I despised him. How dare he come in and say things like that. He had absolutely no idea about anything in my life. He had no right to assume things like that, he was a bastard. Just because his life was so perfect, he had no right to make me feel shitty about mine. 

Particularly about something that was so clearly personal. I liked to think that my dad would be proud of who I turned out to be, that he would be happy with the person I had become since his passing. I hoped that he was proud of me for being happy with who I was but after Harry's words, I didn't know anymore.

How was Harry able to make my life miserable after not even a week of knowing him and make me dislike his existence on this earth, yet make everyone else think he was perfect?

It just wasn't fair. 

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Things didn't feel much better the next day. I woke up with that horrible feeling still in my chest. Even though I had slept much longer than I usually did, I still felt so exhausted, as though I had shut my eyes for a second before having to wake up.

Pushing away the urge to fall back to sleep, I let out a shaky sigh and slowly slipped out of the warmth that my bed brought, heading into the bathroom to get ready for another day.

I rubbed my eyes and looked at my reflection, not really impressed with what I saw. I had bloodshot eyes and dried tears on my face. My hair was messy, as though I had run through it at least fifty times the previous night, which I probably had. I sighed and shook my head, shaking the thoughts out of my mind as I washed my face.

I wiped the excess water off my face and looked back into the mirror, seeing my blue eyes staring back at me, a feature that I shared with my father.

My breath shook as I exhaled, wishing more than anything to see my father again. I wanted to hear him tell me that I shouldn't worry about people like Harry. I never knew just how much I would miss him if he were gone.

I walked down the hall and into the kitchen, seeing that it was indeed empty, mum had already left for work, just as she usually did. I questioned if she could hear me crying the night before but I quickly shook that thought off. If she knew I was crying, she would have said something to me last night. Not that it would make any difference, I wasn't about to snitch on Harry to my mother, the oh so perfect son of her new friend.

I shook my head and grabbed an apple from the bowl that was sitting on the bench, before exiting the house, making sure to lock the door, before I began the short walk to school. 

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In hopes of getting to class without seeing Harry at all, I made sure to walk as quickly as I could, not allowing myself to become distracted by anything. 

Thankfully, Harry was nowhere to be seen and I wondered how long my luck would last. After the events of the night before, I was dreading Harry's presence even more than I had previously. 

I looked down and walked past the students, who were too busy talking to each other to notice me walking towards my locker. Not that I minded. I would rather them ignoring me than having to hear them laughing and whispering about me.

I had just reached my locker and began to put in the combination, when I heard a soft voice call my name from behind me.

"Hey, Niall," I turned to see Ariana, long brown hair flowing behind her in a similar ponytail to the one she had yesterday.