Code Black (N.S)

6.

Niall's POV

A little while had passed since I had moved here and Harry's constant harassment didn't seem to have faded even in the slightest. 

Don't get me wrong, I would have told mum that Harry was bullying me, as I knew that was the smartest thing to do. Though I didn't want to, seeing as though mum and Anne had become best friends.

Call me stupid, but I was worried that by me telling her that Harry was such a horrible person, she wouldn't be friends with Anne any longer. I didn't want to be responsible for mum losing the first close friend she'd had in a long time.

I hadn't told anyone about what Harry was doing to me, knowing it would only get worse for me. His bullying were painful enough as it was, I didn't want to anger him into making things even more painful for me. I didn't think I could deal with it getting any worse. 

Things were already bad enough, considering Harry now had the advantage of knowing about my father. I was actually surprised he hadn't told the whole school about it, just like people had done at my old school. 

I obviously still hadn't gotten used to being physically harmed but I would rather that than having to listen to the words Harry would say to me. Each interaction between us brought a series of hurtful words, which were even more painful than whatever physical pain he decided to inflict on me.

I wished I knew why he hated me.

Sadly, since mum had began to get closer to Anne, they had been hanging out quite often, meaning I had to see Harry much more than I wanted to.

I felt sorry for Anne, she was a nice woman and had no idea that her son was such an arsehole, not just to me, but to the whole school.

What really confused me was that mum had this crazy idea in her head that Harry and I could be friends, or even more crazy, that we would be more than that. Of course, he was definitely attractive. I couldn't deny that he was possibly one of the most attractive people I had ever seen, but I would never think of dating someone who treated me in the way that Harry did.

I was still shocked that Harry hadn't managed to scare off my friends. At my old school, if there were people who didn't have anything against me, they wouldn't dare to speak to me because they feared they would end up the same as me.

That definitely wasn't the case at this new school. In fact, they all, particularly Liam, had began to get really protective over me. I never had a bond like that with someone, and as horrible as it was to see Harry everyday, my new friends made it all worth it. 

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"Niall?" 

My thoughts were broken by Ariana, who happened to be right next to me as we walked to Art. I could tell she had been trying to gain my attention for a little while now, she seemed slightly freaked out at my oblivious state but looked relieved when she got my attention.

"You've been zoning out quite a lot lately, its creeping me out. What are you thinking about?" she asked, laughing a little, which made me smile.

"Sorry, I've just been daydreaming," I mumbled as we arrived at our lesson.

Thankfully, Ariana's tendency to talk a lot meant that I didn't have to continue talk about myself, and so the subject of my thoughts was dropped as Ariana told me about some new TV show she had discovered the night before and spent most of the night watching.

Although she probably talked more than the rest of the class put together, she wasn't overly distracting during class. Of course there were times when I wished I had complete silence but I was glad that I had the company.