Code Black (N.S)

57.

Harry's POV

The usual boredom that I usually felt whilst in class was interrupted by a sudden vibration from my pocket. I pulled my phone out and stared down at it with a frown, noticing Niall's contact name. Louis and Zayn turned their attention to me once they had seen me move, questioning expressions on their face. I shrugged at them, looking back down at my phone.

I wondered why Niall was calling me when he knew that I was in class. He generally wouldn't do this unless it was important. Sighing, I stuffed my phone into my pocket and raised my hand.

"Yes, Mr. Styles?" the teacher questioned.

"I need to use the bathroom," I told her. I was just hoping that she would allow me to leave, considering the possibility that Niall was in trouble.

"Very well," she said without much thought and returned to teaching the class. Perhaps I was still getting sympathy from people, considering she didn't even hesitate to let me leave.

I shot Louis and Zayn a look, silently telling them that I would tell them what was happening later, before standing. I ignored the looks I received from the other students as I walked outside the classroom and and took my now silent phone from my pocket.

"Niall?" I questioned as soon as I had rung him back, though was immediately relieved to hear his response, which didn't sound the least bit upset.

"What's wrong. Is everything okay?" I asked him.

"Yeah. I'm fine. I-I just got a call from the police station. They found Ryan. They just a-arrested him," he answered. I could practically see the glowing smile on his face.

"That's great, baby. See, I told you that things were going to get better," I told him, trying to sound as smug as possible but I was way too happy to do so.

"Yeah, o-okay. You were right, I should have listened to you. A-are you happy now?"

"Incredibly so," I told him honestly.

"Niall? Are you okay?" I questioned when I heard him let out a sudden pained noise. 

"Yeah. I-I'm fine. I just sat down a-and I'm...still a little sore," he replied weakly and I could clearly visualise the blush on his face. 

"Oh. Right. I'm sorry for getting carried away," I couldn't help but laugh. Regardless of my apology, I didn't even sound the slightest bit apologetic. 

"Harry...shut up," he whined. 

"I'm sorry, love. I'm not laughing at you. I mean...I am but I just think it's cute," I told him. 

"Y-you're a dick," he replied, most likely pouting. 

"I love you too. Now, besides the pain, how are you feeling?"I asked him, hoping that he didn't regret what had happened.

"I feel great. Honestly. It was perfect," he told me. 

"Great. Because I really enjoyed it as well. You were perfect," I grinned. 

"Okay. How about we stop talking a-about sex so you can go back to class," he suggested, sounding considerably embarrassed. 

"Not as fun...but fine. I'll talk to you later. Take it easy, okay? I don't want you hurting yourself too much," I told him, still thoroughly amused but still concerned about him getting hurt. 

"Shut up," he muttered. 

"Alright, fine. I love you," I told him, hanging up as soon as I heard his reply.