"I'm Niall, and I actually moved down here from-"
"Scottland. You're Scottish for sure." Harry beamed excitedly, feeling as if he'd just won the lottery. He continued his gaze on the small blonde boy for a moment, a huge grin plastered across his face. Then, he felt a pair of strong arms wrap around his stomach, followed by a deep, gruff voice in his ears. This just made him smile impossibly larger. Niall stared awkwardly, but trying not to coo at how sweet that was. That guy must be Harry's boyfriend, or so Niall believes.
"Good morning Haz. Also, he's Irish, trust me. Poor boy is the talk of the the school this morning." The boy says with a small chuckle, sitting down in the seat beside Harry's. Niall nods his head in understanding to the boy's comment. It's not every day that a school in the U.K. gets an Irish student. Harry face palms with a giggle and wow, this boy is adorable. That's something everyone would agree with.
"I- I knew that Zayn. Anyways, this is Niall, my new friend. Niall, this is my best friend Zayn Malik."
"Nice to meet you Irish." Zayn said with a wink, shaking the slightly shorter boy's hand. When Niall laughs, Harry loses it. He can't help himself, because Niall just has the funniest laugh. Harry barks out an extremely large laugh, but then covers his mouth quickly. Zayn can't help but chuckle a little bit too. Then, after Harry calms down enough, he pulled out his phone and headphones while Niall tells Zayn about how he and his step-brother moved here the other day because their parents found well paying jobs down here. That's all Harry hears before shoving his headphones in his ears and drowning out all sounds with his favorite playlist. The one that's full of Bon Iver, Ben Howard, Regina Spektor and classical music. They're all pretty sad, but to Harry, they're calming and comforting. He honestly couldn't stand listening to Zayn's heavy metal or Jamaican styled music. Nor could he handle Liam's taste for pop music and vulgar rap songs.
So Harry just sleeps his way through first hour, waking up nearly every ten minutes. He mentally curses Zayn for waking him up ten minutes before class was over.
"Hang on Ni. Harry! For the billionth time, get up!" Harry hears Zayn yell. The thing is, Harry woke up the first time Zayn awoke him, his body is just too tired to move. He slightly grins at the fact that Zayn already gave Niall a nickname. Typical Zayn. Everything good comes to an end right? Zayn literally drags Harry out of his chair and yanks him to his feet. Not only does he have random sleep disruptions every night, but he also has a Zayn. Harry slowly picks up his bag and slings it over his shoulders and that's when the loud bell rings. He stands there for another second or so, yawning and rubbing his eye with his knuckle. It hurts to walk, the bones in his legs literally about to give out on him. This, Harry thinks, is probably due to his lack of sleep.
The last time Harry had a full nights sleep was when he was-? Harry doesn't even remember the last time he's slept all night. It doesn't bother him much, considering it's been this way all his sixteen years of living.
He can vividly remember when the doctors told his mother that he had angelman syndrome. It was possibly the worst day of his life. The news wasn't too horrible, but what happened after he received the news was. That was the day that everything went downhill.
Granted, his dad wasn't too great of a person in the first place, but what he did was out of line.
"Des, please? I'm sorry!" Anne shouted to her husband of nineteen years. Harry stared, feeling baffled at what was happening. Why in the world was she apologizing? Harry cannot help the way that he is. It's a part of his life now, and it's not like it's contagious or something.
Angelman Syndrome. That's all he has, yet his dad treats him like he has AIDS, and now he is leaving because "my son is a freak anne. I am sorry, and I love you both, but I can't be seen with him, anywhere. I can't let anyone know my son is - is - this way."
