The Beautiful Boy -Narry Storan-

Part 4

Harry smiled at the boy. He noticed Harry's tattoo and sang the song. He had a beautiful voice.

Harry blushed. "So what's your name?"

Niall stared at him for a second, then he relaxed. "I'm Niall," he lilted in an accent Harry could now place. Irish.

Niall turned towards Harry. "I've heard about you..." he started, then paused. "What do you write in that notebook? The one you carry about all the time."

By now Niall's voice had gotten quiet.

Harry paused for a moment, then said, "It's a secret. Sorry," he shrugged.

Niall nodded. "It's cool," he said. He stopped at a door decorated with decals of different musical notes. He slung his guitar over his left shoulder, and opened the door with his right.

Harry followed into the choir room. Music was always something that was there for him, when nobody else was.

Mr. Janz walked up to Harry. "Harry Styles?" Harry nodded. "You can sit next to Niall, over there." He pointed to a seat in the middle row, next to Niall. "Later, we can do voice testing for bass or tenor." He walked off, and Harry walked towards Niall.

Niall was strumming something on his guitar, and mumbling some lyrics along with it.

"What are you singing?" Harry cocked his head, he'd never heard this song before.

Niall looked up surprised, then said, "It's an original song I wrote," he smiled."

He started strumming again, this time singing louder. "You been lonely, you don't even know me, but I can feel you crying."

Harry felt his eyes brim with tears. Niall was the only thing that meant anything to him. It is reason enough to be alive, the hope that you may one day see a face that has meant something to you.

"Are you... crying?" Niall looked at Harry, and furrowed his brow. Niall's blue eyes clouded over.

Harry wiped his eyes and composed himself. "Nah, I'm fine."

Niall continued strumming lightly, and Harry clutched his notebook tightly.

The bell rang and Mr. Janz started class by first taking roll, then starting off with some warm ups.

"Class, don't forget about the concert on Friday," Mr. Janz said. It was already Thursday. "The rehearsal is after school until 5, and be here again at 7, wearing formal clothes."

A punk kid, dressed in a green football jersey and covered in tattoos, rolled his eyes from the front row, and raised his hand.

"Yes, Louis?"

"What happens if we don't show up?"

Mr. Janz raised his eyebrows and said, "You can fail this class, and get kicked off the football team."

Louis muttered something under his breath, that sounded like, "What the hell?"

Somebody walked in late, out of breath, his long hair flipping around. He was dressed in a white tank top, black skinny jeans, and a leather jacket.

He took a seat next to Niall, who waved to him.

Somewhere in the front row, Louis smirked while Mr. Janz asked, "Liam, why are you late?"

Louis stifled a laugh, and Liam sighed and said, "Coach made me run laps after class. Sorry."

Harry put his head down and decided to stare at the rips in his leather boots instead of listening to people he didn't know bicker.

Before he knew it, second hour was over and Harry could finally go to art.