Secrets

(A/N) Hellooo my readers! That is if I even, have any. I have decided to start fresh on this story, I wasn't going in the way I hoped it to be. the entire story line is going to be completely different.

Everything about him was, perfect. Not even perfect.There are no words to paint a picture of him. Those eyes, curls, christ, it's like he's from some other world.

But there was something that was holding me back. Something that was making me show restraint to even talk to him, to save myself from the pain.

Him and I, well. We're both guys. and we're both straight. Not me obviously, but everyone thinks I'm as straight as a dead persons heartbeat.

Harry Styles. Even his name was so distinctive. Lord. I'm talking to my own self again. Is this unhealthy?

"Aye! Tommo!" I heard the only Irish accent in the school calling me. "Oh, hey Horan." I smiled, doing our stupid handshake.

"Are you going to be at the party? I hear it's going to be wicked!" Niall genuinely cheered. This boy was always partying, he loved life and tried living it as much as he could. Which is why he's very well-known in the school, as well as the neighborhood.

"Oh, I don't know if I could make it, but I really will try. I haven't been to a party in months."

"Oi, I'll make sure you get your bum to the party. You have a clue where Payne's house is?" he said.

"Course! The bloke is my bitch since grade school." I laughed.

"Good. If you're not there I will make it my mission to drag your ass to the house." Niall threatened.

"Alright leprechaun. Get your jigging ass to class." I teased him.

"Fuck you." he joked.

~£~

The first period bell rang, which meant it was over. I rushed out of the class, relieved that it was over. Math was my least favorite and the fact that my teacher was as dull as a doorknob didn't make my period any better.

As I walk into the traffic, I instantly get knocked over.

My books spread across the hallway floor as my tailbone felt like it was broken. "For fucks sake man, watch where you're goin-"

My breath hitched in my throat. Ready for the cliché shit you see in movies?

It was Harry Styles who had knocked me over. I'm about 99.9% sure Harry had the exact same expression on his face as myself.