Narry One Shot

Freshman & Senior

Niall's POV

High school had always been an intimidating thing. I was fixing to start my freshman year and the anxiety was already kicking in. I didn't want to go, but I really didn't have a choice. It was 6:30 so I had about thirty minutes to get ready. Slowly dragging myself out of my bed, I made my way to the bathroom to take a quick shower. Feeling refreshed, I dried myself off and got dressed. I decided to wear a brown jumper, blue skinny jeans and white vans. Grabbing my phone and backpack, I went downstairs to grab a small bite of breakfast. I was feeling a bit nauseous so I just ate a piece of toast with jam on it.

"Niall! You're going to be late! Hurry up!" My mom yelled from outside.

I shut and locked the door behind me and jumped into the car. Trying to calm my nerves, I got on my phone and checked my instagram. I had a few notifications from my friends liking my pictures but nothing exciting. Locking my phone, I just decided to close my eyes and lean my head against the window until we got there.

"Niall, love. We're here." I got out of the car and made my way to the front doors. Here goes nothing I said to myself. As soon as I opened the door, the hallways were flooded with students.  It was insane.

Harry's POV

Another day at this horrible school. Thankfully this was my last year here, so I only had to put up with this crap for a little while longer. I opened my locker to grab my books so I could head to Trig. While turning the lock, a short blonde haired boy stood next to me and cleared his throat. I glanced down, seeing as I towered over him, and raised my eyebrow.

"Um.. My locker is right under yours.." he said quietly. That was another thing I hated about this school. The lockers were stacked on top of each other so you had to deal with awkward crap like this. I grabbed what I needed and shut my locker. Moving to the side, I began to study the younger boy. He looked like he was fourteen so that meant he was a freshman. The oversized jumper he wore hid his tiny body while the skinny jeans hugged his legs tightly. His blonde hair was tousled and the glasses he had on perfectly framed his cherubic face.

The bell rang, snapping me out of my thoughts. He was still standing there, so I grabbed a pen and a small piece of paper and wrote "meet me in the bathroom in 10 minutes". I handed it to him, leaving him standing there with a shocked expression on his face. I don't know what the hell I was doing, but I felt like I needed to know him.

Niall's POV

I heard the second warning bell ring before I realized what had just happened. Gripping the note in my hand, I ran to class before I was late. I sat down in a seat by the door and waited for the teacher to call roll. After my name was called, I asked to be excused to use the restroom. Without questioning it, she said yes and I calmly walked out, not trying to seem suspicious.

My heart started to race as I made my way towards the bathroom. The halls were quiet, so it intensified the pounding thud coming from my chest. I stood outside the door, trying to calm my nerves. It had been five minutes since I left class but it felt like an hour. I opened the door and walked in, seeing a tall figure leaning against one of the stalls.

"Hey there little freshman," he said in a low, raspy tone. I could smell fresh mint and smoke lingering off of his clothes. He was wearing ripped black skinny jeans, shiny black boots, a white shirt that had a few rips in it and a dark blue flannel. He had bad boy written all over him.

"So.. what did you want to meet me here for?" I glanced up and looked into his eyes. They were a piercing green with small specks of gold that reflected in the sunlight. I was awestruck.

Harry's POV

I couldn't get over how adorable he was, just standing there in front of me, biting his bottom lip. The silence between us was killing me so I cleared my throat, trying to figure out what to say.

"There's something about you that intrigues me. I can't quite put my finger on it but I'm going to figure it out. That's only if it's okay with you of course."

He had leaned himself back up against one of the sinks and had his hands tucked in his pockets. When he looked up, I felt like I was looking into an ocean. His eyes were a breathtakingly blue that someone could get lost in. I walked towards him slowly, noticing he started to tense up a bit so I stopped in my tracks.

"I'm sorry I didn't introduce myself earlier. I'm Harry Styles," I said, extending my hand out to shake his. He paused for a moment, but reached out and took it. His hand was ten times smaller than mine, allowing mine to engulf it.

"I'm Niall.. Niall Horan," he said in barely a whisper.

I made my way closer to him, standing about a half arms length away. I didn't notice it but I was still holding his hand, which surprised me that he hadn't pulled it away. We both just stood there, not saying anything. Without even thinking, I pulled him into my arms and held his tiny body against mine. He was startled, but I felt his body relax a few seconds later. I took my hand and gently lifted his chin so I could look into his eyes.

"Niall, love. I'm going to be honest. I'm deeply attracted to you and want you to be mine."

I could hear his heart pounding as his eyes grew bigger. I was honestly surprised myself because I had never done anything like this before. But for some reason, I was mad about this boy. Not even giving him a chance to answer, I brought his soft, pink lips to mine and kissed him ever so gently.

A million butterflies filled my stomach as we stood there kissing. There were so many words to describe this feeling, but at the moment I couldn't think of one because I was lost in him.

Niall's POV

Holy sh*t. This was the last thing I had expected to happen. Here I was a shy, freshman boy who couldn't even find the courage to talk to someone like Harry. But once his lips touched mine, all of that went away. This was beyond perfect and definitely something that only happened once in a life time.

A freshman and senior falling for each other.