Misunderstood (Narry)

Chapter 3

I was tipping my pen against my history book repeatedly glaring at the ticking clock in the wall impatient not caring about what the teacher was explaining to us, the subject was actually the most boring not talking about the topic of the day even my dearest classmates (notice the sarcasm here).

I shifted myself in the uncomfortable metal chair, holding my head with my left hand I turned to the window and glared at the bright blue sky it was a beautiful sunny morning which is rare here in England we usually have cloudy grey days but it was an exception today, suddenly I felt more relax forgetting about all the previous nerves and anxiety I had been feeling since I woke up. All I could think about was that blonde haired boy and what should I do or say when he were in front of me. God I don't even know why am I this nervous I have never acted this way before not even with my friends, it's a different/weird feeling like if I have done something really bad to a very important person in my life and I'm the only one who can fix it.

I let out a sigh playing with the top of my shoelaces then a voice calling my name made me come back to earth.

-"Mr. Styles for your not so complacent sound I assume that my class is getting you a bit boring, isn't it?" My teacher said sending me a knowing look.

-"Nn...No Mrs. Brown of course not, sorry I didn't mean it." I said lowering my head in shame. I could hear the murmurs of my classmates as they looked directly at me.

Why me? I thought glancing the floor. I decided to try to pay attention to the rest of the class not wanting other call from my teacher it's so embarrassing when it happens that all I want to do is disappear in my seat or be invisible like the air, and all of this for a boy that I have barely interacted with.

The familiar sound of the bell pierced my ears, standing up from my place I made my way down the hall looking for the ones that had the brilliant idea of inviting Niall to sit with us at lunch, if you asked me this is just so awkward.

-"Hey mate!" I turned to face Zayn standing next to me with a wide smile.

-"Hey" I simply responded stuffing my hands on my pockets not really fancy for what was about to come. what if he think I'm just a freak?, what if I say something stupid and deep myself even more?, what if this whole thing doesn't work at all?, what if he's the type of guy who make things just for their own good not caring about how hurt the other person could end up being?.

The nerves and anxiety were consuming me even more as we took a step closer to the cafeteria.

-"What's going on, in that little head of yours?" Zayn asked, slipping an arm on my shoulder.

-"I-It's just that I'm not sure if this is a good idea" I said connecting my eyes to his. He let out a sigh getting lost on his thoughts for a moment before sending me a soft smile.

-"It's going to be just fine you got our backs so you don't have to worry about it, You are not alone in this game." He tried to cheer me up but It didn't work like he was expecting. I don't know what happened to me, yesterday I was convinced that I could go through this without so much help but now I couldn't say the same.

We stopped walking as we reached the entrance of the cafeteria Zayn looked at me and muttered a "Ready?" I simply nodded swallowing the lump in my throat.

As we got close to our table I spotted Liam and Louis already there with Niall by their side laughing about some silly joke, I didn't know how they got there too fast neither why they were acting like it wasn't a big deal at all, of course it wasn't a big deal to them but me.

Ok Harry, just try to put yourself together.

-"Look who's finally here!" Liam said glaring at us with a big grin that can make your cheeks hurt just to look at it.