"Niall Horan come down to the office." The speaker in class said. I just got up with my bag and walked out heading to the office.
I opened the door and walked in; "You called me in?"
"Yeah the principle needs you." She smiled standing up and leading me down the small hallway in the office to the principles room; I walked in; there was a boy with long curly hair which held a white flower crown. He was wearing a pink jumper with overalls; he looks really adorable.
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"What is this about?" I asked sitting down.
"This is Harry; he's deaf and we need someone to interpret for him. You're the only student who knows sign language in this school." The principal, Mrs. Bright said.
"Oh." I looked at him; and he looked back at me.
"Hi." He signed to me. "I'm Harry."
"I'm Niall." I signed back; he grinned when I did that and I turned back to the principal.
"So can you sign what I'm saying right now for him?" She asked and I nodded then she continued to talk as I signed everything she says for Harry, "You'll need to be with him for the whole school day, his teachers are going to be notified of his disability so his due dates for things will always be extended and for group projects or any assignment you need to be with him; you also need to help him study."
I looked at Harry to make sure he got all that and he seemed to be paying attention so I went with it. "That won't be a problem. I can do that."
"Good, let me just sync up his classes with your and then you're good to go back to class." She said typing in her computer; "Okay go ahead to 2nd period."
I got up; Harry looked at me and did the same thing; "Were going to our next class. I'm going to interpret for you."
"Oh thank you." He smiled at me and then followed me to the hall.
The halls were crowded with people, and the chaos was so perfect, like a movie. There was the couple that was always making out on the left side of the hall, and about ten feet farther down, the cliquey girls. Opposite them, the cliquey jocks, and between them, the parade of band geeks with their huge instrument cases.
There were the aerospace tech kids who never did anything but make paper airplanes and the fashion kids that wheeled mannequins and clothing racks down the halls.
I made my way with Harry; taking his hand quickly when someone runs past us. He looked down at our hands; then back at me. I let go; "Sorry didn't want you to get bumped into."
"It's no problem; I like your hands." He then started to blush I just smirked even though he couldn't hear it. We made our way to English where Mr. Tomlinson sat at his desk like usual waiting for kids to sit down.
"Oh Niall, this is Harry right?" He said as we walked in.
"Yeah." I responded.
"Well I had to do some moving for you both to be able to sit together so you're new seats are behind Chloe and Makiyah; just make sure he gets everything." I nodded and we went to our seats and sat down.
As class started it at first was really hard to copy everything Mr Tomlinson said into sign language but once I got the hang of it I just started summarising what he said for Harry; I did that for the rest of the classes as well and I helped him with every assignment we were given. It was hard; but I wasn't going to let Harry fail because he has a disability.
