Sorry Sir (H.S)

Chapter 15

The door slowly opens and Niall's head peeks into the room, the curtains are wide open due to mine and Harry's laziness, the street lamps from outside being the only source of light for me to see him.

"Is he asleep?" He whispers gesturing towards his peaceful sleeping best friend behind me. I nod in reply, "Can we talk please?"

I sigh while carefully detaching Harry's arms from around me and climbing out of the bed carefully to avoid waking Harry up.

Once Harry noticed Niall's presence earlier after apologising to me he suddenly then suggested to watch the notebook, which we did until Niall confessed he was tired so me and Harry had left him on the couch, where he would be sleeping, to retreat into his room. However I never said anything about Harry's sudden change to him. Instead I just spoke to him about the performance while he offered me one of his tops to sleep in. I've stayed over with him on many occasions however tonight the feel of his arms around me felt abnormal, his minty breath hitting the back of my neck had given me goosebumps but not the cute kind. I felt threatened in his presence.

After closing the door quietly, I walk over to the couch where Niall was already seated, covered up in his blanket as he watches me take a seat next to him.

He clears his throat once I've settled. "So I guess we should talk about i-"

"He's got a bipolar disorder right?" I cut him off, already knowing the answer I carry on, "Well he's got that and something else I can tell. No one gets that possessive or changed emotions that quickly." I say confused.

"No! No god no!" He exclaims quietly careful not to wake Harry up. "Its just one. He suffers from Bipolar disorder. It's recently gotten better, but obviously you and men provoke him." He says shaking his hair abit. I stay silent taking in the fact that my teacher who is also my boyfriend suffers from a disorder he never told me about.

"Why hadn't he told me?" I ask slightly hurt.

"Like I said, we all have pasts Nikita. Harry's past however...well it's pretty bad. Had he told you about his past relationships?" I shake my head, every time I had ever brought up the subject to him he'd just brush it off with not wanting to talk about the past when his future is infront of him while looking straight at me, so I dropped it. Niall sighs before he continues, "Well before we left to go to uni, we both met this one girl, her name is Elenor. She was beautiful, honestly, she was tall, skinny and brunette. We both fell helplessly in love with her unintentionally. But I knew for a fact Harry had it worse. He's always has been the one to fall too easily you know, he's soft and caring. I knew he had fallen for her way more then I had, so I let him have her. They were so happy together." He looks down smiling, probably reminiscing. "But then came the end of summer party before we were to start uni. She was so drunk, and all I wanted to do was help her. I just wanted to help her Nikita. I never intended to do anything else." I slightly freeze bracing myself for what he's about to say.

"She just came onto me. Forced herself on me! I had no clue what to do, I just froze. But I should have reacted fast enough because next thing I know Harry's bashing my face in against the wall." I gasp quietly. "Fuck knows where Elenor went, because after he was tired he stopped and turned around only to turn back to face me a second later to then rush over to me asking if I was okay. His emotions just jumped one from to the other so quickly I was so confused. But then it all clicked. He told me everything the next morning after breaking things off with Elenor. He's had it since he was 10. But it only heightened when he was in a relationship." He finishes glancing at me to see my reaction. "So please I beg you look after my best friend. Don't hurt him. Don't let him turn into whoever the fuck else he could be."

Hearing the vulnerability in his tone I nod my head confidently. "This doesn't change anything Niall." I reply truthfully. Because in all honestly, knowing about Harry's disorder just drives me toward him further. It wouldn't be hard being with him, I'd just have to avoid men touching me in front of him. And in the most selfish way ever, it's more thrilling.