After the two had lunch that Saturday noon, it becomes their routine. Lunch every Saturday and dinner every Monday to Friday since Harry only come to the company at five at the afternoon. Harry's working schedule is different from Saturday since he's a working student. Every weekdays he's working time is five in the afternoon to eight in the evening and every Saturday he works from ten in the morning to six in the evening.
"How's the dinner dates with the Tomlinson?" Niall asked, wiggling his brow looking at Harry. They're now sitting on their school's cafeteria. It's already their lunch break.
"The dinner's great but it's really just a dinner not a date." Harry answered, rolling his eyes as he swirl his pasta on his fork.
"Okay. If that's what you like." Niall just shrugged and continue eating his lunch. The rest of their lunch was ate in silence. Comfortable silence.
When Harry was done he picked up his tray that contain the trash from his food and dump it in the nearest trash but before he reached the trash he feels his ankle crossed from another ankle, more like Nick's ankles that cause him to fall, face first, flat on the floor.
Harry groaned in pain and stand up from where his face connected and see that Niall's fist is connected to Nick's face and he heard Nick cried out in pain.
"Niall stop." Harry muttered, making sure that his fake blonde friend heard it.
Niall let go Nick and walk to Harry and help him up. Harry muttered a small 'thanks'. After making sure that there's no other injury in Harry's body they walk out from the cafeteria and heard the bell ring. The two head to their next class. English. They sit on their respected seats and talk about things that comes to their mind. Niall keep teasing Harry about the 'dinner date' with his boss and Harry just glare at him but inside him he feels giddy. The two continue their small bickering that contains of 'yes' and 'no' until their teacher enter the room and listen for the whole hour and then head out to their next classes. The afternoon pass by very quickly and now Harry is heading to their house riding Niall's car.
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"Mum, I'm home." Harry yelled when he enter their house.
"Kitchen darling." Anne, her mum, yelled back. Harry walked to their now spacy kitchen and kissed her mum's cheeks.
"How was your day baby?" Anne asked and harry groaned at the name her mum used. "What? You're always be my baby no matter how big you are now." Anne defend herself Harry just rolled her eyes.
"My day was fine." Harry answered from her mum's question. "How about you?" Harry asked back his mum.
"It was also fine darling." The woman answered.
"Ok. I'm going to my room now and head to work." Harry state and didn't wait for his mum answer and walked to his room to change his clothes to a fresh one. He looked at his phone and see that it's already four thirty.
He jogged downstairs to the kitchen and kiss his mum goodbye and head to Niall's house.
Niall I'm outside.
He text to Niall. While waiting impatiently, his phone lit up signaling he have a text from someone.
Can't take u to ur work. Dad has sumthng that he wants me to do. Sorry mate.
Harry read the text from Niall muttered a 'shit' thinking he's gonna be late to work. It's an hour travel if he takes the bus including the time he spend waiting on the bus station. He walked back to their house to try and ask his mum.
"Mum?" Harry called from the doorway. He saw his mum sitting on the couch in front of their big television watching some reality show.
"I thought you already went to your work?" His mum asked him
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He Got Me Pregnant. (Louis! Tops.)
FanfictionHarry 18, is a school boy, get bullied everyday for being poor and gay, bookworm, shy type, he only have Niall as his bestfriend, openly gay. He can't have anything he wants because he don't have a lot of money. Scholar on this popular school London...