Is It So Wrong? ~ A COMPLETED One Direction Fanfiction ~ EDITING

2 - It Begins

Once they get to school, Niall quickly shows Liam around to the most important parts of the school (their homeroom class, the cafeteria, the restroom and the headmaster's office). "I'm supposed to chat with the headmaster before homeroom," Liam tells his newfound friend. "You can go on without me." 

Niall nods and walks back the way they came. Liam can hear the Irishman greeting some other friends a bit further down the hall. 

Taking a deep breath, Liam goes up to the headmaster's office and knocks on the door. A few moments pass before the door swings outward and the familiar face of the headmaster appears. Liam had met this man shortly after his family had moved to Mullingar when he was being enrolled in the school. 

"Ah, Mister Payne. I see we both remembered our meeting for this morning," the man says to Liam. The headmaster steps aside to allow Liam into the office. 

Liam nods and then slips through the open door. He subtly glances at the nameplate on the headmaster's desk. Oh, Mr. O'Meara is his name. I can't believe I forgot that. "What is it you wanted to talk about, sir?" he asks as he turns to face the older man. 

"I wanted to ensure that you know where your classes are and that you know the expectations of the school." Mr. O'Meara gestures for Liam to sit down before closing the door. 

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Liam walks into his homeroom class just as the school day is starting and searches the room for Niall. He quickly spots the blond boy and sits in the open seat next to him. 

"I thought you'd never get out of there," Niall whispers. 

"Yeah, me either," Liam replies. "I'm supposed to go back at the end of the month so Mr. O'Meara can see how well I'm fitting in." 

"Why? It's not like he doesn't ever get new students..." 

Liam stops to think about it a moment. "It's probably because I wasn't here for the first years of highschool," he says with a shrug. 

They both turn to the front to listen to their lesson when the teacher clears his throat. 

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A few weeks have passed and Liam is looking for Niall in the cafeteria. He hasn't managed to find anyone else to talk to in his classes, yet, so he wants to find his one friend at the school. He scans the room a time or two, and is about to lose all hope of finding Niall when he catches sight of the blond-haired boy waving him over to a table on the other side of the cafeteria. 

As he is walking towards Niall with a tray of food in hand, Liam trips and falls to the ground. He tries to push himself up, but collapses again from pain in his wrist. Ow ow ow ow ow...

Instead of trying to get up again, Liam sits cross-legged on the ground and cradles his right arm with his left hand. A moment later Niall is kneeling beside him, picking up all of Liam's stuff and telling the boys closest to them to go get a teacher. 

"Oh sh--" Niall starts before stopping himself. He knows not to swear in the all boys catholic school unless he wants to visit Mr. O'Meara. He struggles to keep from cursing again when he looks at the way Liam is holding his wrist and the pain written all over his face. 

"Do you think it's broken?" the Irish boy asks his British friend as they wait for a teacher to get there.

"I hope not. Maybe it's just sprained?" Liam can't keep the doubt out of his voice as another surge of pain passes through his wrist.

Both boys stop talking again while Niall straightens Liam's things. In their silence they hear some of the other boys laughing. "What's so funny?" Niall asks.

"Liam Payne just got hurt? Get it? 'Pain'?" one of the boys replies with a snicker. 

"How is that funny?" Niall asks, anger showing through his calm façade. 

"How isn't it?" the other boy retorts.

"Oh, I dunno. Would you think it was funny if you had possibly just broken your wrist?" Niall responds as he stands up, balling his hands into fists. 

The boy turns to Liam to respond this time. "Oh, isn't this cute! You've got your little boyfriend defending you," he says with a smirk. 

Liam's face reddens at that. "He is not my boyfriend!" he shouts at this boy he hardly recognizes from the first few weeks of school. 

Niall realizes he is staring wide-eyed at his British friend and blushes. He tries to deny the idea of Liam being his boyfriend, as well, but finds his tongue is tied. Instead he just shakes his head really hard. 

Just then a teacher finally shows up. "What have we got here?" he asks. He quickly looks over Liam's wrist then instinctively pulls out a cellphone and dials the number for the emergency services. 

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The phone is ringing. Why hasn't anyone picked it up yet? Liam is lying on his bed trying to rest after getting back from the hospital with a broken wrist. After three rings, he gets up and picks up the phone. "Hullo?" he mutters into the receiver. 

"Hi, is Liam there?" a voice asks. 

"May I ask who is speaking?" Liam asks. I am so not in the mood for this. 

"Oh, a friend from school. My name is Niall Horan," the voice says. 

"Oh, hey, this is Liam. Sorry, I just wasn't sure who would be calling for me," Liam replies. "What's up?" 

"I just wanted to, uh, check up on you. How's your arm?" Niall asks. Liam can hear the worry in his friend's voice. 

"Well, my wrist is in a cast. The doctor said it's broken, so it'll need a few weeks to heal. It hurts, but I don't mind it that much." 

"Did they give you any medication for the pain?" 

"Well, not exactly..." Liam says. 

There's a pause. "Why not? Aren't they supposed to if it's causing you much pain?" He sounds angry. 

"I... I'm not allowed much in the way of medication," Liam whispers. Shit. How am I supposed to explain this one? Niall is Liam's only friend in Mullingar, so he's worried about what his friend would say or do if he found out about some of Liam's more personal secrets. He was bullied more than enough at his school in Wolverhampton, so he doesn't want to give anyone too much information that could hurt him later. 

Niall's voice comes through the speaker again, this time in a softer tone. "Oh. I'm sorry to hear. So you just have to deal with the pain?" 

"Yep," Liam mutters, glad that Niall didn't ask for more of an explanation yet. After all, they've only been friends for a few weeks. "It's okay though; I'm used to this. I'm just usually more cautious and less clumsy," he confides to his friend, chuckling. 

Niall laughs hard enough for Liam to pull the phone off of his ear before responding again. "Yeah, you might want to work on that. By the way," he starts with a hint of seriousness in his tone. "I wanted to talk you about what happened earlier." 

"What happened earlier?" Liam asks, his brain too tired to think much about anything but his wrist hurting. 

"In the cafeteria, remember? I just wanted to apologize for those guys who were teasing you because of your name and stuff..." Niall whispers through the phone. 

"You mean the guys who implied that we're gay?"