Chapter - 3

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Harry's POV

Zayn and I were almost through our lunch while we chatted about zayn's visit back home. We were so into our conversation that I didn't even notice that someone had walked to our table.

"hey harry," she said while sitting opposite to us on our table.

"Hi Taylor" I huff

"how was your break, Sweety"

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"how was your break, Sweety"

I grimaced at the nickname used "fine, thank you"

"aren't you going to ask how was mine?"

"um..no?"

"c'mon harry I know you like me and I like you too. Why can't you just ask me out already? It's our last year, make a mo-"

"Hold up! I don't like you Taylor and I've told this to you a million time. I'm not interested in you. I'm sorry"

"no harry, I see the way you look at me-"

"I sincerely doubt that. He barely even looks at you, let alone in a specific manner" zayn cuts her off

Taylor just glares at him and then her face softens as she turns towards me again.

"as I was saying before I got rudely interrupted-" she continues while shooting daggers at Zayn to which Zayn only chuckled "- I know you have feelings for me harry and you're just afraid of my status here."

I raise my eyebrows and try to speak but she beats me to it "I know I'm a popular girl and I hang out with the coolest kids but they will surely accept you. I guarantee that! They'll even let your loser friend tag along. You just-"

"that's enough Taylor. I've told this to you before I'm repeating myself again 'I don't like you'. Can you please get that in your head and don't talk about my friend like that. You can leave now"

She gets up and tosses Zayn's drink for it to spill all over his clothes and I get up to blow her head but I'm tugged down to my seat by zayn who looks at me "chill harry, she's just a stuck up bitch, don't bother yourself over this"

"what is up with these people" I sigh into my hands.

"they just can't resist you, you're so gorgeous" and we both get up chuckling.

I help rinse off zayn's shirt and dry it a little bit with the hand dryer and we both notice its almost time for our last hour.

"thanks haz, see you back at the dorm. I need to sign up for the placements today so don't wait up for me"

"okay, have fun painting z" I smile as we head in the direction of our required rooms

Both of our last classes were the extracurricular activities we had chosen, as this was the last year and the council board wanted the students to have some relaxation time.

Zayn was a great artist so he chose art for further enhancing his skills. I, on the other hand, was always told I had a voice good enough to sing, so I chose Music. It wasn't necessarily all instrumental but I did know how to play the guitar and the piano which I thought might come in handy.

I entered the room which was supposed to be our music class for the hour. It was a big room with various types of interments all across the floor, some hanging on the wall and some chairs set up in the middle.

I sat in of the chairs and continued to look around but was soon joined by a blonde boy who wasted no time in introducing himself as he sat next to me "hi I'm Niall, Niall Horan"

I sat in of the chairs and continued to look around but was soon joined by a blonde boy who wasted no time in introducing himself as he sat next to me "hi I'm Niall, Niall Horan"

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The name sounded awfully familiar to my ears. "hi Niall I'm Harry"

"So harry you like music or you're just here to pass time like most of these people' he points to the various people chatting in groups.

"No, I like music. I can play the piano and guitar and I'm a fair singer" I say as I try to recall where have I heard this boys name.

The boy seems overjoyed by the news and started telling me about how he can play the guitar and used to play various Irish tunes for his folks. Man, this lad is hyper.

Wait! Blonde, hyper and Irish- its the guy Liam was talking about. Niall- Liam's boyfriend.

I interrupt the overjoyed boy's speech "Niall do you happen to know any Liam?"

"What?"

"Do yo-"

"N-no I got it the first time. You know my Liam?"

"yeah! He's in my calculus class, I met him today. He told me a lot about you over our AP BIO hour and I sort of picked up who you were from the description I was given"

"Oh, what did he say?"

"That you were a blonde, Irish, happy of lucky guy" I smile at the boy

"That would be me-" the boy smiled back "-except for the first fact. I'm a fake blond" he said with a wink as we doubled over with laughter.

The class included me and Niall goofing around the whole time as the teacher went on about the importance of music in one's life and its value in day to lifestyle. I never was a fan of such speeches so instead, Niall and I decided to make origami.

I almost didn't want the hour to end because of how much fun I had with Niall. Sadly when we left the room we both were joined over Liam who gave me a quick wave and Niall a kiss on the cheek

 Sadly when we left the room we both were joined over Liam who gave me a quick wave and Niall a kiss on the cheek

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"Seems like you guys have met" I hear Liam speak while I'm still in awe of how cute they look together.

"Yeah. He's just the way you told me, actually, he might be better"

"Aw thanks harry, where are you headed to now?" Niall smiles

"My dorm room. What about you guys"

"we have a flat a few blocks away"

"That's amazing guys. My best mate Zayn and I also want to buy a flat together someday but right now are stuck as roomies in our dorm.

"Cute" Liam comments

"Alright I'll see you guys tomorrow, I was nice meeting you both," I say as I head towards the dorm quarters

"Bye Harry!"

Well, it wasn't as bad for the first day, was it?

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