An Alpha's Jealousy (Narry Storan) (Book One)

Chapter Ten: Part Two

"You should have told me about your boyfriend, Harry."

"Just kidding, mummy. I love Niall very much."

The events that occurred yesterday afternoon replay themselves in Harry's mind like a broken record as he blankly stares at a wall in his Pre-Calculus class.

"I can't believe any of that happened yesterday," Harry laughs hysterically at the state his life is in. "I can't believe Niall-Horan! It's Nial, no Horan!-actually pretended to be my boyfriend."

Recalling the act they had been forced to perform brings forth another memory of yesterday-one that Harry very much wanted to forget.

"XL I guess?"

Warm crimson waves wash over Harry's cool cheeks as he furiously scolds himself, "Don't you dare remember that! Who cares about Niall's size! It means nothing! Nothing! Just because he's attractive doesn't mean anything! And he's not attractive! And it's Horan, damn it! Nial-No, Horan!"

Irritation colors Harry's growl before he turns his gaze towards the window, hoping for some escape from his treacherous thoughts. The window is wet as rain pelts against the glass, making it difficult to see out of.

However, through the few gaps that appeared between the stream of rain, Harry could see black skies and black lands, and above his head, thunder cracked occasionally, causing the building and desks to quake underneath its powerful force.

"It kind of sounds like my heart when Niall told mum his size," Harry mindlessly compares the deafening boom to his heart beat only to freeze when he realizes exactly what he had said.

"Bloody hell, didn't we just talk about this?" Harry returns to the heated debate he was having with himself. "Niall's size means nothing! It means nothing to you, Harry! Stop thinking about it! It doesn't matter! He is a cruel prick and a bully! Focus on that! Not on Not on how toned his back is, or how long and lean his legs are, or-wait a moment, what the hell am I doing? Stop it! Niall isn't attractive! You don't find him attractive!"

Completely absorbed in his internal struggles, Harry doesn't notice Louis standing beside him.

"Harry!" Louis calls as he snaps his fingers in front of Harry's misty eyes. "Harry!"

"What!" Harry snaps, his fury directed more at himself than his companion, as he glares up at Louis, who bristles and returns the glare.

"Don't take your anger out on me, Harry," Louis hisses in outrage, and, for a moment, the air surrounding them becomes frosty as their narrowed eyes throw daggers at each other.

Harry breaks the war when he clenches his eyes shut and inhales deeply before exhaling, trying to calm his short fuse.

"Sorry," Harry finally apologizes, though it's a little too insincere for his liking, so he does his best to amend it. "I'm just I'm just in a bad mood."

"When aren't you?" Louis mumbles quietly, causing Harry's eyes to snap towards his childhood friend in astonishment.

"Did Louis just really say that?" He can't believe his ears as he gazes up at his dark eyed mate, who stands stoically beside him.

However, before Harry can respond to Louis' less than quiet grumble, Louis monotonously asks, "So, what happened now?"

"Oh, don't force yourself, Louis," Harry spits when his ears detect a hint of apathy in his companion's voice.

Louis's blue eyes harden into icicles as he stares down at Harry, but before the blue eyed boy can add fuel to the growing fire, the Pre-Calculus teacher walks in and orders him to sit in his assigned desk. As soon as the teacher begins the lecture, Harry focuses on Louis' behavior.