Chapter Song: Bounce - The Cab
Monday, September 30, 2013
Harry wasn't sure why he was even getting out of bed this morning. He was tired and a bit hung over. He had ended up at a mate's house late last night and they had gotten a bit wasted. Harry is seriously tempted to just go back to bed when his head throbs dully, but then he remembers the reason he's up in the first place. Niall would be at school. He had finally kissed him on Friday and was not (*cough* definitely was *cough*) eager to see him today. Harry groans as he lifts himself up out of bed. He dresses quickly and grabs his pack of fags, opting to smoke a couple of them instead of bothering himself with making breakfast. He'd just text Louis to bring him a couple sandwiches in first block.
He exits his house through the kitchen door and thanks God that he hadn't run into his sister on his way out. She would have only hassled him to find out why he was actually making an effort to get to school today. Harry drives to the school and parks down the block in his usual place before walking up the hill. His head is still throbbing not to mention 3 dicks that had clearly had too much to smoke or drink before driving to school, nearly ran Harry down on his way into the car park. By the time he made it to the section he was in a foul mood and regretting his choice coming to school this morning. He leans against the wall and pulls out his pack, placing a cigarette between his lips and lighting it. He inhales a moment later, and makes quick work of his first smoke of the day. He drops the butt and almost instantly pulls out his pack once again, replacing a new fag between his lips and lighting it.
"Woah there mate! Slow down! Do you want cancer before you're 20?" Harry doesn't even glance up at Louis, just flips him off.
"Shut the fuck up Lou, you're one to talk. You smoke more than me and I smoke a shit ton."
"Details, details" Louis waves his hand carelessly before pulling out his own pack, almost as if to punctuate Harry's words. Harry snorts and taps the ash off of the end of his fag.
"Um... Harry...?" Harry's mood lifts instantly at the sound of the Irish boy's voice.
"Oh hey mate" Louis greets Niall. "Want one?" He offers his pack of fags up to Niall. The lad just glances at it before shaking his head no.
"No thanks, I don't smoke" Louis snorts loudly, receiving a glare from Harry before he bobs his head back down to take another puff from his 'cancer stick'. Louis grins wryly before lighting his own.
"Anyway, I wanted to talk to Harry" Niall clears his throat.
"Yeah?" Harry raises his eyes to settle on the boy's pale face. Niall glances at Louis for a moment before Harry gets the message.
"Fuck off Tommo, I'll see you in first" Harry dismisses Louis.
"Fuck yourself" Louis scowls before punching Harry in the shoulder and walking off, fag stuck between his lips. Harry's eyes drift back to settle on Niall's face once again, and Harry notices that he is considerably more nervous looking now. After a moment of silence, Niall begins to speak again.
"I- I uh... I was wondering if you- if you'd want to, I don't know... uh... get something to eat sometime...?" He squeaks out, staring hard at Harry's forehead, so that he won't have to look into his eyes. Harry found it rather curious that the boy's normally carefree and confident demeanour completely vanished when in the presence of Harry himself. Curious, but rather intriguing.
"It depends," Harry pauses and Niall furrows his brow in concentration, determined to answer Harry's next question correctly.
"Will this be a date?" Niall is caught off guard.
