Nēvēr Ēnding Løve ~ n.s *ON HOLD*

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HEY EVERYONE so yay second chapter second day, enjoy I guess :P

-Al
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Niall's P.O.V

Have you ever experienced that feeling where suddenly you felt your heart stop beating and you break out into a sweat? Yeah well... I'm pretty sure people around me have noticed I'm hyperventilating.

Why you may ask?
It's all comes down to the boy sitting next to me.
Harry.fucking.styles. That's right.

He's a shallow, scum bag who I hate and never want anything to do with ever again!
Why do I hate him?

It all started a year back... The year I came out.

*FLASHBACK*
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I continue my walk to school... Slightly limping after getting beat up shortly 5 minutes ago.
Ever since I came out, life has been hell for me.
People have ignored me, my so called "friends" tease me now days and I get abused daily.

It's a very cruel world they say, but why this cruel? I'm not an alien, I'm just... gay. It's not a disease.

A few long strides and a fast jog later, I reach my classroom.
And that's where I saw him for the first time.
The boy who turned my life upside. That beautiful sight of his luscious curls and his amazingly sculptured jawline which took my breath away.
He owned a pair of mint green eyes which held a bunch of emotions that you couldn't read unless you knew him well enough. And my plan , was obviously to get to know him, but little did I know he would change my life in a way that I did not at all expect.

I looked around my class room , and take notice of an empty seat infront of the curly haired lad.

Yes!, I fist pump mentally. As I take my seat next infront of him. I can feel his eyes burn into the back of my skull but I ignore the shivery feeling i get. The teacher walks in.

"Aah Mr.Harold styles! You have arrived. Everybody! Please welcome our new student Mr.Harold " as he gestures, the boy behind me stands up and waves shyly. Cute.

I turn around as I hear him open his mouth to speak.
"Uh Hey everyone you can me Harry , since I hate the name Harold"
The teacher shakes his head disapprovingly and smirks.

"What do you like to do Harry?"
"I sing" he replies... His voice deep and masculine. If I wasn't a guy I'd probably be pregnant by now. Just saying.

"Aah, okay well... I'm sure you'll have to know your way around the school by the end of this week, so I'll just be assigning Mr.Horan over there to lead you to your classes and give you a good tour of the school, sound good?"

Aaah, I wonder what he's hiding under that shi- woah what.... Did he just? Am I ? Oh my god.

The teacher notices my shocked expression and makes a comment.
"Is there a problem Mr.Horan"?
"N-no Sir" I stutter. God dammit Niall be cool for once.

"Good, then I'm sure you have no problem showing our new student the way around , am I correct?" He scolds.

"Yes sir, I mean.. No sir, uh I'll show Harry around" I pop in a smile as my teacher turns around and begins rambling about a new topic we'll be learning.

About 5 minutes later I'm knocked out of my daydream by a bell... Phew, I thought that class would never end.
I stand up from my chair and make my way over to the door, completely forgetting about Harry.

"Hey wait up!!" I hear footsteps rustling behind me.
I turn around frantically and mentally palm myself for forgetting the new kid.

"Oh hey sorry man , I'm Niall!" I reach my hand out.
"I'm Harry! Woah handshake? Haha I'm a hugger come on in" as he engulfs me into a hug.
Mhmm I can smell his Armani perfume , woah Niall keep your self calm.

We finish the bro hug.. Or man hug, whatever you call it, and I begin walking him to his next class which surprisingly is with me.

Soon we realise we have all classes together and walk together to them all.
That was day I met Harold Edward Styles. The day I met my heaven, and my hell.

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*FLASHBACK OVER*

I wipe my tears slowly and run out of the classroom. The same classroom where I saw him for the first time.
Bursting through the door, I run into the hallway and inside the boys locker rooms.

Shutting myself in a cubicle and sobbing quietly. Why would he come back? Why me? Why'd he make my life a living hell!!!!
The tears continue to roll down my cheeks as I life my knees up in a upright position and bury my head into them sitting on the cold, hard flood... Just like his personality.

Suddenly, I hear the locker door behind opened and I scurry back against the wall. Footsteps walking towards the cubicle I was in.

"Niall... Please come out. I just want to talk to you" oh.. It's him.

I sniffle and yell out.
"Go away! You don't care about me, you don't care about anyone but yourself!"
Tears fall own my cheeks even faster.

"Please come out Nibear we can talk about this" he tries again.
"NO! Don't call me that! Don't talk to me ! "
That nickname brings back to many memories that I'll never be able to forget.

"Fine , IM KICKING THIS DOOR DOWN THEN" he threatens.
Ofcourse being me, I get scared and unlock the door carefully and slowly. Afraid that he might actually do it, and we'll both have to suffer the consequences.

I creep back into the corner, not daring to raise my head as I hear the stall door opening.

"Nibear?" He whispers softly.

"Go away" I sniffle and wipe my nose. My eyes are probably red and puffy from crying. Ugh damn you emotions.

"Niall. Give me one minute. Let me explain things to you. Please."
He crouches down and sits next to me.

"You've got one minute" I mumble into my sleeve and sit up straight. Looking him in the eye. He's gotten even more beautiful these past few months. Fuck I should stop.

He rubs his hands together and bites his lip, lifting his head up to look at me.

"Niall James Horan. These past months have been awful. I can't even begin to explain how horrible it's been without you. Yes I know , we were in a strong relationship and I still love you , even though you probably hate me. No scratch that... You do hate me. I can see how much hurt I've caused you and well.... I can't put together a good rough reason as to why I left. Ni you should know when I made the choice to leave, I didn't leave because of you baby, I left because the world was closing in, it was too much stress, my parents got divorced, I was failing half of my subjects, my grades were shit and ... It was just horrible.
Niall I remember the day I met you, you were so carefree and cute, I wish I never would have even done this to you. I never knew that I would fall for your amazing personality, your bright crystal blue eyes, the way you laugh, how you light up a room when you also into one. Niall I'm in love with you. I fucking love everything about you. I promise never to leave you again. I promise not to run away ever again. Will you please forgive me? I love you"

.... And in that moment... I did the only thing that came to mind ... The only thing I could do.

I kissed him. In what felt like years were only months... I needed him and he needed me. We weren't broken, just bent. He was hurt and clearly so was I. I loved him still. And he loved me. Our imperfections bind and become one... Love.

"Just don't fuck up this time" I mumble against his lips.
"I've lost you once, if I lose you a second time, I'm the biggest idiot in the world"...

But the important thing was... I had him back. And maybe this time... The universe would give us a chance.

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Yayyyyy second chapter over, I tried to make it as long as I could! Sorry if it isn't as long as I thought It was.
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