Fame High

chapter 3 part 1: Aren't you leaving?

Niall P.O.V:

This isn't a dormitory, it's a freaking mansion!

I got a room to myself- like every other student in this school and I am pretty sure it's going to be awesome.

I turned the door handle of my room open quickly as I then got a shock of my life. I saw two men in my room, one taking out clothes from a suitcase and the other standing, with his hands over his head in relaxation.

"Nice place you have here." One of the men teases, turning around to show his face.

Damn, he scared me so badly.

"Harry, what are you doing here?" I said, dumbstruck as I joined him to see my new room. I looked around. It was like a hotel room, everything neatly packed.

The room was very plain though, the walls, bed and practically everything was white, making me a little surprised that they didn't put much color into it, being how the rest of the school looks like.

There was a window- we were on the second floor- a bathroom, study table with a basket full of items that I couldn't quite make out and a small, neat collection of wacky, exclusive comics on the bed that I had 'requested' for - my manager told me I could ask for anything I wanted and the school would get it for me - as I saw a limited edition, mint conditioned episode #0 Juja Man comic that had been auctioned off in Singapore at the top of the pile.

I ran to it, holding it carefully in my hands as I laughed to myself.

I'd never thought they would actually get a hold of that!

"And to think you said you'd miss me." Harry chuckles as he takes the comic away from me, bringing it above him as he waves it around, taunting. "Now you're more concerned about a stupid comic book."

"Fuck off, Styles." I almost growled under my breath as I snatched the book back from his grasp, checking to see if the outer layer of plastic that covered the comic was damaged in any way.

When I saw that it was fine, I heaved a sigh of relief and slammed it against the bed.. only to miss as it falls to the ground, it being torn in the journey. It seems like I forgot to let go fully.

Oops. I looked to Harry. He shrugs. Nevermind.

"Boys," A call from Avril from the door makes me instantly forget about the past minutes of my life. She leaned against the door, arms crossed together and leg resting of the doors side. "Stop playing, Niall the river here needs to go for his lessons."

Harry looks to the door, a little surprised but then recovers quickly as he sees Avril watching us. He smirks again. "Niall the river, real original."

Avril gave a mock curtsey as she then smirks back. I looked between them and their smirks. What's with people and smirking?

"Anyway," I coughed, making them both look at me. I looked to Harry. "Aren't you leaving?"

He rolled his eyes. "I was helping to unpack your back and we'll leave."

"Sure you were." I sighed.