Sing With Me

Chapter One

            Niall had never been nervous for the first day of school before, but he couldn’t get Liam Payne out of his mind. What if he’s in one of my classes? What if he’s in ALL of my classes? What if I make a fool out of myself? What if he hates me? Niall, stop freaking out right now; everything will be fine. Niall kept going back and forth between freaking out and reassuring himself that everything would be alright.

            “Hey Niall, mate, are you alright?” Louis asked, watching Niall curiously.

            “Yeah, I’m great!” Niall replied with a fake grin.

            Niall loved Louis but sometimes sharing a room with him through the entire school year got really irritating, especially since he was always in Niall’s business. Not to mention Louis’ overly handsy French boyfriend, Harry Styles, was always hanging around their room.

            “Alright,” Louis said, clearly not believing him.

            Niall could tell that he hadn’t really fooled Louis, but he didn’t worry about it because they had finally reached the London Fine Arts Academy. Niall sighed as he looked over the familiar brick building.

            “Welcome home, mate,” Niall grinned, slapping Louis on the back as they walked up the steps.

            “Niall, you’re going to be late to your next class if you don’t finish up your lunch,” Louis warned, slinging his bag over his shoulder and winking at Harry before leaving their room.

            “So, Harry, do you plan on ever you know…living in your own room?” Niall asked through a full mouth of food.

            Harry glanced at him and chuckled; Harry always thought Niall was joking when he complained about Harry’s constant presence. “Well, I had intended to spend more time in my own room this year, but I don’t really like my new roommate…” Harry shrugged, his obvious French accent making Niall smile.

            “Wait, you’re not rooming with Zayn anymore?” Niall asked.

            “No, they split us up because we ‘partied too much’,” Harry chuckled, rolling his eyes. “So now I have to share a room with a huge prick.”

            “What’s wrong with him?” Niall asked, genuinely interested.

            “He’s so full of himself,” Harry exclaimed.

            Niall couldn’t help but start cracking up at the irony; Harry was the most conceited person that Niall had ever met.

            “What’s so funny?” Harry demanded, raising an eyebrow.

            “Nothing, nothing, what’s his name?” Niall asked, still laughing.

            “Liam Payne,” Harry growled, rolling his eyes.

            “Liam? As in the Liam Payne?” Niall shouted, shoving his plate away.

            “That’s the one,” Harry sighed.

            “What is wrong with you? How can you hate Liam?” Niall demanded. “You really are insane…” He added under his breath.

            “His fame doesn’t impress me,” Harry shrugged, his French accent laced with jealousy.

            “Sure it doesn’t…” Niall chuckled, grabbing his backpack from the couch. “Alright, see ya, Harry, have fun…sitting in my room…”