Too Much To Ask.zh.

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         One-  A very hot asshole.

   

           If Niall could be honest about everything, he would babble around about how little of the patience was left for his brother, he wasn't mad when the older bloke pushed him into the drain, he wasn't mad also when he was accused of being gay and just laughed it off (partly because he might be gay, but that was his own confusion, bewilderment and for himself to care about) Back to the matter at hand, Niall wasn't, really wasn't mad after all those things Louis did to him but now, now he's mad at him for leaving him to do all the work. Niall pouted as he dropped the last of the attic boxes on the lawn, staring down at his now dusted white shirt, and grumbled out loud ignoring the accusing look from his mother. "Mom, I want to go school." Niall mumbled, hands flailing in annoyance, because he miss his friends and literally everyone at school so lord help him for not staying in for spring cleaning. 

It was already 12 in the afternoon when the blonde woke up that day, he tried making a rushed statement about getting ready in ten minutes and actually making it to school, but his mother passed up that opportunity, asking him to stay a little longer and help. Niall complied, but he might be regretting it now. He still had homework to finish, he tried to complain to his mother, but his mom gave him a roll of eyes and a strict yell over the other side of the house where she was putting away the washed plates. The blonde whined, falling face first onto the carpeted floor of his own house and wriggled around like a salted worm on a sunny day. His sister, Destine Horan looked at him with a lifted eyebrow, looking at her younger brother flipping around and she could only imagine him being salty for the rest of the day. Or weeks, because Niall's that unpredictable. She was right when Niall pouted through dinner and the last of spring cleaning, everyone can't help but laugh at his antics, rolling their eyes fondly when he glared at them. It's hard being the youngest one of the family - you're never taken seriously. 

Niall sighed low the next day when he walked into school, he could barely open his eyes as he fixed his tie that morning, so one can only imagine how tired he felt and right then he wanted to just give up on the decision of going to school and fall back into his bed but he didn't want his friend to worry further. Although it was no one's fault but his because he dropped his phone into the sink yesterday in the middle of his pouting fest, he was a bit clumsy. Although he's probably going to blame Louis for that again, because he's the oldest and somehow Niall felt like bothering his brother all the time in his big family is a must do because of how annoyed the older bloke became each time. His eyes trail onto his wet sneakers, blazer sleeve rolled up and a bag strap hanging loosely off his right shoulder. When he walked into the school field, he saw three of his friends and the only three he have. He walked towards them with a smile on his face, Irish accent present and crooked smile showing as he spoke out a "Hello!" 

Harry basically shot up from the seat on the coach and run to his best friend (and crush), throwing questions of why he wasn't picking up his phone and why he was absent. But before he could answer, the taller lad had wrapped him up in his long arms, sighing softly into his the curve of his neck and Niall laughed, hugging the younger lad back.  Soon, Yasmie and Josh had shot up from their seats and Niall found himself buried in between the three best friends of his who had him engulfed in a tight hug and he swore he could hear the camera snapping and giggling nearby but he ignored it, loving the feeling of the three best people in his life. 

Harry Styles, curly haired lad with the tendency to get women - it's the dimple. But he wasn't intended to play with women's feeling because he don't want to be proud of being the best in the game and also because it's not a game, a female's heart is not a game console but a thing to treasure and a thing to keep at safe hands. But it doesn't really matter to him because he was gay and he only had the eyes for one certain blonde in his small little group.  Harry was usually a boy of his own thoughts, he stays in his own little bubble and was mainly the target of most boys' and girls' of their school but he had declined most of them. Himself and Niall were attached to their hips, tummy and probably even the heart since they first met in Sex Ed four years ago. The brunette was shorted and skinnier then, with glasses and so much freckles on his face but then, summer was over he came back a totally new person, Niall almost forget whoever he was until he saw that familiar dimpled smile. And while his crush for the blonde haired boy seemed so hopeless seeing as the other was not gay - a man can still dream, right?

And then there is Josh Devine, the high school sweetheart of Yasmine Jones. Josh was a quiet, laid back guy and you'd never see him in anything but a normal shirt, some jeans and his sandy hair in a neat quiff. He's always there when you need him and is probably the best moral support you could have ever hoped for in life. Yasime on the other hand is a sweetie, she was short, a mere height of 5'3 and came from Mexico, always lives with her grandparents. She's a gorgeous lover and a great best friend, she could just walk in  anywhere and it would make her look wonderful and she belongs with the cheerleaders and deserved to be popular but she gave all that up for Josh. 

"So why aren't you at school yesterday?" Harry asked again, this time laying his tall body down on the bench until Josh came over, they had an eye fight and he had to give up with a unpleasant grumble. "I had to help my mom with the spring cleaning." Niall let out a yawn and leaned against Yasmie and the short girl giggled, letting Niall fall to her thighs and sleep there for a few minutes until the bell rings. Niall started to drift off, only to have himself brought back to reality when Harry said something along the lines of a sleepover and Niall was awake in seconds, already making plans. It had been ages since they had one, anyways. 

Harry smiled when Niall talked excitedly about the fore-coming events that was to take part that night at Harry's house. The curly haired lad's heart fluttered when Niall walked towards him and plopped down on his lap, making the taller boy turn his head towards him and he smiled, the butterflies in his stomach growing as he watched the pale blonde talk but Niall doesn't need to know that. . . yet. 

Niall passed out more than fifteen times that day and he was jumping with joy when school was over because lord knows how badly he wanted to sleep and just plop down on a bed, any bed. He had got a week full of detention for being sent to the principle five times in one day  - not to add, also coming face to face with Zayn Malik, the school's most wanted, most loved and probably most fucked person. He was not someone to fuck with and if he liked something, his rich, demanding lifestyle give him the opportunity to do that. Zayn didn't acknowledge Niall for the whole four times, probably because he was too busy on his own phone. Not that Niall was complaining, he would rather go unnoticed than being talked to by Zayn Malik because from what he had heard, the bloke can be very very annoying and an asshole. And hot, very hot, asshole.

Niall slumped down on Harry's bed when they arrived, he was way too tired now. He fall asleep under Harry's sheets sooner than he expected, drowning out the talking about a celebrity between Josh and Harry and falling into a deep slumber. When Anne, Harry's mother, had came to inform the boys about dinner, the three of them had fallen asleep. The women laughed, leaving the three to be because it was either the blonde's sleeping was contagious or they had a tired day at home. The brunette mother walked out of her son's room only to realize that fifteen minutes later the loud footsteps of three sleepy high-school boys echoed the house and was asking her what was for dinner. She could only shake her head fondly, leaving a kiss on sleepy Niall's cheek and made Harry pout because he was supposed to be getting the attention from his mother, although deep down he know that sleepy and cuddly Niall is the best Niall.