He's Not Afraid || L.S AU

Chapter 22 - Part 1

WARNING: THIS IS CHAPTER MAY BE TRIGGERING TO SOME READERS. PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.

A/N

I have no idea how or why it became depressing all of a sudden. Oops?

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"Michelle!" I call, currently in home room, Harry absent, leaving the seat beside me cold.

"I finished the song for the project yesterday," I inform her, "here are the chords." I pass her the music sheets for her and Zayn to revise on. The performance for the project is in 4 days. And it makes me lead my mind to the pop concert. I'm not doing it.

"Great. Thanks."

I watch her flip through the pages that consists of lyrics and chords to the song.

Taking out a book from my school bag, I can't help but look at the empty seat beside me every once in a while. Where is Harry? I'm not getting attached. I'm just worried. Yeah...that's it.

Three lessons later, I'm eating my fruit salad with Niall when Harry surprisingly comes into view.

"Nialler, when did Harry come in to school?" I ask the lad, sticking a strawberry in my mouth afterwards.

"He came in the middle of my History lesson with Cathy. They bunked off together until they got caught by Mr.Teal. Classic." Niall tells me, while munching on a bag of crisps.

"Why are were they bunking off?" I ask him, the corner of my eyes trailing to Harry and Cathy with his football mates and friends.

"Dunno." Niall shoves another mouthful of crisps.

"Why don't you go and join Harry and the lot? Why stay here with me?"

"Louis,"

"No, I mean it. When I came to this school, you've been stuck with me ever since. Go." I give him a small, encouraging smile.

"Really?" Niall wipes the corner of his mouth with his shirtsleeve.

"Yeah," I say.

"Okay, then." Niall stands up from the bench we're sitting on and grabs his and my bags, dragging me with him by the arm making me spill some of my fruits from my bowl.

"Niall! What are you doing?" I close the plastic bowl to prevent any of my other fruits from falling out. "Trust me, Louis." Niall tugs me harder by the arm.

Then, the crowd including Harry, gets closer in my eyes. I perch my glasses up my nose further to judge my conclusion. Wait, why does Harry have an arm around Cathy?

"Guys!" Niall shouts over to the group that's coming nearer and nearer.

Nonononono what is he doing?! I don't want to interact with people. New people. People of Harry Styles. I mean, I have a crush on the boy but I don't want to talk with his friends!

"Niall, please, let go of me." I whimper out to him, taking my bag out of his hand and ready to run for it. Ditch my fruit bowl, I don't care now; I just want to get away. What did I do wrong in my life to deserve this?

"Horan! Mate, long time no see!" A boy around my age, tall and masculine greets Niall over, his posture extremely poor.

I swing my bag over my shoulder, my fruit bowl now in the bin, my grip on Niall's arm tightening.