The Power Within [Narry]

--Chapter 12--

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“So what do you think of Brigid's Academy so far, Niall?”

“I haven't seen everything yet but the food's pretty amazing,” I grin, munching on the crust of my pizza slice with vigor.

“That's a given, just take a look at how much you've eaten since your ass touched the bench.”

“You're just jealous that I got the last cookie.”

“Not really,” he looks me up and down with a skeptical eyebrow. “Looks like those cookies went straight to your hips, darling.”

I couldn't help myself; I busted out laughing. My eyes are squeezed shut and I bet Harry's cookies that Louis takes that as a victory.

“So seriously, how are you fairing with everything that's happened?” Zayn looks at me with concern and care shining in his eyes and I can't say that my heart rate didn't flutter a bit at that. He really is a nice fellow.

“Um well, everything is just insane to take in and, honestly, I still don't think this is real.”

Louis leans over from his place across the picnic table and pinches my arm, hard. “Ow! Why'd you do that for?!” I hiss.

“He shrugs. “Now you know that this is real. You're welcome.”

Zayn shoves Louis's shoulder and rolls his eyes, as if this is just routine—I bet it is. “Where's your dorm room?”

I feel a small contraction of awkwardness in my chest. “. . . I don't know? I didn't check when I went in.”

“Hope you're not in the Nightingale Hall. They're absolutely insane! The other week, they lit their restrooms on fire just for the hell of it!” Louis screams but the mischievous, shit-eating grin on his face says otherwise about his opinions on the matter.

“All I know is that my room number is C25 and that my roommate really likes plaid.”

“Damien?” Zayn quirks an eyebrow.

“Yeah, he's a right lad. D'you know him?” I immediately feel stupid for asking that since he obviously has an idea of who my roommate is.

“I've had a few classes with him and it's pretty hard not to notice him,” the Bradford boy chuckles with his tongue sticking out in between his teeth in a goofy way.

“Ya'll talking about that guy who threw Mr. Loct massive shade last semester? He's fucking hot! Isn't he, Harry?” My eyebrows immediately rise on its own accord at Skylar's last words, my head flooding with a million conclusions drawn from that simple question. Is she asking that as a question based on his actual sexuality or is she just voicing it out as a crude joke? Part of me is endlessly afraid that it's the latter possibility. Even though blatant rejection inevitably comes with the package of being attracted to the same gender, I still have a sliver of hope that I can be the lucky one who manages to escape it. I really really hope that the universe can do me a favor and prevent these friends from being ripped away from me.