no.1 daddies [narry au]

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so this chapter might be a bit boring just because its like the intro to their emotions and perspectives of each other, but please give me feedback, comment, vote & hang on because it gets better, i promise! xoxo.

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Even through the indie-rock music blaring through his headphones, seated in the cafeteria Harry Styles could hear the commotion going on behind him quite clearly. It was the distinctive voice of Oxwood High's official bad boy and Harry's best (and only, really) friend, Zayn Malik.

He chuckled quietly in spite of himself. He and Zayn had been best mates since preschool. Throughout the years they grew together, their diverse natures clashed some times but they always found ways to settle their differences.

"Why don't you just lissen to wot I'm sayin'? Goddamnit lissen to wot- lissen to wot I'm tryna say, Jesus!" Zayn shouted at the person.

Reluctantly pulling one headphone out, Harry heard the tone of his voice, and how angry it was really starting to get. He sighed and pulled the other headphone out, rolled the cord around his phone and started to make his way over to Zayn. Indeed, he was arguing with the vice principal Mrs Atwell, attracting the attention of half the cafeteria. This made Harry started to walk a bit faster, shaking his head as he did so. Harry loved Zayn, he really did, but considering the amount of time they'd spent together you'd have expected Zayn to repent of his mischievous ways. Some things never change.

Harry approached Mrs Atwell and Zayn, who looked ready to snap, and smiled as warmly as he could at her.

"Mrs Atwell," he said, holding Zayn's hand tightly before he started to throw any punches -with Zayn, punches were actually considered 'okay' and an 'articulation of emotion'.

"Lovely day isn't it?" he rubbed the back of Zayn's hand with his thumb in an attempt to calm him down. It worked. It always did.

"Certainly is, Mr Styles" Mrs Atwell squinted at him and Zayn, probably still trying to figure out how in the hell two such distinctive people managed to become best friends.

"What seems to be the problem?" Harry asked, pulling his best concerned face. One look at Harry and Mrs Atwell dismissed the matter.

"Malik, detention today and tomorrow!" was all she said and walked away.

"Wouldn't miss it for the world!" Zayn yelled after her, grinning from ear to ear.

When she was gone, Harry turned to Zayn with raised eyebrows "Zaynie, what happened to no trouble for a week?" he pouted and Zayn smacked him on the back lightheartedly.

"Thanks, I love ya man"

"Remember to thank God tonight for having a friend like me"

Zayn laughed then turned to the crowd that was still watching with anticipation, glowering at them "What are you all looking at?"

Immediately, they all got back to ignoring Zayn and Harry, and chattering loudly amid themselves. Harry and Zayn shared the same look.

Just how they liked it.

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"Oh look", Niall Horan snapped out of his daze and realized his best mate Louis Tomlinson, was tapping him. "Malik's at it again" he said, nodding his head over to the area where Malik was undeniably having a full blown argument with the vice principal, Mrs. Atwell.

"A part of me wonders how he hasn't been expelled yet," Niall whispered to Louis, rolling his French fry in his little pool of ketchup absent-mindedly, then dropping it.

Niall was scared of Malik. Just about everyone at Oxwood High was, even some of the teachers. Size wise he could probably take him, but it maybe it was his pit-bull persistence combined with the chip on his shoulder a mile wide that probably made people turn and cross the street if they saw him coming. It made him wonder how in the hell someone like that Harry kid managed to be best friends with him.

That Harry kid.

He subconsciously looked over at Harry, who was seated alone at a table away from everyone, with headphones in both ears and no regard for anyone at all. To be quite frank, Niall decided that Harry was eye-candy material and very much liked staring at him. He thought Harry had an impressive overall physique; he had long chocolate brown curly hair and green eyes that perfectly contrasted his slightly tanned skin, a squared jaw made him look older than he actually was, and his tall broad frame accented even more on that impression. Harry wore clothes that were unusal; ones that you wouln't see on a normal high-schooler. Most of the time he carried a little leather book and a pen around, talked in full sentences, was painfully polite and loved to wear a variety of wide brim hats complete with pointy toed boots.

Harry was weird. Niall liked it.

Harry was probably used to getting appreciative glances from girls he'd encountered, but according to the input from the girls sitting at Niall's table, its not like they couldn't do anything about it with Malik at his side 24/7. If Niall didn't know better, he would have thought Malik and Harry were in a secret relationship. He hoped not.

Niall, along with at least half the cafeteria watched intensely as Harry stood up, rolled his headphones around his phone and started to walk over to the scene.

"Well, Malik's sure lucky to have Harry saving his ass all the time" Louis muttered and Niall couldn't agree more. Malik was constantly is some kind of mishap or trouble almost everyday, and since Harry had positive regard from teachers, he used it to his advantage in trying to get Zayn out of trouble. Niall saw Harry grab Malik's hand, and with a few words the problem was dismissed. He looked on as Harry started to rub his hand; he watched as Malik all of a sudden got this serene look on his face, he watched as-

Niall looked away sharply, feeling uneasy. It wasn't jealousy. At least he hoped it wasn't. He just wanted to know how it would feel like to have someone like Harry constantly looking after you and taking care of you. Harry and Zayn -Malik's relationship; how close they were, how they were always there for each other, made Niall and Louis's friendship look like absolute shit. He wanted to know how Harry's touches made Malik feel. Did it feel like something special?

Or was it just another friendly gesture?

To his surprise, Niall longed for the answer.

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so that's it! when I write stories i'm guilty of not updating frequently but I have high hopes for this one so I'll try to! Did ya like it? If you did you can comment with your thoughts, vote and follow ok ily all xoxo