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Harry didn't go to school with the others earlier.

The others being Louis, Zayn and Liam cause Niall was sick. No. He told Zayn that he'd skip the first hours cause he was really sleepy. The raven haired boy cooed upon seeing Harry's tear stained cheeks and covered him with the blankets again before letting the others know. But as soon as they left, Harry quickly stood up. Cause be had a plan.

"Ni!" He bit his lip, while lightly shaking the sleeping lad. "Niall.."

"Mmm.." Niall groaned and turned around, not facing Harry anymore.

Harry hoped over Niall, facing the older lad again. "Niiiiii!"

"What...what is it?" Niall mumbled in his sleepy state, his eyes narrowed, totally out of it.

"Can I please borrow some of your clothes? Pleeease?" Harry practically begged, pouting for more effect.

"Mm yeah whatever." He mumbled and closed his eyes, relaxing again.

"Ah thank you! Thank you, thank you Ni!" Harry clapped his hands enthusiastically and quickly placed a kiss on Niall's forehead, avoiding the boy's eyebrow piercing cause he was afraid that he'd hurt him. [Niall had already told him that he didn't have to worry about that but Harry was Harry.]

So he quickly climbed out of bed and rushed to Niall's closet. He looked around skeptically, before picking up some things he thought would fit him and going straight to the bathroom for a quick morning shower.

Niall started snoring again after a couple of minutes.

...

And so there he was.

Harry was standing outside the school's gate, trying to calm his nerves. He needed to look confident but he was so nervous. Not only because he was all alone, something that hardly ever happened, but also because of his outfit..which he was having second thoughts about.
He looked down at the tight, black, v-neck, t-shirt he was wearing as well as Niall's black, ripped, skinny jeans. It wasn't only what he had chosen to wear. What also bothered him was the fact that his tattoos were now full on display. And sure, he had wore t-shirts before but the colors and his big smiles made him look nothing less than super cute, as per usual. Now he looked like a proper bad boy and that was new to him. Really new. He took a deep breath before adjusting his bandanna once again, throwing his backpack over his shoulder lazily.

And he walked in.

The stares were something he could tolerate [he was used to them, people always found weird his flower crowns, painted nails and colorful shirts], but this time they were different. People looked at him surprised, confused even. He could see a group of girls whispering to each other upon seeing him but he didn't even look up in their direction, completely ignoring them. He tried not to put on his usual dimply smile upon spotting Zayn and Liam next to their lockers and then he he came to a stop.

"Hey." He nodded.

"Harry?" Liam widened his eyes.
"Wha-"

"Hey Hazza!" Zayn elbowed Liam in the ribs and took a step forward to hug Harry, giving Liam a glare when he exclaimed, "the hell?!?"

"Do you feel better?" He asked.

"Yeah I'm fine." Harry nodded, biting the inside of his cheek.

"What happened?" Liam furrowed his eyebrows.

"What do you mean? Nothing happened." Zayn rolled his eyes and went to stand next to him again. "Just grab your stuff so we can go to Harry's locker." He encouraged him.