"W-Why Did Y-You Help M-Me?"

Chapter 9

"Niall t-these are amazing!"

Marcel had took Niall's notebook and started going through it once the bell rang and they started walking towards their history class.

"Why thank you, my kind sir," Niall had explained to Marcel that he usually writes two poems, one for his sad emotions and another for his, I'm so independent, I don't need him emotions.

Right now he was reading the sad one for this break up and he was utterly speechless to say the least.

"I believed you.
Do you realize how silly I must sound?
I didn't listen when they said not to believe in Fairytales.
But I should have listened.
I should have listened to everyone who warned me I was going to be disappointed once I noticed there were no happy endings.
I believed every word that left your soft lips.
I listened to every lie, thinking they were these magnificent stories that you could tell so fluently, as if it was your second language, now I know.
I listened when you said you've had many exciting adventures, that nothing else could compare to it, but in reality the adventures were simply you walking to a park.
The evil villains you faced off we're most likely yourself.
You made your self believe that you were this amazing person, who can be true and kind. You also made me believe it.
You watched as I sat there crying about how I never had wonderful adventures even though you hadn't either.
I believed you
What a silly mistake indeed."

Marcel recited the poem as they finally did make it to their history class, but because the bell still hadn't rung they had extra time to their selves.

"Niall, no book can h-honestly compare to this, I k-know I keep saying it's amazing but, I just don't know what else to s-say!"

Niall smiled as Marcel continued to compliment his work

"Oh, stop it you!" Niall blushed as he took his notebook back, "I still need to start on my other one and then I'll feel as if my check list is complete."

Marcel laughed as other students started coming into the class and took their seats.

And even as the last couple of students filed into the room, their teacher was no where to be found, and you would think for a bunch of teenagers they would be loud and using this time to do what they please. But this set of students weren't, they happened to be quiet, actually liked their history class, Mr.Herman made it fun.

But of course there's always that one student, "if a teacher isn't here in the first fifteen minutes of class we can leave! We have five more minutes!"

A few students laughed, others groaned, Marcel just rolled his eyes deciding to just leave his backpack on his desk not knowing if their teacher is going to turn up for class today.

"Hey Marcel?" Niall called, looking down into his notebook already working on his second poem.

"Yeah?" Marcel  turned to meet Niall's bright blue gaze.

"If Herman doesn't show, do you wanna go to the garden with me? I write there sometimes and I don't want to be alone," Niall asked biting his pencil looking back down as he wrote something.

"Of course, sounds fun."

~+~

Herman didn't show, and once their principle had informed them of such, he let the students roam around the campus.

Niall and Marcel ended up in the school garden, where they had planned, Niall sitting on his favorite bench in the middle of the entire master piece which was under an arch way that was made by growing vines on a tunnel like fence and Marcel was walking about, looking at what fall had to offer.

"This place is b-beautiful," Marcel whistled as he smelled the fresh pine.

"When me brother used to go here, he stumbled across this place, it was old at first but he convinced the school council to fix it up, but I think he just wanted something to look good on his transcripts for uni," Niall put his notebook on the ground and laid sideways on the bench.

"You m-must be proud," Marcel said making his way back towards Niall, almost tripping on rocks because he was just that clumsy.

"I guess, haven't actually seen him for five years," Niall closed his eyes and took a deep breath, relaxing as a slight autumn breeze was brought from the east.

"Oh, s-sorry," Marcel mumbled awkwardly from his position in front of the bench.

"What 'bout you?" Niall asked, eyes still closed and his hands folded on top of his stomach.

"W-What about m-me?"

"You got any brothers or sisters?" Niall opened his eyes now and turned his attention towards the lanky boy.

Marcel was hesitant at first and he kind of stared into the distance, and when he was going to even think about answering, the bell rang.

"Well, there goes my only time for peace, lets go," Niall got up and dragged Marcel behind him.

~+~

It was the last period of the day, thank the heavens above for that.

But then again curse the grounds below because the last period was study hall.

Study hall isn't actually all that bad, it's the teacher who students should be worried about.

Mr. Lenard.

Mr. Lenard is an old man who looks as if he's been here since the school building its self was built.

If you got caught skipping his class, using your phone during his class, passing notes during his class, or even laughing in this class, you will receive a detention and he will give you a nasty stare for the rest of the time.

And it was awful.

It was like you were a piece of meat that could walk and if you made any sudden movements the hounds were released.

It was like that till the period had finished.

So because of the scary, yet old, teacher students actually study! Do you believe it?

Students.

Teenagers.

Studying!

But then something happened, something no one saw coming, he smiled!

Yes, Mr. Lenard had an actual smile on his face and a breathy laughed escaped his lips.

And it was all because of Louis.

A girl, known as Amber, raised her hand, quietly asking what did procrastination meant again and before the teacher could respond, Louis answered.

"Can I give you an answer later?"

The whole class erupted with laughter, including Mr. Lenard.

As Marcel finally calmed down, he thought this boy could work miracles.

"Louis, as amusing as that was, would you please give Miss Calaverez a real answer," Mr. Lenard said, finally regaining his hard concentrated composure .

"Yes of course, procrastination means to put something off or to distract yourself, know I'm using that very lightly, so you won't have to do a certain task right away," Louis answered confidently.

"Yes, that's correct, thank you Mr. Tomlinson."

Louis just smiled and continued to look through his English notebook.

Just as Marcel was focusing on his work again, a piece of folded up paper was thrown onto his desk.

He unfolded it and read the loopy, almost cursive, handwriting.

Meet me at my locker, we have relationship business to discuss

- Louis