My Habit from This Town

4) History

Song for this chapter is History by some weird band called One Direction (you probably haven't heard of them) ;)

**Harry's P.O.V**

Mum shakes me awake gently as we pull up. Here we are; Princess Park Rehab Centre. Suddenly there's a tap on my window and a blond boy with a seemingly high amount of energy is looking in.

I slowly open the window, bracing myself for a very obviously loud greeting.

"Hey. I'm Niall. I've been asked to welcome you. Usually your big-brother role model would but he's busy with another boy. Not in that way! Although there's nothing wrong with that! I should probably shut up now. Anyway, I should probably check. You are Harry right?" He exclaimed in an Irish accent.

I nod slowly, stunned by the joy this boy was radiating. "Yeah. That's me."

"Great. I will take you guys to Simon. He wants to speak to all parents when any new kids come. I'll take you on a tour, Harry, but parents aren't allowed to come. Some weird rule here. Anyway, you will be put in a group, which I happen to know is my group, hence me welcoming you. Zayn is the adult in charge of us. He is our assigned mentor whilst we stay here, even though he acts more childish than any of the kids here. Anyway, let's get your stuff and get you settled!"

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Near the end of the tour, Niall introduced me to his boyfriend, Liam, which helped me immensely. It made me realise how little he will care about me being gay. By the end of the tour, Niall and Liam were just making out so I asked where my room was, which I was sharing with Liam, and headed in that direction, leaving the boys to their.... fun.

Very shortly, Zayn introduced himself and he seemed really nice. He told me to meet him downstairs in the "box room" in a few minutes. I left my stuff immediately, as I had completely forgotten where it was, and Niall was otherwise preoccupied to show me.

There were quite a few people walking around, and as I walked, I looked down and picked at my painted nails, hoping nobody would talk to me.

As I tripped forwards, I crashed into someone.

"Oops" I muttered to myself, embarrassed that this was my first impression. I looked up as he did and saw these amazing blue eyes looking back. They were familiar, as if we had history, but I couldn't place where I had seen them.

"Hi." He replied, quite nervously.

That's when it hit me.

Oh my god.

It's the boy!