Say Something //Narry

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Niall.

The day couldn't have gone, what's the word? Slow? Boring?

Anyway, I hate it. I can't believe sitting through another lecture could possible make me want to rip my brown roots out of my head. Speaking of which, I have to get new dye.

"- and MR. HORAN!" Ms. Gilbert bellowed, causing me to jump from my seat a bit. Her hazel eyes were boring into mine, and I felt completely like a pussy. Yep, good word to describe myself.

"Y-Yes?" I stutter, much like I normally do when I open my metal mouth.

She smirks, "care to explain what Ethos, Pathos, and Logos is?"

I blush intently, loosing the words. It's not that I didn't know the answer, trust me I did, but I don't like being put on the spot as Ms. Gilbert did to me. I open my mouth, but nothing came out. She smirked, turning and continuing her English lecture.

A shakey breath escapes my parted lips, and I hear a snicker come from behind. I didn't need to turn and look at who it was; Harry was naturally there whenever something like that popped up with me.

"Looks like Neil lost his words," he chuckled. "Again."

I roll my eyes, getting furious quite quickly. I pick my pencil up, tapping the eraser on the desk while my eyes stared up at the clock above the chalk board.

2:45

Less the twenty minutes and I'll be able curled up on my bed, engulfed with my brand new Fifa game.

"NIALL!" she shouts again, and I give her a confused look. She groans, taking her ruler and slamming it down to the floor. "IVE HAD IT! IVE HAD IT! Detention! After school!!"

My eyes widened, "w-wha-t?!"

"You heard me!" She shouts and the final bell of lessons released the other students. I sat in shock. Never in my years of being in school, have I gotten Detention! What is the purpose of it anyway?

"Hey Neil," Harry sat beside me.

I groan, putting my things into my binder and shoved it into my bag. He chuckled, moving a few stray peices of his curls away from his eyes.

Don't get me wrong, he is VERY attractive. But, I'm not gay. And I don't think the guy thats slept with half the girls in school, is either.

"You wanna get out of here?" He asks, and I'm taken back by that question.

I raise a brow, and he pulls out a key set, twirling them on his finger. "But if you come with me, this is a one time thing. Okay? I just don't want to sit in dentention while Gilbert goes to the lounge and sleep."

I nod, throwing my back over my shoulder and he stood up. I follow his actions, following him briskfully out to his black Range Rover. He unlocks it, and I climb into the front seat while he took a seat behind the wheel.

It wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. Personally, a huge assholes car might have fuzzy things everywhere. Maybe even a few condom wrappers here and there. But, no. Everything was leather and black, most importantly, it was spotless. Everything here looked brandnew, like he just got it. He chuckled, pulling out of the parking lot and pulling onto the highway.

"Why do you stutter?" He asks, pulling into a McDonalds. I take in a sharp breath, should I tell him? Honestly, I shouldnt. So I wont.

"I-I j-just d-d-do."

He nods, parking and getting out. I attempt to open my door, but it dosent budge. I furrow my brows, and give Harry a confused look wheh he swings it open.

"Sorry," he appologizes. "Cousins like to slam the doors when theyre over?"

He sounded unsure, but I nod and shrug it off. I step out of the rover, adjusting my white T and pulling my black jeans furthur down on my legs. Harry chuckled, "come on."

I follow him into the building, walking up to the counter and pulling my wallet out as the cashier sent my a wink. I blushed, taking a look down at my worn sneakers. Harry nudged my side, and I order.

"A large coke, a Big Mac and an apple pie," I speak, one of the only things I can speak normal. The cashier smiled, and I noticed on her name tag, Lacey. I smile at her, handing the correct amount to her.

"I'll bring it to you," she grins, a dimple popping up in her cheek.

I smile back, but it fades when I get roughly pulled to a booth. Harry was fuming, and his eyes were a dark ember, it scared me.

"W-wha-t?" I choke out and he rolls his eyes.

"She's a whore Niall," he smirks at my shocked face, he actually said it right. "You don't deserve a whore in your bed."

I furrow my brows, not understanding what he means by that. But, I don't want to push it to far and just sat there fumbling with my thumbs in my lap.

He sighed loudly, and I see a pair of grey converses under the table. "Here you cuties are," Lacey says, but I don't look up at her. I just keep looking down; soon she walked away.

"Are you gonna eat or just sit there?" Harry shoves the tray at me forcefully almost causing the drink to fall in my lap. I glare at him, shoving back the tray towards him causing the drink to fall on his lap. I smirk, while he glares right through me. Suddenly, the door slams open and his face pales.

Someone kicks there boots in our direction, and my gaze goes back down to my lap. "Well well Styles," the person speaks, it's rough and raspy- kind of like Harry's but much more hoarse.

"What Alex?" Harry fires back, and I stiffened in my seat at his tone.

'Alex' chuckled, "nice to see you again to. Whose this play thing?"

I gulp, shrinking down in the seat not looking up at him. He grips my hair hard, forcing me to look back at his hazel eyes. "When I ask you a question, you better answer me."

Man his breath smelt like dead skunk and cigarette smoke mixed together; it made me cringe. He chuckled, releasing me. "I'll see you BOTH at the meeting yeah?"

Harry bite his lip nervously. But nodded slightly, "we will."

Alex smirked, turning his heels and walking back out. He climbed on his bike, driving off. I look up at Harry, croaking out, "me-meeting?"