Sing till I fall asleep || H.S

twelve

Harry was early to class on Monday, he sat by our desk looking very pleased with himself as I walked in, just five minutes before class started.

I made a chocked expression, opening my mouth and putting my hands on my cheeks, "Is this a feverdream?"

Harry chuckled and watched as I sat down next to him and took my books out from my bad and put infront of me, "To be honest I haven't gone to bed yet, so I managed to be here on time." He explained with a small smile decorating his face.

"No sleep at all?" I questioned.

He shook his head without another word.

"Was everything okay on Friday? Everyone missed you on breakfast om saturday." I decided I should at least try to find out something about his sudden disappearance during the weekend, and why he didn't tell anobody but me.

"I had to go home," his smile faded slightly, "Didn't want everybody to try and convince me to stay." Okay so he doesn't want to talk about it, because now would be a good time, the classroom was almost empty and I actually asked...

"Oh, Harold, didn't take you for such a narcissist, thinking everybody would beg you to stay." I tried to cheer up the mood, winking at him as I spoke.

He let out a laugh, "If I'm a narcissist, you're a masochist." He then nodded towards the door to the room where the happiest couple in the world just entered, holding hands offering a wave towards us with the other.

I knew I wasn't a masochist, I was far from it. Isn't there a better word for wanting what you can't have?

I also knew Harry wasn't a narcissist, he seemed so genuine, even though I didn't know much about him. There must be so much more to this green eyed curly head than I've seen. I wish I could read his mind.

"You know what they say, right?" I grinned at him, he looked back at me and waited for me to continue, "Only a masochist could ever love a narcissist."

Harry's smile grew wide, "Witty." He then let out a quick giggle and turned his head towards the front where our teacher stood, waiting for the class to silence.

He seemed to be in a good mood, even though he had slightly dark circles under his eyes and his hair messier than usual, his mood was in the right place.

I liked him like this.

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Zayn and Harry joined us for lunch outside of school that day, we went to the closest coffeeshop and grabbed coffee and scones, except for Harry who got a green tea, mumbling about how coffee was overrated and people drank it to instagram it.

So I did.

I took a quick picture of Niall drinking from his cup and posted to my story without writing anything to it, just to see the look on Harry's face as he took his phone out and scrolled through instagram a few minutes later.

Actually like 35 minutes later. He wasn't on his phone much, mostly just when he got a notification but he didn't really grab it to just look at it. I kind of admired that, since the rest of would be lost without ours.

"Margaret, why are you trying to annoy me?" Harry said when he looked at the photo.

"Of course you'd think that." I replied giggling, "Only a narcassist would believe such a thing."

He looked up at me with raised brows, "Please don't tell the others about my narcissism."

The others didn't really listen to our conversation, they were planning the following weekend, figuring out which party to go to or which bouncer would be at which club so that we could get in without ID's (since, you know, Wienna had a thing for older men she knew a few).

I looked at Harry while sealing my lips, pretending to zip it and throw away the key. He was in such a good mood today, or maybe it was that we were actually becoming friends, all of us.

As we went back to classes Zayn grabbed me by the arm, slowing down my pace so that we were walking a few meters behind the others, I looked over at him wondering what his intentions were, he took a drag from his cigarette, "Please be careful."

I frowned, "Careful about what?" I asked and grabbed the cigarette from his hand to take a drag myself. What was he talking about?

"Harry's..." oh so this was about him...

"He's what?"

He sighed, "Harry's got a kind heart, but he's... fragile. At least for now, please be careful, he's my brother." Fragile?

I wondered what he meant about fragile, obviosuly I didn't have any intention to hurt the boy, I wouldn't want that for anyone really. Obviously he was going through something, something I'd already been trying to figure out but never really managed to do.

"What do you mean, fragile? We're friends I wouldn't hurt him." I handed back his cigarette, noticing how Wienna looked over her shoulder and flashed a smirk as she saw Zayn and I walking behind.

"He doesn't let people in that easily, he's got me and Liam, but I can tell he likes you." Zayn started, liked me?

"As a friend, and if he does let you in, please don't hurt him." He finished.

I was even more intrigued to know everything there is about Harry Styles now. And I was kind of glad that Zayn could tell Harry wanted to be my friend, and that he liked me.

He was a kind friend to Harry, Zayn held him close to his heart and cared for him a lot, just like a real brother. I wouldn't hurt him.

"I won't, I swear." I smiled at Zayn and then we caught up with the others and went to our separate classes.

Harry wasn't a narcissist, he had a kind heart.