Needy. // l.s

Chapter 2

"Yeah, no I'm serious they're cool." Harry assured Liam as they spoke on the phone for the first time after his expulsion.

Liam sat back at his dorm, textbooks all around his bed as he was studying for something.

But Harry's well being came first.

"Well I hope you're not lying, you haven't exactly been lucky with the cool kids." He reminded.

It was true, before Cameron there was also the class clown named Johny in grade five. Harry made the mistake of becoming his friend and ended up with gum stuck in his curls for a week.

Harry nodded, knowing Liam would react this way.
"I know, and I was skeptical at first but my roommate is great and so is his friend Zayn. The others I don't know well but they seem like they have the potential to be nice at some point, I mean it's impossible to be a dick 24/7 right?"

"If that's the case Harry then I'm happy for you." Liam sighed uneasily, knowing better than to crush his best friend's spirits.

Harry rolled his eyes, "Trust me Liam, this is nothing like last time. These are nice guys, I won't get into trouble I promise."

Liam's heard Harry's promises before but for the sake of his excitement, he wasn't going to push it. Him finding a friend's group was better than him having a shitty first day.

"I believe you, now you should really sleep and get ready for your first class tomorrow, I'll call your mum and tell her how you're doing." Liam offered.

"Okay, okay you're right. Niall will be back soon too. Anyways, talk tomorrow or something?" Harry wondered.

"Sure Harry."

"Okay, night."

"Goodnight." Liam finished, ending the call and getting back to his notes with a groan of stress. Half for his test tomorrow and the other for Harry's lack of good judgement.

Harry sighed contently, removing his shirt and pants and crawling under the covers. He made sure to set an alarm for the next day so he wouldn't miss his first class.

He didn't know if Liam would actually call his mum for him or if he was just saying that. Just in case he didn't, he sent her a quick text saying he's doing well and wishing her a goodnight.

It was dark in the room, the only light shining from the screen of his iPhone as he sat up against his pillow, waiting for a reply. He smiled when the three dots appeared, indicating his mother was typing.

As he waited for the, most likely, long reply, he heard a bump against the door. Not a knock, just a bump.

He froze in the spot, praying that it was just Niall returning home from his smoke with Zayn. He's seen his fair share of cop shows and horror movies, his paranoia kicking in too often for his liking.

"Why can't I come in tonight, Niall." He heard someone say, an unknown voice with a harsh tone to it. He couldn't hear Niall's reply though, his voice going down in a whisper.

"How does that affect what we do?" The voice spoke again, sounding a tad more agitated.

"Another time, please?" Niall's voice could finally be heard, but sounding different than Harry's used to. It was small, desperate even.

He heard a scoff and another bump against the door. "You wish, slut."

Harry was beyond confused, debating whether to shut off his phone and pretend he had been sleeping or stay there and ask what happened. But that would totally go against him not wanting to be the curious new kid who asks a lot of questions.