Eighteen [Narry AU]

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Niall

Over the week Harry continued to bother me. Trivial things like shoving into me in the hallway, making out with his girlfriend in front of everybody at lunch, and god, him shaking his leg during calculus.

"Harry- Harry stop shaking your fucking leg or I'll cut it off" I growl lowly, glaring at him. He turns to look at me and smirks before looking away, shaking his leg even more.

I run my hands through my hair and groan slightly "Harry, seriously. I don't give a fuck about your leg shaking necessarily, you're shaking the table. I'm trying to do the problems"

He finally stops, shooting me a glance that I can only see through my peripheral vision. I just continued to finish up the math problems that were put on the board for us. I glance over at Harry and he's already done with them, and by the looks of it, he's been done for awhile.

"How did you finish those so fast?" I ask, not moving my eyes from his paper.

"I'm a math genius" he chuckles, "no, i just get math I guess. I was a tutor for pre-calc last year."

I nod "can I use yours to compare my answers?"

He hands me over his paper and I start glancing over everything in his work. It was flawless. I got the same answers as him, but I lied about needing his answers, I double and triple checked my answers in the book and using a calculator. Harry's work was really phenomenal. He showed all of it, and it was neat, unlike my chicken scratch. I set the paper back in front of him and cleared my throat.

"Did you get the right answers?" He asks, staring straight up at the board

"Yeah, they matched. Thanks" I mutter softly.
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When the bell rings I stay seated for a moment, knowing I have time to get to the music room. On Fridays I have my meetings with our music teacher after school, who helps me work on everything about my music. Its a program she holds for students who are going to be pursuing music as a career, but only the ones she thinks are dedicated enough she allows in. It's only available for 5 students. One student per day of the week for the whole year.

I stand up after finishing some notes I was writing for class and grab my bag, heading towards the music room. I take out my spare key for Mrs. Jacobs office and unlock the door, walking in.

"Niall! I've been so excited for this session since I read your application. You have always been one of my favorite boys in class and choir" her voice projects through the office, and I can't help but cheer up her energy, she's always upbeat. I smile at her reaction and let out a small chuckle.

"Hi Mrs. Jacobs, it's nice to see you again. This summer was busy, I had a few gigs at local restaurants though" I start sharing my journeys from this summer with her. After about 15 minutes of me rambling, we finally get to working.

"So I have a song I'm writing but I can't get it right, I have no lyrics. I only have the music." I bite my lip, looking at the sheet music I wrote. She glances over my shoulder and points at my guitar

"Play it for me, I'll let you know what I think it should be about" she hands me the guitar and I take it, starting to play the chords I've worked hard on my entire summer. As I play, my mind is still blank on lyrics, but mrs Jacobs looks like she was in deep thought.

"This sounds like a love song, it has that tune to it that makes you feel infinitely good" she comments, looking at me. My eyes widen

"uh, I've never been in love, how am I going to write a love song?"

"Take your time on this one. Save this sheet music and when you find someone worth writing this song for, go for it. For now, if you have any other song ideas, write them down. Because this specific song seems to come from a special place and it could mean a lot to you" she smiles softly at me.