only the brave | larry [ENG]

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Harry's POV

      ,,Rough night?" asked the blond guy, walking right next to me. I looked at him, frowning. ,,You have circles under your eyes. I think it could have been quite interesting."

      I have been friends with this Irishman since I first hit him in the head with a golf club, but I still have a hard time admitting one thing. It is not easy to tell someone who has been with you in your constant pursuit of girls that you are not attracted to them at all. I couldn't imagine his reaction to my confession that I would prefer a boyfriend. So I limited myself to discretion. I didn't want him to break our friendship for fear that I might fall in love.

      In fact, I spent half the night sitting in silence on a bench next to a boy I hardly know, in front of his mother's gallery. And although I had the opportunity to call a taxi many times during these few hours and just drive away, something forced me to stay there. There was something about him that spoke to me. Something I wanted to discover. Even risking everything. I wanted to see his soul. I wanted to turn his pain into gold.

      ,,I hardly slept at all" I rubbed my face with my hands.

      ,,Tell me with details" the blonde stopped by his school locker.

      ,,Ha, ha" I hit him on the back of the head ,,None of that, Mr. Chuck Bass."

      ,,Come on!" he was indignant ,,Gossip girl is great. You should watch it."

      ,,New York City Rich Teen Problems?" I raised an eyebrow ,,No thanks. I will stay with this British release." 

      I looked around the corridor until my eyes finally caught up with Liam, insistently trying to date some brunette. Niall chuckled under his breath, commenting: 

      ,,It looks like young Payne is still trying his hand at getting Candice's attention. Will she ever succumb to his charm?"

      ,,Stop it, please" i sighed.

      ,,And who am I? That's one secret I'll never tell. XOXO Gossip Girl." 

      I shook my head in disbelief and slammed the cupboard door shut. I looked at the disappointed brunet who was standing next to us. 

      ,,You see, she didn't succumb to his charm." I mocked.

      ,,What do I need a girlfriend for?" Liam began. 

      ,,It begins..." I rolled my eyes, knowing that we were waiting for a monologue.

      ,,Niall is like my girlfriend. Whenever we go out somewhere, I buy him food, no matter if he is hungry, and give him everything he wants." 

      The Irishman widened his eyes and pursed his lips, making him look like he was about to cry. He cuddled up to the boy, pretending a sob on his shoulder. I snickered and said goodbye to them briefly, then walked briskly toward the music class. 

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      After a whole hour of constantly practicing high-pitched sounds and spending time re-learning something that I had already mastered perfectly, I walked out into the empty corridor. I was laboriously walking around school, not having the slightest desire to return home. Moving between one wing and the other, my eyes caught the entrance to the pitch. People who were on it at that time caught my attention. I decided that since I have nothing better to do anyway, at least go get some air. I pushed the door, inhaling the October scent of London. I went to the stands, sitting in the fifth row, which is the place where I most often sat. I tossed my backpack under my feet and looked over at the currently training men's football team. At one point, I was able to observe one of the actions during this match. The ball was rolling from boys in green t-shirts to those in blue vests. Finally, one of them, dressed in school colors, took her over and flashes imperceptibly into the goal, kicking the ball in its center.