A Lying Love 》Nouis Book 1 (#Wattys2015) boyxboy ✅

Chapter Six

Monday came quickly and I was walking down the corridor to get my books. I was a little nervous to see Louis today, Friday was odd, being he took me out. But then Sunday morning when we were talking made me feel even more awkward. I really hope he didn't think we were a thing after one date and a Facebook chat. 

I reached my locker and put my locker combination in and opened it. I put in some books then grabbed the ones I needed. 

"Hi" his voice was recognisable anywhere, but in a way, I guess that was good.

"Hi Louis" I closed my locker and faced him. 

He was attractive, no doubt, especially in what he wore today. Training pants and his varisty jacket. The jocks had more leanway with what they wore at school, while other students had a unifrom, which was pretty simple; the school shirt and just whatever pants you wanted, the jocks wore whatever. 

"So, I really did have fun Friday" he told me. 

"That's nice" I replied and went to walk away, but he followed.

"We're still on for Friday right? I mean I really do want to take you out"  he sounded so legitimate about it. 

"I guess so" he smiled. 

"Great" then he walked off.

I shook my head and continued my walk to the courtyard. I was greeted by Chelsea and Brodie at our table. When I sat down I dumped my bag and put my hands on my arms on the table. 

"What's wrong?" Chelsea asked. 

"Louis" I grumbled. "I don't understand why he's all of a sudden started to take interest in me and wants to take me out" 

"Why is it bothering you? You have someone interested and it's Louis" Chelsea said. 

"Yeah, but it is Louis, you know, most popular kid?" Brodie added.

"Who cares. He's taken an interest in you. Maybe you should give it go" I groaned. "Maybe if you date you might be able to get those jerks off your back" she added.

She had a point. The soccer team are always pushing me around, and maybe if I dated him, I could get them to stop. It would be nice to have the last six months of school without bullies.

"Yeah, I guess I'll try. I'm nervous though. It's tea, that means we'll have to talk!" 

"Then talk" she said.

"I can't talk to him! I'm nervous with things like that" I complained. 

"You'll be fine, you've got a week anyway" Brodie assured. 

"Yeah"

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I held my breath as my face was plunged into the water. It was cold and soon I was losing the ability to hold my breath. I came back up, for merely a second before I was plunged back into the water.

Laughing was muffled from above me and I couldn't help but think how stupid they were.

"Had enough yet?" he seethed as my head got removed from the toilet bowl.

"No, I would love it for you to continue" I said sarcastically, through a panted breath.

I knew either way I'd have my head pushed back under water no matter what I said.

"Think you're funny do we Horan?" my head was returned to the surface. I gasped for more air, I was running low with the short amount of time I got given to hold my breath before I was put back down.

"I think I'm hilarious" I replied smugly. 

"You know what? I think you need to be taught a lesson" he raised his hand, made it into a fist and hit me square in the face. My cheek felt numb and I could taste a hint of blood from where my teeth hit my cheek. 

He hit me another two times then, I fell to the floor in a heap. The boys laughed at me then left me alone in the cubicle of the toilets. I gronaed, the pain my face was growing and I prayed it wasn't broken. I fumbled around for my glasses and put them on. Thankfully they didn't break them, I only have one pair and glasses aren't the cheapest things to buy. 

Moments later and I still hadn't moved from my spot on the ground. My head was feeling a little fuzzy and too much movement made me feel as if I were going to faint.

The door opened but I kept my position, I couldn't bare the thought of moving. I heard a slight hum of a tune I didn't know as the person walked past the urinals and to the row of cubicles. He stopped in front of mine and opened the door, hitting me in the process.

"What the-" I didn't know if I was imaging the voice or not. Until I heard him speak again. "Niall?" 

"L-Louis?" I groaned and turned to face him. 

"Oh god, what happened?" he went to his knees and pulled me up into a sitting position. "Are you okay?" 

"Does it look like it?" I snapped. He frowned at me, but carded a hand through the fringe of my hair then gently caressed my sore cheek. 

"I'm going to take you to the nurses office okay?" I shook my head. 

"No... No I-I don't need to" 

"Yes you do. Your head was dunked in the toliet and you've been hit. Come on Niall" I shook my head.

"No, I'm fine" I told him and stood up, I wobbled a little but regained my balance on the wall. "Why are you helping me anyway? You never have before" 

"I've never taken you about before either, doesn't mean things can't change" he stood up with me. "Come on Niall, you're hurt" 

"I'm always hurt" Louis's face softened. 

"I'm sorry" Louis said, he kissed my cheek and then left me alone. 

I was a little stunned, I mean, he was just telling me to go with him then he just leaves? He was a strange person. 

Somehow, I managed to make my way out of the toilets. I didn't really want to go to the office but I had to. I wasn't going to go to my classes smelling like a toilet. So I walked down to the office and when I got there it was no surprise to the office workers why I was there. They just sighed and picked up the phone calling home.

I sat in the seat and waited for my mum to collect me. At least I got out of class. 

A/N I hate writing such bad things to happen to Niall. It's terrible.  Who's excited for the next date?

By the way guys, I just want you to know, if you comment and vote I'll do dedications to people. Being dead serious here, seeing people comment makes me feel like what I'm writing has purpose and it's not for nothing. Writing isn't just something I do for nothing. I enjoy it, but no one seems to read anything, so if you do read, comment and vote for me please, I will do dedications.

This is not attention seeking, this is truth and how I feel, it's bad enough I feel lonely away from the internet let alone on here as well