Eighteen [Narry AU]

[4]

Harry

It's been 3 weeks. 3 weeks since my party. 3 weeks since Niall kissed me. 3 weeks since Niall even spoke to me.

After we kissed I took him home, and kissed him again before he got out of my car. After that, he hasn't spoken a word to me. Not even in Calc, he just stares at his paper. I offer to help him when he's confused or struggling but he seems to ignore I even exist.

At lunch Brooke has tried to make moves on me but It ended in me telling her off in front of everyone in the cafeteria. That was halfway through the second week of Niall not talking to me. It went something like "for the last time, we're not dating. We were screwing around, there were no feelings and I don't even LIKE girls!"

Yeah. It was humiliating, especially considering I hadn't even had the chance to tell anybody close to me yet. Liam was pretty mad about that, but he got over it quickly. Niall wasn't even at lunch but I'm sure he's heard about what happened.

Now I'm sitting in my room after school, staring at my homework as I try to focus on it, but my mind goes back to Niall.

Ever since I saw him I knew I was attracted to him, which is why I was being a dick in the first place. It's stupid, but I was still scared. Somehow that talk he had with me 3 weeks ago really made something resonate in my brain. Maybe it was the fact that he had been treated the same but was still brave enough to continue being himself and I hadn't had the same courage. Maybe it was because I liked him. Maybe it was because he kissed me. His first kiss. He gave it up for me.

None of this is making sense in my brain. If he didn't somewhat like me why would he give it to me? I groan and walks downstairs to find my mum, who I assume is in the kitchen making some tea.

"Oh, Harry, you're home. I thought you had practice this afternoon?" She asks once I make my way into the kitchen.

"No, it was cancelled because coach has to redo the line up due to someone getting kicked off the team.." I bit my lip. I really didn't want to explain to my mum that I threw a huge party and someone nearly got date raped. I threw parties a lot when my mum was out of town but usually they were safer, and generally smaller. That one was huge because it was the first of the school year.

"Oh what happened?" She pries, which leads to me looking guilty. I have a terrible poker face when it comes to my mum. I love her too much to lie to her.

"Harry, did you throw another party?" She narrows her eyes at me. "You know how I feel when you don't warn me. What happened that was so bad that somebody got kicked off the team?"

"Uhm- that guy was quite literally trying to date rape one of my.. friends? I guess we're friends- anyway, he was basically sexually harassing him in the middle of the kitchen and I kicked him out, Zayn dragged him out by his throat nearly" I chuckle softly, but immediately go back to being serious.

"Harry. You usually have the football guys over and a few of their girlfriends for parties, how big was this one?"

"Uh- half the grade..?" I say sheepishly "but mum, I have another dilemma circling around that party and I really need to tell you something and I know you'll probably be okay with it but it's scary."

"Har, you can tell me anything baby. Did something get broken? Did you get someone pregnant? You're scaring me" she puts down her tea and walks over to me, wrapping her arm around my shoulders.

"No- no the only bad thing that happened at the party was that guy and he was kicked out immediately. This is a good thing I think.. I hope it is." I sigh "anyways, that friend who was getting assaulted? Well his names Niall. And after I took him to my room so he could be alone to calm down, I brought him some food and we were just talking. I told him about things I've never even told you mum. And I figured something out... I'm gay"