Louis had been expelled and was now being homeschooled. Sort of ironic, considering everything.
Harry waved bye to Nick “Grimmy, the Rimmer” Grimshaw and walked out of the mathletes meeting. He had been forced to join because his association with the bully of the century was too large to overlook.
He dragged his feet down the hallway – the school was peaceful again. The social tyranny was destroyed and life felt quiet. Even the weather seemed to like this turn of events and the sun was out often. Harry sighed.
Liam loved it - the new era as he called it. He got put into the school’s glee club as punishment for being a Plastic but instead of it being unpleasant for him, it filled him with glee, glee and more glee.
“So fetch!” Liam would say after every practice, waving his Jazz hands everywhere and Zayn would nod in agreement.
Zayn had been placed into the art club. It seemed like an odd match until Harry saw what Zayn could do with his hands. Oh, that boy could dothings.
It really was a shame that Liam’s voice and Zayn’s artistry had been hidden from the world so long. Zayn said that Louis had prevented them from doing what they desired on purpose but Harry thought that Louis had just not known that Zayn was more than just vain.
Oh, he was so much more. After Zayn was allowed to take it out of the art gallery, Zayn had gifted his first oil painting to Liam. It was a full body portrait of Liam. Naked Liam. Very nude Liam.
“I drew it by memory - I wanted it to be a surprise - I hope you like it.” Zayn was a pile of fragile nerves as he waited for Liam’s reaction.
“Is that… me?” Liam hugged Zayn, throwing them both on Harry’s bed in his uncontrolled excitement. “It’s so beautiful!”
Harry almost left his own room, probably house just to give them some privacy but Liam jumped back up after basically tearing Zayn’s clothes apart. “Niall will just have to love me after seeing this perfection!”
Liam ran off with the painting and Zayn started sobbing.
Harry wholeheartedly accepted the weirdness these two brought to the table or bed or wherever. There was no one to restrict them from acting absurdly anymore. Losers were allowed to be as odd as they wanted to be.
Niall was the once to call them losers. Himself included. They weren’t freaks – not enough tattoos – and they couldn’t declare themselves as outsiders – the hipsters had practically bought the rights to anything outside the norm.
“We’re just losers. Look at us, man. A math dork and a gleek and a Picasso–“
“I’m more of a Van Gogh.”
“Right, yes. Of course I know what that is.”
Zayn rolled his eyes in response and Niall grinned. “And me, a footie noob. What kind of group are we?”
An incomplete one, Harry thought. He didn’t mean Cher’s absence. He had no clue where that girl was most of the time now. Sometimes he saw a flash that looked like her but it vanished hastily.
He got to his locker and ripped it open. The truth was that he was happy. He just felt too sad to enjoy his happiness.
A few days after the incident with the one who shan’t be named, Niall showed up in front of his house with the biggest of smiles. It stretched from North Korea to the US and aided in the achievement of world peace and prosperity.
“The most incredible thing just happened and I think I might implode.”
Zayn had apologized to Niall. He had confronted the Irish lad, run after him when Niall fled and grabbed his collar, forcing him to listen to Zayn’s sincere apology.
