Deepest Thoughts [Narry]

Prologue: Mind-Reader

!NOTE!: The boys in the story are in their early/mid 2013 era look.
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Niall Horan

This is horrible. This is completely, utterly horrible. I feel like puking. 

I thought this test would be easy, especially since it was a multiple answer test. I'm going to plain out admit it, I thought I could easily pass this without the need to study. So far, I knew at least half of what was on this test. Even so, I still need to pass. 

I should have studied.

Question 12, why did the author mean when- what the hell? I don't know. How should I know? The author was the one that wrote it.

Nervously, I tapped my pencil repeatedly on the desk. My eyes made a quick glance around the classroom. Everyone seemed to be deeply concentrating, probably knowing they are acing this test while I'm sitting here, conflicted. When the students around me begin to write rapidly and start flipping pages, that's when I know I have to speed this up. 

Get your shit together. You can do this. 

No I can't. I'm just telling myself lies.

A low chuckle comes from my right. My head turns towards the direction where it came from, spotting my classmate Harry. His eyes are staring at the test in front of him whilst he chews on his pencil. A habit some of us have, I guess. 

What is he laughing at? This test isn't funny. Or is it? Maybe I'm missing something here.

He begins to grin. I notice he is resisting himself from letting out another chuckle. I begin to wonder what he could be laughing at. With another look around the classroom, I don't see anything that could possibly make him laugh.

"15 more minutes," Ms. Donna tells the class. 

I look at the clock. She's right. Class is ending in about 15 minutes and I still need to get through 8 more questions. If I skip 12, will I have enough time to get back to it? I want to do the math but I know that will waste precious time. 

What is the answer to 12? What is the answer to 12? God, what is the answer to 12?!

Harry clears his throat. Nobody but me looks back at him because I find him suspicious now. His eyes suddenly look into mine and I freeze. It was like he knew I was staring at him, which is creepy. I don't know what else to do so I just continued to stare at him. 

He holds up 2 fingers, making me frown. 

When he knows I'm still clueless, he begins mouthing the letter 'B ' to me. 

Ooh! I get you now. You, sir, are a life saver. 

I circle the letter and give him a smile. I continue on with my test, finding the rest of the questions somewhat easy. 

The bell rings right when I finish circling the last answer. As everyone gets up, I scribble my name on the test and start packing up my stuff. Slowly, I walk through the path between the rows of desks to get to the door where Ms. Donna is collecting the tests.

From the corner of my eye, I see Harry getting behind me, also ready to exit the classroom. I hand in my test and walk into the hallway, towards my locker. As I open it, it suddenly dawns on me how Harry could've possibly know what question I was on since he was at least 5 desks away from me. 

I slow down my action of putting my book inside my schoolbag as I think about it.

How the fuck did he know I was on question 12? Unless. . . he just gave me a random answer.