Harry Styles is the most powerful jock in Jackson Cheshire Highschool. He had every teacher, student and student body wrapped around his finger. When Niall moves to Cheshire England Harry feels drawn to him. He gets possessive if anyone touches him...
Harry's POV I walked down the hallway, loving how the students moved out of my way like I was a king or even better, God. My best mate Zayn walked beside me talking about something.
"You know that Payne kid? I kind of like him. He's quiet and keeps to himself." Zayn said. I look at him and snort.
"I'm sure. But besides that what would you think if I robbed a bank?" I say jokingly. Zayn shook his head chuckling but didn't say anything. We walked into Homeroom and took our seats. Not even five minutes later a blue eyed, blond boy rushed in skidding to a stop. Mr. Ashton was staring at him in a weird way but then he snapped out of it. The blond muttered something and Mr. Ashton turned to the class.
"You guys this is Niall Horan. He's new here from Ireland. I want you guys to treat him right." He turned to the blond, smiling softly. "Go ahead and have a seat."
Niall looked around the class, his eyes locking onto me and then he started walking towards me. He walked past me to the very back of the classroom and sat down. He pulled out a notebook and pencil and he began writing something.
He was very small for his age which must have been 17,he had milkywhite skin, blond hair (died) and intense blue eyes. His face looked soft and his lips looked softer. It was then that I knew I had to have him.
Niall's POV At Lunch I grabbed a tray of food and walked to the back of the cafeteria and sat down, setting my tray on the table. The whole time I felt someone staring at me and I lowered my head so that my forehead touched the smooth surface. Someone set a tray down on the table with a loud clatter and I looked up. Two boys stood there looking at me. One had curly brown hair and evergreen eyes while the other had raven hair and golden-brown eyes.
"Can we sit here?" The curly lad said. I just blinked at him and nodded. They sat down and I picked at my food. Normally I would have been finished and asking for seconds but I didn't feel very comfortable with eating someplace new. "What's your name?"
"Niall." I said quietly.
"You're so cute." The curly haired lad said abruptly. I blushed and the raven haired fellow rushed in to say something.
"I'm Zayn. The cheeky one here is Harry." The guy said. I nod in greeting but don't say anything else. I felt Harry's eyes boring into me and I shifted in my seat uncomfortable with how he was looking at me. "So...you're from Ireland?"
I just nod without saying anything.
"You don't talk much do you?" Harry blurted. I glanced at him, this time deciding to talk.
"Not really. At least not around people I just met." I say, running my hand through my hair.
"Oh." Harry said. Then he grinned. "Well I'd like to get to know you better. How about we hang out tonight at my place?"
"I don't know...." I bit my lip.
"I'll give you my address or I can just pick you up?" Harry offered. I thought about this for a few minutes. Finally deciding on my answer, I say,
"Sure. I guess."
"Great! See you later." Harry said and I smiled as he and Zayn skipped away--not literally. When they were out of sight I sighed and put my head down for a few minutes. I probably looked like a kid. Maybe they would become my friends.
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Zayn's POV I could tell that Harry like that Niall lad. A lot. He wouldn't stop talking about him. When we passed Niall in the hall Harry watched him a look of want plastered on his face. But the thing that worried me was that whenever a girl or a boy looked at Niall in a way that showed lust he got angry and snapped at the person to stop looking at him. It was when a guy named Josh Hutcherson said, 'I'd like to get some of that' as Niall passed and Harry overheard and slammed him against the lockers saying 'he's mine' that I really started to get worried. Not just for Harry's sake but more for Niall's. I knew for a fact that Harry was not one to be trifled with when he says something is his. Harry could get really possessive and sometimes violent. That was why I was worried about Niall.
".....Zayn are you even listening to me?" Harry said snapping his fingers in front of my nose. I shook my head.
"Sorry. Spaced out for a sec." I say. "What were you saying?"
Harry huffed. "I said that Niall is going to be mine and only mine when we get intimate."
"If Harry. If." I say realistically.
"Way to spoil the moment Z." Harry says joking.
I raised my arms in defense. "I'm just being realistic." I spotted Niall standing in front of his locker, Will Payne talking to him. Niall looked a bit distressed. Will said something to him and Niall shoved him away from him. Harry turned to see what I was staring at as Will slammed Niall against the lockers. I heard the unmistakable crack of his head hitting the lockers and he dropped to the floor.
Harry's POV I stormed over to Will and spun him around, punching him in the jaw with so much force I think I broke something. But at the moment I didn't care. Niall could be seriously hurt right now. I bent over him and checked him out. I gently lifted his head from the back and felt something warm ooze down my fingertips. I pulled back and stared at the blood on my fingers.
"Zayn call an ambulance!" I order him. Niall's face is pale. I take my jacket off and press it to the back of his head, trying to keep his head steady. His head lolls limply to the side and I'm really worried. What if he's dead? I quickly check if he's breathing. He is but his breathing is shallow. Soon paramedics arrived and hoisted him up onto a stretcher. They rolled him out to the EMS and I followed not caring if the whole school was watching. I sprinted to my car and sped after the ambulance hoping Niall was going to be okay.
