{HARRY'S POV}
"Class, we have a new student joining us today. All the way from Ireland! How exciting! Niall, would you like to introduce yourself sweetie?" Mrs white announced in her usual smooth voice.
A small brunette with bright blue eyes shuffled into the room, looking terrified. 'He has nothing to be afraid of, everyone's nice here', I thought.
"I-I'm N-Niall I uh I'm s-six." He stuttered to the class.
He's pretty. I like his eyes. Mummy says you can really tell who someone is by looking into their eyes. I'm not too sure but I think that means you can be their friend if they have nice eyes?
I think he looks nice.
"Hello, Niall!" The class cheered. We don't get new students very often. But Niall is going to be my friend. Not theirs. Mine.
Niall looked a bit taken aback by the response, he must have been expecting rotten fruit to be thrown at him or something. I saw that on a cartoon once. I chuckle to myself and I almost miss what Mrs white says next. Almost.
"Does anyone want to be Niall's buddy for the day and show him around?"
My hand shoots up and I look at Niall's shocked expression. I smile.
"Very well! Niall, this is Harold. He will look after you today"
-----breaktime-----
"H-Harold you don't have to be my f-friend,it's okay if y-you want to go-"
I cut him off, "It's Harry and I want to be your friend. I like your eyes." I grin at him.
For the first time today all his worry seems to float off and he gives me a genuinely happy smile.
"I like your hair." He says.
I blush a bit.
"I'm older than you. I'm seven so I choose what we play, yeah?" I chuckle.
He nods. I nudge his shoulder and run away laughing.
"Tag, you're it".
He chases me until the bell goes.
He's cool.
-----1 year later-----
"Happy birthday to you,
Happy birthday to you,
Happy birthday dear NIALLLL.
Happy birthday tooooo youuuuu" I shout.
He laughs at me and grabs my hand, pulling me onto his seat.
"1..2..3.." Maura, Niall's mum, chants.
We blow out the candles together but I take it slowly so he gets most of them.
"What did you wish for Ni?" I ask him happily.
"I wished that we'd be best friends forever and we'll meet Michael Jackson and he'll give me his monkey," He tells everyone excitedly.
"You're not supposed to tell people your wish!" Louis, our friend, whispers.
Niall shrugs and Maura begins slicing the cake.
-----1 year later-----
"Don't you dare!" I shout.
"Why not! I've never done that before." Niall states whining.
"Because you'll get germs and die!" I scream.
Niall looks at me worried but then shakes his head and bends down to pick the injured sparrow off the ground.
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This Thing That We Have ➼ narry
Romance"I don't want you to go harry.." That was the last thing Niall Horan said to me. That was 6 years ago. We were best friends. Until I had to move because of my Dad's job. I bet he doesn't even remember me, but I remember him. I'll find out soon...
