Harry's POV
I leaned my back against the cold stone wall of the back area of the school. It was strangely warm, considering it was usually cloudy and would continuously rain. Today was different, as I could actually see the sun and there was a warm breeze blowing through every so often.
I raised my half finished cigarette to my lips, breathing the smoke into my mouth and blowing it out, watching as the smoke evaporated in front of me. I couldn't help but cringe at the taste but made no move to stop because I simply didn't care.
When I was younger, before I reached my teenage years, I never thought I would smoke when I grew up. I didn't think I would be anything like how I was but shit changes.
"I really hate you, Liam," I said to the muscly brunet who was standing next to me.
"And why is that, Harry?" he asked, though judging by the look in his eyes, I was certain that he knew exactly what I was talking about.
"You know why, you arsehole. This is all your fault," I narrowed my eyes.
I didn't want to say it out loud. Not only was I ashamed that I had managed to impregnate a male but there were others within in earshot and I didn't want them to hear what was happening around them.
Liam laughed, his amusement didn't cease, even after the dirty look I gave him.
"This isn't funny and I really fucking hate you."
I soon felt him wrap me in his muscly arms, pulling my smaller body into his. I wasn't small but Liam could make pretty much anyone look tiny if he really wanted to. Though I wasn't currently that happy with my best friend, I didn't even try to pull away from his arms. No matter what, he was basically all I had left.
"This is good for you, Harry. Niall needs your help and don't hate me for saying this...but you need his help too. You can blame me all you want to but just remember that it was you who got him pregnant, not me."
He was right. I hated it when he was right. I just felt better blaming him than admitting to myself that it was actually my fault.
"Fine but that doesn't mean that I'll be happy about this."
"Good."
I rolled my eyes, hoping that I didn't regret my decision, though I didn't see how I couldn't.
Niall's POV
I slipped my pink flower crown on my head just as I heard Louis' car pull up in my driveway. I stepped out of my room and exited the house, shouting to my mother that Louis had arrived.
I opened the door to the front seat, smiling at Louis, who had his face trained on his phone. He had a huge smile on his face and I suspected that it had something to do with Liam. As soon as I was ready, he started the car and drove the familiar road towards our school. Music was softly playing in the background, filling in the silence that was created by our lack of speech.
We would usually be deep in a conversation by then, seeing as we both were loud and talkative when around each other but for some reason, I didn't know what to say. So the drive was silent.
I slammed my car door shut and began to walk towards the school, sensing Louis follow behind me. I looked around the dark area, immediately noticing Harry standing in his usual place. Lately I seemed to be noticing him more than I usually would.
I glanced at Louis, who had a deep blush on his face and he was nervously staring at his shoes like they were the most interesting things he had ever seen. I knew that look. It was the look one would get when staring at someone who made them nervous.
I turned my head back to look over at Harry's group again, noticing that Liam was indeed there, smiling at Louis, which explained why he was so flustered. I was happy for him. There was no one in Louis' life that particularly stood out, no one that could make Louis act like he does when Liam was mentioned.
Harry's POV
I looked up from the dirty ground of where I was standing, just in time to see Niall and his friend walking towards the school. I immediately knew it was Niall, he stuck out from the rest of the blonds at our school because of the light pink flower crown he wore on top of his head.
It may also be because he was carrying my child and I guess that it was a kind of an instinct to be able to recognise him immediately. I would never admit this to Liam as I knew that he would assume that I had developed a soft spot for Niall.
Which was certainly not the case.
I noticed the way that Liam would look at Niall's friend, smiling when the smaller brunet's face burned red. I rolled my eyes, kind of fed up with my best friend's infatuation with the smaller boy. Liam never really defined his sexuality. He would see people as more than their gender, thus had no label to tie himself to. He was kind of free to be whoever he wanted.
There were many differences between me and Liam but one of them was that he didn't care what people said about his sexuality. Sadly, I wasn't like that. I didn't want people to see me differently because I liked boys.
I would usually tell Liam to go and fuck him if he was so good looking, as I had done so before in the past but Liam wasn't one to mess around with a lot of people. He cared about other people's feelings, and was quite a sensitive person in general.
He had it lucky, though.
What were the chances that Louis could also get pregnant?
"You're whipped," I rolled my eyes.
Liam looked over at me, acting as if he didn't know what I was referring to.
"If you want to be with him, fucking do something about it. Don't just stand around and stare at him. It's fucking annoying," I continued.
"Don't know what you're talking about, Harry," he shrugged, blushing faintly.
Yeah, Liam was completely whipped.
Niall's POV
I was now sat extremely bored in the middle of my class. Even though class had only been going on for a little over thirty minutes, I felt incredibly drained and couldn't focus on the work that was written on the board. Instead, I thought about things that actually mattered to me right now, like the human growing inside me for instance.
Usually, I wasn't this bitter. I tended to stay positive even if I was bored out of my mind but I had been having massive and painful cramps, which kept me up all night and I had overall gotten around four hours of sleep the previous night.
I could feel the sleep deprivation slowly consume my body and I felt myself close my eyes. I rested my head on the desk and slowly began to doze off but thankfully, Zayn, who was sat next to me, noticed that I was slowly passing out and was able to subtly slap my arm before I fell asleep.
I sat up straight and shot him a glare, which in return I received one of his bright smiles before he turned away and continued to work.
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I managed to make it through the rest of the class without passing out and was now on my way to English. I actually liked English. I wouldn't say it was a great passion of mine, as that was more Zayn's thing than mine but I was decent enough at the subject, it was better than Maths anyway.
I walked into the classroom, seeing that most people were there already, which was weird as they usually waited until the last second to enter the classroom. I walked past the students who seemed to be much more interested in texting than acknowledging me, before I took a seat in the middle row. This was one of the only classes I had where I didn't have Louis or Zayn in, so it didn't matter where I sat.
The teacher had pretty soon entered the class but today she was followed by a girl. Obviously, I wasn't exactly interested in her in the way that teenage boys usually were but she was admittedly rather pretty.
I couldn't help but notice the way that the surrounding guys looked at her and was rather disgusted to think that boys would act in this way simply because there was an attractive female stood in front of them.
"Everyone, this is our new student Eleanor Calder," the teacher said. "You may go sit next to Niall," he continued and began the lesson.
I raised my hand, letting her know where I was. She walked over to my table and sat down next to me.
"Hey, I'm Niall," I introduced myself, even though she already clearly knew who I was.
"I'm Eleanor. I love your flower crown," she said, her voice considerably bright for someone who was at school.
"Oh, uh, thanks," I replied, flushing pink. New people rarely ever said anything positive about the flowers in my hair, so it was weird when people do.
"That was a compliment. Don't look so uncomfortable," she said, though the smile didn't leave her face.
"I'm sorry. I guess I'm not too used to those," I mumbled.
"It's fine. My fault for being too forward, I guess. Though I don't understand why no one would compliment you. Flowers are cute. So are you," she shrugged, causing my face to flush darker.
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I spent the rest of the lesson talking to Eleanor. She was definitely bold and it sort of felt like I was talking to someone I had known for years, rather than someone I had met an hour ago. Class soon ended and I led her towards the cafeteria, where I saw Louis and Zayn sitting at our usual table.
"Hey, Lou. Zayn. This is Eleanor," I said.
"Hi," Zayn murmured, looking up at her for a brief second, before focusing back on his book.
"Don't worry about him. He only speaks about ten words every day. Considering he looked at you, I would say that he likes you. I'm Louis, by the way," Louis smiled at her.
Considering how forward she seemed to be, she seemed to ease into conversation with Louis rather easily. Though that was probably because of how approachable Louis was. Something I couldn't exactly relate to myself.