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2144.
The bell rings, signalling the end of the last period of the day.
"Tomorrow, we shall be working on biographies so make sure you carry your favorite one. Dismissed."
The students all stood up packing their bags and heading out to catch up with friends. Harry (14) slings his bag over his shoulder and calmly walks out of the room. The hallways are like a highway. Everyone speeding to get out of the school and say hello to freedom.
It is Thursday, after all. One more day to the weekend.
Harry makes it to his locker -in one piece- and unpacks his bag. He closes his locker and lets out a shriek. A very unmanly one, if i may add. Niall (14) stood there with a wide smile on his face.
"Niall Horan, i swear..."
"Swearing's not good Styles. Let's go already."
Harry rolls his eyes as Niall lets out a laugh. They make their way to Niall's car. On the way out, Harry bumps into someone rather harshly making him stumble but catching his balance at the last minute. He looks up to apologise but gets tongue-tied when seeing who it was.
Nick Grimshaw (15).
Junior. Jock. Bully.
"You walking with your eyes closed freshie?" He sneered. Harry quickly shook his head. Nick grabs his hair, making Harry whimper in pain.
"Leave him alone!" Niall shouted but was immediately held back by Nick's side-kicks. He let out a low chuckle and looked between Harry and Niall.
"A boy and his curly-haired doll. How pathetic!"
He lets go of Harry making him fall to the ground. Nick and his group walk away laughing, leaving the two alone.
Tears were streaming down Harry's cheeks as he stood up. Niall hugged him tight, guiding them to his car. He put him in the front seat as he sat in the driver's seat.
Harry's eyes were closing from the amount of pain he was in, and he just wanted to sleep it away. But something interrupted his dreams.
Blue orbs.
* * *
"Come on Haz! It's Friday not sleep-all-day!" Niall said jumping on the bed. Harry let out a groan then pressed his face harder into the pillow.
A muffled "Five more minutes" came out of his mouth.
"Not this time curly!"
Next thing Harry knew, he was drenched in cold water. He sat upright and glared at Niall who was smirking at him.
"What on earth was that Niall?"
"That, my dear Haz, was me telling you to get your lazy ass outta bed right now." He smiled then skipped out of the room.
Harry stared at the spot Niall had been and was still in a state of shock. He stood up smiling then let out a whimper as he felt his pjs clinging to his skin. He goes to the bathroom and takes a hot shower.
He comes out and puts on some boxers, a white shirt and black skinnys. The only reason he was here was because his dad had to do some work in Italy for a week.
Harry had probably only seen him a few times since he started highschool this semester. He lets out a sigh and dries his hair.
He goes downstairs in Niall's large house. His dad is a lawyer and is rarely home but that's how they afford to live in such a big house. His mom is a teacher so she's like a second mum to Harry. Well, first and only mum.
"Morning Mrs. H."
"Morning Harry. Did you sleep good?"
"Yeah. Where's Niall?"
Before she could get something out, Niall jumped on Harry's back pumping his fist into the air.
"Nialler! Honestly! What is the meaning of this?"
"The meaning is I'm going to be 15 in a day."
That's right. Niall's birthday was the next day. He didn't know that Harry and Maura were planning something for him. They both hoped he didn't suspect a thing.
"Honey, get off his back and eat your breakfast."
"Mum..." He whined.
Maura raised her eyebrows and that was enough to send him packing. He slid off and sat at the table as Maura placed a plate of bacon, eggs and a slice of toast. She put one infront of Harry as well before kissing each of their cheeks and leaving the house.
It was seven in the morning and school started at eight. It took them a mere five minutes to get there. And they weren't the kind to get to school early.
Suddenly, Harry dropped his fork.
"You ok there Haz?"
"A boy and his curly-haired doll. How pathetic!" He saw him. The boy with brown hair swept across his face and blue eyes that sparkled even from a distance. He looked sad...
"Harry!" Harry blinked and looked at Niall, who had a worried expression on his face.
"Huh?"
"You zoned out. Is everything ok?"
Harry's breathing was harsh.
"Harry just breathe. Relax." Niall assured him as he jumped off the stool and went to the cabinet and took out an emergency inhaler.
Harry's eyes were watering as his breathing turned into wheezing.
"Calm down, buddy. Slow and steady."
Niall places the inhaler in Harry's mouth, giving it a slight push. It's as if the world stopped as Harry took a deep breath. Then he let it go and his tears were streaming down his face.
"One more. Slowly Haz."
Niall pushed the inhaler again. That moment of silence as Harry squeezed Niall's hand. Then he let go. His breathing slowed down. He loosens his grip on Niall's hand but he doesn't let go.
Niall puts the inhaler on the counter and wipes Harry's cheeks.
Harry's asthma had been acting up for about a year now. Christian wasn't there whenever he had an attack. It was Niall who was there during the first attack. It was Maura who took Harry to hospital and payed for his bills. That's why this was his second family.
"Haz, talk to me." Niall said when Harry was calm. Harry had this lost look in his eyes. He looked at Niall and simply said,
"Blue orbs..."
* * *
Christian sits in the black van that is parked outside an expensive-looking hotel in Milan, Italy. He has the headsets on, listening to the happenings going on inside the house.
"They may be on to us, sir."
"I doubt it. These are Italians. They are stupid. They wouldn't even figure it out if we flashed a sign infront of them saying were terrorists."
Laughter.
Christian looks beside him and sees the Italian Corporal gritting his teeth, going to stand up. Christian puts his hand on his shoulder. The corporal looks at him but Christian smiles.
"It's not true and you know it. Çi?"
The corporal looks at him with an unsure look and then sits back down.
"Çi."
Christian went back to watching the security cameras because for one thing, the criminals are the stupid ones in this case.
Christian feels a tap on his shoulder. He sees one of his cadets handing him a black tooth. He nods, removes the headset and puts on the black tooth, his attention still on the cameras.
"Hello?"
"Daddy?"
"Harry? Are you ok?"
"Yes, well no."
"What's wrong?"
"I had another attack today."
Christian keeps quiet, his focus away from the cameras and now on Harry. He'd been away from his son for so long that he hadn't been keeping up with his daily life.
"Hello?"
"How are you feeling now?"
"The pain's gone. But i miss you daddy."
Christian sighs.
"I miss you too, Harry."
"When are you coming back?"
"Hopefully tomorrow. The case is almost solved."
Christian hears a sniffle. His son was crying and he wasn't there to comfort him. He felt so bad. Secrets were tearing him from his son.
"Hey, don't cry."
"I can't help it."
"I know buddy. I know. I'll see you tomorrow ok?"
"Ok. Bye daddy."
"Bye Harry."
Christian sits there staring at the screens but not concentrated. He is pulled back to reality by a loud bang.
He removes the black tooth, puts on an earpiece and gets a gun. He jumps out of the van followed by at least four or five men. Smoke is coming out of the suspected apartment.
They rush up the stairs. They stand at the door. Christian signals them to never let their guard down. He countsdown using his fingers.
3...2...1
They kick the door down and point their guns at the ten terrorists in the room.
"Can we have backup up here. That's a wrap boys." He says into his earpiece.
* * *
He saw them.
He saw the blue orbs again.
The difference is he did not pass out and he did not have an attack.
Louis Tomlinson. Junior. 16 years old. Best friend is 16 year old junior Liam Payne.
Well thats all the information he could gather up.
He looks back to his plate on the table, Niall looking at him with an eyebrow raised.
"What?"
"What is right Haz. Why are you staring at the popular kids' table like that?"
Harry shrugs and takes a sip of coke. Niall narrows his eyes at the younger boy, but eating his sandwich nonetheless. Harry gave him a small smile. Niall shook his head and looked over at the popular table.
Eleanor Calder, Perrie Edwards, Becky G, Liam Payne, Louis Tomlinson, Josh Devine, Nick Grimshaw and the rest of the football team.
What could Harry even want with that group of human species?
"Harry..."
"Niall..."
Niall groaned.
"You are so frustrating."
Harry smiled a bit wider.
"I know."
"When is he coming back?"
"Tomorrow."
Harry said looking down. Before Niall could say anything, the bell rang. He gives Harry a reassuring smile and they stand. They exit the cafeteria, but not before Harry looks back and seeing those beautiful blue orbs staring right into his.
Something's not right here...
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