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Chapter 3
HARRY POV
Harry collapsed onto his bed the second he walked into his dorm, too caught up in his thoughts to notice the Irish lad chomping on some crisps in the corner. He lay with his hands behind his head, staring at the popcorn ceiling in a daze.
Louis Tomlinson TALKED to him.
Someone other than Niall actually talked to him.
A slow smile began spreading across his face, turning into a grin of pure glee and happiness, his eyes alight and dimple prominent.
Maybe Louis wouldn’t want to be his FRIEND necessarily, or talk to him on a regular basis, but Harry was used to that. The important thing right now was that Louis TALKED to him. For an entire hour. There was interaction that WASN’T forced. That thought alone was enough to make Harry’s day. Or week. Or life, maybe.
“Well hello to you too,” Niall spit out through a mouthful of food.
Harry quickly sat up. “Hey there Nialler! How are you today?” he said excitedly.
Niall narrowed his eyes suspiciously. “What’s gotten into you?”
“Nothing! Absolutely nothing! Just a good day, that’s all!”
Niall continued to stare at him. “You alright, mate? You seem a bit TOO happy….”
Harry raised his eyebrows at his friend.
“No seriously, Harry.”
“I’m fine, Niall!”
“Okay, whatever you say…So, how’d it go with Anderson? I’m guessing you’re not in a lot of trouble, considering your freaky mood and all,” he joked.
“We got let off with a week of detention.”
Niall barked out a laugh. “Nice job, kiddo. How’d you get out of that one?”
Harry shrugged. “Just talked our way out, I suppose. Louis did most of that.” He couldn’t stop the small smile from making its way onto his face when he said Louis’ name.
Niall’s eyebrows shot up. “Louis, huh? Tomlinson?”
“Yeah, Tomlinson.” Harry fought back a grin.
“That was really nice, what he did today. That took some serious balls.”
“I know, it was really great.”
Niall laughed, a knowing sparkle in his eye. “So, uh, anyways, is that why you came back from class later than usual today? You had detention?”
“Yeah.”
“With Louis?”
“Yes! Why all the questions today?”
“And how was that?” Niall continued, ignoring Harry’s question.
“It wasn’t bad, actually.”
“Why wasn’t it bad?”
Harry narrowed his eyes at Niall, who was smirking at him. “No reason. It just wasn’t.”
“Are you sure it wasn’t because of a certain good-looking lad who was with you, who, I don’t know, might be on the football team or something?”
Harry blushed scarlet. “Niall, stoppp,” he whined.
Niall smiled smugly. “That’s what I thought.”
Harry rolled his eyes. “You’re a right tosser, you know that?”
“I love that you’re not denying this.”
“Shut up.”
Niall laughed. “Look at your face! You’re so whipped, mate.”
“Whatever, I’m gonna go take a shower.”
“Sure, a ‘shower,’” Niall said, making air quotes around ‘shower.’
“I’ve had enough of your cheek, Horan.”
“Hey, no need to get pissy, Harold."
“Shut the fuck up, Niall!”
“Never,” Niall chuckled. Harry grabbed a few things and stormed off to the bathroom, trying to be angry with Niall but knowing inside that he was failing. It’s impossible to stay mad at Niall.
“Oh, and Harry?”
Harry slowly turned around. “If you’re gonna make another joke about wanking, I swear to god-“
“No no no, I’m not.” Niall said, shaking his head.
“Okay, what is it?”
“Be careful with Nick and the football crowd. Please. You scared the death out of me today, I thought something terrible was going to happen to you.”
Harry smiled. “No need to worry about me, sweetheart. I can take care of myself,” he joked.
“I know, but I can’t help it. Just…be aware of them, okay? I have a feeling Nick’s not going to be too thrilled with you tomorrow, especially because Louis, Liam, and Zayn stood up for you. Just saying.”
“Thanks, Nialler. I’ll be careful.”
“If anything else happens with him, don’t ever hesitate to give me a call, yeah? I’d give just about anything to be able to sock it to him, straight in the balls. That stupid cunt, thinking he’s the fucking queen or something, seriously, he’s such a little shit, I-“
“Alright Niall, calm down, I’ll call you if anything happens, ” Harry laughed, walking to the bathroom door. Once Niall got started on a rant, it took ages to stop him.
“Good,” Niall said, shoving another handful of crisps in his mouth and turning back to his laptop. “If he messes with you again, he’s gonna fucking get it.”
Harry rolled his eyes at his friend as he walked into the bathroom. Ohhh Nialler…