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I immediately snuggled into his body, taking note at how Harry was stronger and taller than I was. I nuzzled my face into his neck and kissed his neck softly "I love you so much Harry. ...." I murmured as I felt his strong arms around me.

I smiled before snuggling into his arms more, then falling asleep peacefully. I was happy that Harry has forgiven me. I was happy he actually still loved me. Because I loved him very very much, I always have and always will.

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( Hai c: We'll just start at the beginning of the school day when Niall shows up. )

Niall gulped as he walked through the doors of Cheshire High School, his big blue eyes darting around. The sixteen year old pushed through the crowd of students, which was hard because of how small and short he was. Finally, for what seeks like hours, he got to his locker, opening it quickly. He heard the people who walked by him calp him names. The irish lad heard people laugh "Wow look at him! What a fat retard!" "He's got braces! Metal face!" "He's the ugliest thing I've ever seen!" Niall sniffled and sighed.

Niall gasped loudly when a girl grabbed him and turned him around "Listen here retard. Harry Styles is going to get you. As soon as his dark eyes see you he'll take you as he as he gets you alone. He'll make you feel special and make you feel good, then he'll leave you in the dust with no hesitation." She gave one last shove, making Niall crash into the lockers and made him drop all of his books. The girl left. Niall was on his knees, trying to gather all of his things. Tears were in his electric blue eyes and he looked scared. Harry Styles? The sixteen year old had no idea who that was. Since he was new to the town, the boy from Ireland didn't know that he was soon going to be in a whole mess with the biggest troublemaker in town. The sixteen year old boy had messy, wild blonde hair that fell in his eyes, that were electric blue. He was short and small, skinny as well. He was very pale, even paler than an Irishman should be. And everyone around him was laughing at the new kid as they walked by, calling him horrid names.

( That's a awesome pic :)

Niall sniffled and wiped the tears off of his small pale face "Great. Everyone is just has cruel as the people in Ireland..." His Iriah accent was soft and so innocent. He was innocent. .. He was a virgin. Niall continued to gather his books and stood slowly, his short stature making him look even more innocent and cute "I already know I'll make no friends.... Just like Ireland..." That's when one of the jocks pushed Niall down and made him drop all of his books once again "Ah!" He landed ontop of all the books he dropped again and watched as the jock who puahed him disappeared around the corner, laughing with his friends. Niall was now alone in a empty hallway. Or, he thought he was alone. He whimpered and started picking up his books again, tears streaming down his reddened cheeks.

Niall looked at the punk looking lad that was helping him, nodding "Y-Yeah... I am..." he said in a soft, reserved Irish accent "I'm Ni-Niall." He sniffled and wiped furiously at the tears streaming his face "Niall Horan." Niall was very intimidated by this boy who was obvuisly older than himself and probably in a different year than him "Thanks..." He looked down at his hands as he picked up his last books. Maybe, Niall thought, Maybe he'll be my friend. Butthe Irish boy highly doubted it. Niall has never had a friend in his life. Only bullies and people who didn't give a shit about him.

Niall gulped when he heard what his name was but stood up, looking up at the older lad "Yeah... I'm f-from Ireland.." He bit his bottom lip gently, revealing some of the braces on his teeth "I... Could you help me? I have no idea where my first class is." He held his schedule in one of his petite pale hands "I can't find what room it is..." Niall was oblivious to the way Harry was looking at him. Niall had no idea that Harry was making a plan to get in his pants.

Niall followed Harry and thought for a moment before saying "I get them off in three years... Maybe two if my teeth decide to get better. Irish people don't have the best teeth." He carried his books close to his chest, looking even more innocent as he blushed and murmured softly "I like your tattoos. They're cool." Niall offered a shy smile. [I] Maybe that girl was just lying... Maybe Harry is a nice guy... Maybe, just maybe, he could be my friend. Maybe he could make me feel like I actually belong somewhere....

Niall blushed deeply and said "I get that a lot... I'm sixteen..." The Irish boy was surpised that he was actually carrying on a normal conversation without Harry calling him any names yet. Usually when anyone talked to Niall it was to insult him in some way. Never nice words. No, Niall has never experienced gentleness or niceness before. No one knew, but he came from a broken home. Everywhere he went he was bullied and hurt. He took and deep breath and gave another shy smile "Thank you for helping me to class..."

Niall blinked up at him before he said "Oh, thanks... Bye Harry..." Niall had never used bad language ever in his life. He gave a cute little wave goodbye to the punk lad before entering his first class. The rest of his classes before lunch were horrible. A living hell, really. The Irish lad had been builled to the point were he just wanted to hurl himself out of the window. Niall grunted as everyone pushed him, hurrying to get to the lunch room. By the time Niall got into the lunch room all the tables were filled and the lines for food were long. The blue eyed lad just walked slowly over to the only empty table that was far away from all the other ones, sitting in one of the chairs and pulling out a sketchbook. Niall was a artist. He was brilliant. But no one ever cared about him, so no one knew of his talent. So, as the lonely boy sat by himself, he started to draw a rose. A rose that was dying, its leaves wrinkled and crumbling.

As soon as Niall heard that deep, slow voice his cheeks blushed fiercely "S-Sure..." He said, feeling goosebumps spreading on his delicate skin. Niall knew it was Harry. Why was Harry even talking to him? Niall's innocent mind processed that maybe Harry DID want to be friends with him. Niall's first friend ever! He grinned and said "Please! Please sit, Harry. I've never had someone actually want to sit with me before! People usually just laugh and call me awful names that I never want to repeat..." Niall shook his head, his wild hair shaking with him. But little did Niall know Harry just wanted to fuck him and leave, not be friends. But Niall was to naive and innocent to see that fact. The blue eyes boy looked up at Harry with big, shining eyes full of innocence. Just like a child. A lonely, cute child at that.

Niall played with his fingers nervously "Harry... I know we just met today and all but... Will you... Will you be my friend? I've never had a friend before and.... Well you haven't called me anything mean or beat me up... So I think we get along really well. I understand if you don't want to be my friend and all, but I just had to ask." Big blue eyes stared up at Harry, hope in the innocent orbs. The Irish lad batted his delicate eyelashes out of habit, hoping that the older lad would be his first and only friend. Niall had no idea that Harry was just sizing him up to ruin him. All the boy in year ten could see was someone who hasn't beat him up or called him any rude names yet. All Niall could see was the lad who helped him in the morning when everyone else simply didn't care and left him alone, crying in the hallway.

Niall bit his lip cutely and murmured "Are you sure that's ok? I don't want to intrude or anything...." Niall looked into those dark emerald eyes, feeling a smile tug at his lips "Well... I.... Will your friends be ok with me sitting with you guys?" Niall couldn't help but notice how beautiful yet dark Harry's eyes were.... Niall felt something then. A warning bell going off in his head Stay away from him! He's trouble! But Niall's heart told him otherwise. No... Maybe he's just misunderstood! This is your first ever friend Niall! He looks like a nice guy... If you look past his tattoos and piercings. .. Niall decided to go with his heart. The irish lad had no idea what was coming at all. He was wrong, his head was right and his heart was wrong, at least. But Niall was so excited to have a friend for the first time that he didn't listen nor paid attention to the facts. The fact that Harry Styles was going to ruin him.Harry Styles was going to take his innocence and leave him in the dust. Niall blinked up at the older lad, waiting for a answer.

Niall grinned and slid his almost feminine like hand in Harry's, noticing how small his hand was compared to the older lad's "Ok!" He smiled shyly and grinned up at Harry, his braces giving him a adorable look. But, around them people were whispering things like "Oh no.... Harry's going after the new kid. Figures." Or "Styles is going to ruin that boy... Hes only in year ten!" Niall didn't hear any of the other students though, he was to wrapped up in his own excitement to notice anything else but Harry. Niall was very short and only came up to Harry's collarbones when he stood, maybe just a little shorter than that even. And everyone was snickering because of it, calling him names. That Niall had heard. Niall just sighed and looked down before looking back up at Harry "So... Which table is yours? "

Niall stayed close to Harry as they approached the table. The irish lad felt safe with Harry's arm around him, guiding him. Niall just felt... Safe around Harry. Niall knew, even though he had just met the curly haired lad this morning, that he could trust Harry. That was far from the case though. The worst decision of his life. Niall grinned up at his new friend "Thank you Harry. .. You're so nice to me... You're the first person that's ever been nice to me... I think we'll be great friends! We could like study together after school and play football... I'm really good at football!" As in soccer. Niall really was, but he has never really tried out for a team because he didn't want to bullied by teams. He was simply to shy and insecure. Niall giggled, a cute and rather innocent giggle, and said "Can I just say that those dimples are amazing? They really suit you."

Niall giggled and sat down "Sorry... I just haven't really talked to anyone before so... Now that I do I guess I just have so much to say." He grinned at Harry and said "You have your own flat? Cool! I'd love to come over. Or if you'd like you could come over to my house. My Dad is gone all week because he's on a business trip. We could walk to my place and be there in two minutes from the school. It's that close. Whatever works for you is cool with me." His Irish accent was so innocent and cute, his big bright eyes shining as he talked to the punk lad. Niall had a friend. But the people around them shook their heads, knowing exactly what Harry was going. Harry was only pretending to be the new kid's friend to get in his tight, virgin pants. That's all he was going.

"Mmmm.... Maybe you could come over to my house? I saw the way you looked at my drawing... Maybe you'd like to see my other drawings? I have a whole room just for my art!" Niall said with a excited smile, gazing at Harry happily. He swiped his tongue aross his braces so he didn't drool all over and said "Where do you work?" Niall wanted to get to know the older lad and really become friends with him... Maybe even best friends. Happy. Niall felt happiness everywhere. The Irish lad wanted to just hug Harry tight and thank him over and over for making him feep happy, something we hadn't felt in a very very long time. Niall almost forgot what happiness felt like. The way it made him feel energetic and fuzzy, warm inside. The way it made him want to smile at everyone he saw. The way it made him feel like he belonged.

( Wanna skip to after school? )

( That's totally alright c: )

Niall practically skipped down the hall and to his locker, opening it and gathering what he needed to take home and putting it in his backpack. He was so excited that Harry was coming over that he felt like he was about to explode. His locker was across the hall from Harry's, but the short lad hadn't seen Harry because he couldn't see ahead because of all the tall peoplethat surrounded him. Niall grinned and thought of all the tthings Harry and he could do. Look at Niall's art... Talk and get to know each other... Play some football over at the park just across the street... But sex was not on his list. Niall did know what sex was, but he simply never thought about it much. The innocent lad had lots of other things to do than think about sex. Like draw or write or play his guitar.