Turning Hate Into Love (Narry)

Have you ever hated someone so much that the sound of their name makes your skin crawl? Just the thought of them makes you want to run away from everything? I know I do. I, Niall Horan, have had to put up with this ever since I started High School three years ago. I always thought that he’d back off, that he’d get bored of me but no. One Harry Styles just can’t get enough of me and soon I won’t be able to get enough of him, because of one Stupid mistake I’ll make that changes the way I’ve lived my life without him.


2. Chapter Two:


“Are you sure you’ll be alright?” Zayn asked for the hundredth time as we stood outside my English class.

“Yes Zayn, I’m sure I can survive without you.” I smirked.

“Hey! I am your body guard after all.” He winked.

“Even better reason to be in a class by myself, prove to that jerk that I don’t need someone with me twenty-four seven.”

“Yeah sorry about that mate, you know me. I get protective of my friend’s, especially if they have a psychopath after them.” I couldn’t help but laugh at what he said.

“He’s not a psychopath, he’s just…Lonely.”

“Lonely? Niall, he’s the most popular guy in the freaking school, he’s not lonely.”

“I just…He seems it to me.” I retorted, causing Zayn to scoff.

“Niall, he hasn’t been your friend for how many years? You shouldn’t care if he’s lonely; he deserves everything that comes his way!” He threw his hands in the air.

“I-I’m sorry Zayn.” I mumbled, looking down at my feet.

“No, it’s just my over protectiveness.” I looked back up to him and he was smiling down at me.

“You’re the greatest Best Friend anyone could want.” I smiled, embracing him into a hug. “But if I get a detention for being late, you’re going to die!” I quickly pulled out of the hug and walked towards the classroom door.

“See you later mate.” I heard Zayn say as he walked down the hallway.

“Bye!” I waved, even though he wouldn’t have seen it. “Time for English, yay.” I cheered sarcastically.

As I walked into the classroom I noticed the curly haired brunette straight away. I tried to avoid him, but obviously failed. “Looking at my ass Horan?” He asked, chuckling to himself.

“Harry seriously, don’t start shit with me again, what happened last time?”

“I’m pretty sure last time your body guard stepped in but…He’s not here now is he?”

“I don’t want your crap, so shut up already.” I warned, walking in-between him and Louis.

“Ew, I just got Fag on me.” I turned back to Harry, to see him wiping down his blazer. “Stay away from me and my friend’s freak.” He spat.

“Only if you promise to stay away from mine.” I smirked, continuing to walk towards my seat. “Oh and Harry, you should really look up the meaning of the word Fag before you go using it against people, babe.”

“Don’t call me ba-”

“Well what do we have here? Mr. Styles making a scene?” He turned around to see Miss Cameron staring straight at him.

“N-No Miss, I was just…”

“Just what Harry?”

“Sitting down.” He quickly sat in the spare seat beside him and pulled out a book.

“That’s what I thought. Now class, how was everyone’s Holidays?”




“Liam.” I whined, pulling at his sleeves. “You promised to get me something.”

“Uh, no I never did. You just said that I owed you at Lunch Time.” He replied, sliding his tray of food along the buffet line.

“Yes, I did and of course that meant buying me Lunch!” I yelled, slapping his arm lightly.

“Abusing your Boyfriend Niall?” Zayn asked, joining us in the line.

“Yes, yes I am.” I pouted, crossing my arms across my chest.

“What’s his problem?” Zayn asked, looking down the line at Liam.

“I won’t buy him Lunch like I, ‘promised’ him.” I glared over at Liam, who was smiling at me.

“I hate you Liam James Payne.”

“I love you Niall James Horan.” He smirked, pecking me on the lips. “And I shall buy you a burger.”

“Whoo!” I yelled, throwing my hands in the air. “Free Food.”

“Why are we cheering, did you and your Boyfriend have Sex or something?” The three of us turned around to see Louis standing there, by himself.

“Screw you Louis.” Zayn spat, glaring at the boy.

“Come on Malik, don’t give me that look.” He smirked. “We’re all friends here.”

“Friends here my ass.” Zayn replied. “As long as you hand out with that faggot Styles, we’ll never be friends Louis.” I stared at Zayn with shock running through my entire body. “Sorry Niall.”

“It’s alright.” I muttered, fidgeting with the sleeve of my jumper.

“You two done with your Gay-mance?”

“Shut up Louis!” Both me and Zayn turned to Liam who was glaring at Louis with such hate in his normally pure brown eyes. “Shut up, and leave.”

“Fine then, I’ll leave princess.” Louis scoffed before turning away and leaving the cafeteria.

“Can’t they just give up already?” I asked, mainly to myself.

“They will one day.” Zayn said trying to reassure me, placing a hand on my shoulder.

“Same.” Liam muttered to himself. “Let’s go, our food’s getting cold.”


“Food!” I yelled, skipping towards our usual spot. 


A/N: This was written last year so I apologize for any "carrot" moments. :)

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