I was drunk last night and regretted the whole Harry/Niall thing. Harry was a mate, I didn't want him to get too bothered
As I walked into school (half an hour late, as usual) I figured I'd leave Harry a note and think something up in range management class.
If you don't want to be known as the gay one for the rest of your life, you'll meet me in the sports hall at break
I left it on in Harry's locker and walked to class alone.
What the fuck happened last night. Louis showed me Liam's status. Harry liked me? What the actual...? This was the moment i'd been dreaming of. The moment when I'd walk up to him, cheesy music would start playing and time would stop. It would just be me and my Harry. I'd stroke his jawline and tell him I loved him, more than anything in the world, he'd then cup my head in his hands and his smooth lips would touch mine and...
"Mr. Horan, are you listening to me?"
"Course I am."
"Well you can give me the answer"
"Niall Horan you will answer this god damn question."
"Je suis alle maison de prostitution avec Harry Styles."
Oh god, I just told the teacher that I went to a brothel. With Harry.
"Niall leave the classroom at once."