Harry's POV

I grabbed my books from my locker and closed it. I walked down the hall to Zayn's locker so we could walk to our classes together. This is one of the few times we have our classes in the same building, so we always use it. I walked up to Zayn's locker and waited for him to acknowledge me. When he closed his locker, he did and he jumped slightly.

"Haz! You scared me!" Zayn said and I smiled.

"Ready to go?" I asked and he nodded and we walked to class. When it was time to part our separate ways we gave each other a quick hug and I walked into my classroom while he walked to his class. When I entered the room I sat by the window like I usually do. Not long after did the teacher walk in and told everyone to settle down. Once everyone was quiet and in a seat he began talking again.

"So today we're doing a project. You will chose a King or Queen that once ruled The United Kingdom or Queen Elizabeth. You can work in partners or you can work alone. It has to be a two page paper with information on the King or Queen's life. It's due tomorrow. You can start now." My history teacher said before sitting down at his desk and taking out a folder of papers.

I sighed and took out my notebook. I was in the middle of deciding on who to do when I felt a tap on my shoulder and heard an Irish accent from behind me, "Mind working with me?" I turned around and looked straight into a pair of blue eyes. I smiled and nodded. Niall took the seat beside me and continued talking, "So, did you decide yet or?"

"Nah, I was thinking."

"I was thinking Queen Mary II?" Niall asked and I nodded, I really didn't have a preference. Niall smiled at me and we got to work on Queen Mary the second.

~*~

"Come over to my place so we can work some more, yeah?" Niall asked as were about to leave school and I nodded, "Right after work, I want this to be done as soon as possible."

"I know Nialler. Right after work I go to your place." I smiled and gave him a thumbs up which he returned and started my walk to work. I was almost out of the car park when I heard a honk form behind me. I turned around and saw Louis' red Porsche pull up. I smiled and shook my head but walked up to his car and opened the door and sat in the passenger's seat.

"Buckle up." Louis said with an expecting look and I playfully rolled my eyes but obliged.

"Why are you driving me?" I asked and Louis looked at me for a brief second before back at the road.

"You needed a ride. You didn't think I'd leave the school knowing you'd have to walk to work, which isn't that close might I add, while I drive home? No, no, no. I can't have my Hazza walk home. You never know with English weather, it can rain any minute." Louis explained but I stopped listening when he said my Hazza. As in his Hazza. As in I belong to him! What!?

I was becoming flustered, and fast. I couldn't bring myself to speak after that. It's like I lost my voice. My mouth just kept opening and closing like a fish. So I just stuttered out an, "U-uh.. y-yeah, yeah o-okay." The rest of the drive was silent, I think it was because of my damned awkwardness. Dammit!

I had a slight frown on my face the rest of the ride there and looked out the window so Louis wouldn't see. When we arrived I gave him a brief 'goodbye' and a wave and scurried off. Once I was inside I externally slapped myself for my awkwardness then looked and made sure no one was around. When I realized no one was I slipped on my pink apron and went to the cash register to start my shift.

~*~

"Finally! We're done with that damn paper!" Niall exclaimed overdramatically and flopped on the bed. I laughed and followed suit. We laid there for awhile just staring at the ceiling when Niall began to talk, "Harry?" Niall asked and I hummed in response, "Want to talk about Louis?" He asked in a very casual manner.

"I don't know..."

"You can talk to me Harry, I'm a great listener. Or at least I think so." Niall shrugged.

I sighed, "Okay, I do need to get something off my chest..."

"Come on." Niall said looking at me expectantly.

I sighed again before talking, "Today Louis said something," I paused for affect and it worked because Niall was at the edge of his seat, "He said that I was... his Hazza. Am I overthinking it? It was just a slip of the mouth wasn't it?" I asked. Niall looked a bit shocked at my news but still answered my question with a nod. I tried to hide my disappointment and sadness but obviously failed because Niall put a hand on my shoulder.

"It was probably a slip of the mouth. But it was probably more like a, he didn't mean to say that out loud than a that came out wrong, slip of the mouth." Niall reassured me and I nodded.

"Ya know Harry, you told me all this stuff to get it off your chest and I also need someone to talk to..." Niall trailed off.

"You can talk to me..." I also trailed off. I don't really know if that was what he was implying.

"Really?"

"Yup!" I said popping the 'p'.

"Great! So... um... I kind of... uh..."

"Spit it out Nialler!" I encouraged.

"Like Liam." He mumbled but I heard him and choked on the air.

"L-like L-liam?" I stuttered and Niall nodded his head ashamed.

"What's wrong Niall?" I asked.

"I'm disgusting."

"Keep in mind you're talking to gay guy." I joked but there was some honesty behind it.

"Sorry.. but how do you deal with it? How do you not care what others think?"

"I did. But then I started liking Lou and realized that if there were a slight chance that he'd like me back, then I shouldn't give two shits about others opinions on me."

"Thanks Haz."

"No problem. So, are you gay?" I questioned.

"It's complicated." Niall mumbled.

"Being bi is not-" I started but Niall cut me off.

"I'm not bi."

"Pan?" I asked confused and Niall shook his head, "Then what are you?" Niall was about to open his mouth but I cut him off, "And don't say 'it's complicated'." and Niall shut his mouth.

"It's just that... I'm kind of bi." Niall said.

"What? Can you please explain. I tell you things Niall, and I'm comfortable with it. Like I can talk to you, you can talk to me. Please Nialler." I begged.

Niall sighed before speaking, "Well, I like to have sex, I don't care if it's a boy or girl. But when it comes to dating, I can't see myself dating a girl only a guy. I've only had one girlfriend and I hated it. She was a nice girl, but I didn't like her, so I came to the conclusion I was gay so I dated a few guys and y'know. Then one night I got drunk at a club and took a girl home. The next morning the only thing I remembered was having some good sex, and then I saw the girl next to me. So I had sex with a few other girls and came to the conclusion, I can fuck girls, I just can't date them. But I can date and fuck guys. But it makes no sense. Why wouldn't my heart not be attracted to soft lips, and sexy asses and those boobs-"

"Niall, I can talk to you about how hot Taylor Lautner is, but not about how hot Jennifer Lopez is..." I cut Niall off because I was beginning to get uncomfortable.

"Oh, sorry. So lets talk about Taylor's abs!" Niall exclaimed.

"They're so sexy! God! I'm having sexual frustration just because I'm thinking about them!" I said just as excited, finally I have someone to fan-boy with.

"But his v-line though!"

"It's so prominent and so motherfucking sexy! Ugh!" I groaned.

"Yes!" Niall yelled and if I wasn't in the same room as him I would've thought he was in the middle of having sex, "We should stop now, we sound like teenage girls." Niall suggested and I nodded. Niall stood up and held his hand out, I followed suit and we did the 'bro-hug' and he ended it with a pat on the back. I hand to hold in a whimper by the amount of force he used.

"I got to go, mum's coming home soon and I forgot to buy the ingredients for dinner." Niall rushed out and we walked out his room,(well I walked, he ran) and we left his house then I walked home while he sped to the supermarket that was only a few blocks away.

Funny Irishman.