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“Hazzzzzz.” Niall groaned, both arms wrapped around Harry’s waist from behind. Harry rolled his eyes and kept walking, dragging Niall with him through the corridor on the way to their English class. “Please come over after school. I miss spending time with you.”
Harry rolled his eyes again. He does that a lot when he’s with Niall. “You just need me to help on your essay.”
For a moment they stopped walking. “Well, yeah, that too.” Niall buried his head on Harry’s back as Harry resumed walking. The hot couple by the lockers, a mysterious guy in a leather jacket and the other guy in a flannel who always looks serious, paused their snog fest to look at them weirdly. “But I also really miss you. You never come over anymore.”
Harry sighed and untangled himself from Niall. “I have the keys to our house. My mum wouldn’t be able to get in if I wasn’t home yet by the time she gets there. She’s always saying something about getting another set of keys but she always forgets.”
Niall groaned again. He does that a lot when he’s with Harry. “I don’t get why she can’t just have the keys and then you can come over our house while waiting for her to get home.” And then his eyes widened. “Of course! Of fucking course. How could I forget? You have be at home at five because that’s when that hot guy smokes, right?”
Harry slapped a hand over Niall’s gigantic mouth. “Shut up, Ni! What if he’s around and hears you?”
Niall flicked Harry’s hand away. “He won’t. He’s in class.”
“How do you know that?”
“Because we’re the only ones here. We’re late.” Niall replied, and sure enough, Harry saw the corridor was empty. He was about to make a run for it just as the bell rang.
Harry sighed. Goodbye, lunch break.
There’s someone poking Harry.
He looked behind him to see Niall passing him a note. He took it, glancing at their Biology teacher who was reading from his book in a continuous monotone. Half of the class is asleep.
‘I have a problem,’ read Niall’s note. Before Harry can even write something back, Niall was slipping him another note.
‘I have a crush on the mysterious guy from English class.’ It read. Harry snickered as he scribbled at the back of the small paper.
‘He literally snogs his boyfriend every single day by the lockers before class. They’re practically married.’
When Niall read the note, he made a loud gasp, even the students sleeping almost fell out of their seats and looked at him. Niall suddenly stood up, his face pale.
“Sir, I have to go to the clinic. I need to nurse my broken heart.” Niall said in a quivering voice. The idiot actually has tears in his eyes.
Their teacher stared at Niall for a full minute, then nodded. “Okay.”
Niall dashed out of the room, sobbing loudly.
"It's so annoying," Harry mumbled under his breath. "Why aren't we all dismissed at the same time anyway? If only we were, I'd never have to hurry home just so I could catch him still on the roof. This education system MUST be changed." He slapped a hand over his mouth. "Shit, Niall's right. I do sound like a stalker."
Someone snickered behind him. Harry whipped around so fast his neck cracked. The guy behind him was one-half of the hot couple from earlier, the serious one in a flannel.
"I- I, um-" Harry tried to find an excuse.
But the guy placed a hand on Harry's shoulder and grinned. "Don't worry about it, mate." Harry was just about to speak when the guy suddenly stopped walking, gave him a salute, and went inside the house on their left. Huh. There are a lot of hot guys in Harry's block.
He just stood there, caressing the shoulder the flannel guy touched, annoyed at himself for being useless around hot people, when he remembered that he was actually in a hurry. He jogged the last few steps to their house. He didn't dare look at the house across the road, because the hot guy might already be on the roof and Harry didn't want to be caught staring.
He unlocked the door and was about to go in their house, but then paused. He took a step backward and placed the key under the rug. Harry smiled to himself. There. He actually remembered to do that. Now he wouldn't have to open the door when his mum arrives in a few minutes. He's quite proud of himself.
That was before he remembered that he was supposed to be hurrying up his room. Then Harry was annoyed at himself again as he ran up the stairs.
Harry sighed dreamily.
The hot guy, perched on the roof of the house from across the road, just looks so beautiful there, the sun setting behind him as he drew on his little notebook with a cigarette between his lips, even if Harry couldn't properly see because he only dared to peek out a little from his closed binds.
Harry squinted, because he can never make out what the guy was drawing, even after weeks of watching him there on the roof. But he could see, though, that the hot guy's lighter has a picture of something blue and red. Harry doesn’t know what it is but he thinks he’s in love. He sighed dreamily for the second time.
He thinks that maybe he would endure hurrying home every single day, and maybe even embarrassing himself in front of hot guys, if he could only watch the beautiful boy who smokes every sunset.