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Harry's Point of View
"Harry, get up!"
I buried my head further into my pillow before mumbling, "I'm not even asleep, Gem. How am I suppose to sleep when I'm in a foreign place, going to a new school where I'll be the strange, new kid with a fucking British accent."
"Language!" Gemma scolded and I imagined her wagging her finger at me as she sat down next to me, "Harry, you're going to be just fine. All ya gotta do is be yourself. And if anyone harasses you, big bad Gemma will come to the rescue!"
"Oh yay. The new gay outkast with the only British accent gets his older sister to kick his bullies' ass. I can see the headlines already."
"Harry, if you're unhappy here, I can send you right back to Cheshire to live with Mum and Robin... Or to London to see Dad-"
"Mullingar is just fine, thank you very much." I interrupted, refusing to have this conversation again. "Now get out of my room so I can get ready for school."
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I walked into Coláiste Mhuire all boys Catholic Secondary School with Gemma not leaving my side. She insisted she make sure that I got settled in before she left for work.
I sighed for the second time this morning and adjusted my backpack which was slung over my shoulder before burying my hands inside the dark grey chinos I was wearing.
I already hated this school for making me wear this dumb uniform. I was tempted to tug at the collar of the button up that I was wearing underneath the stupid navy blue jumper. I could almost swear I was going to suffocate under all this material.
I glanced around the hallways, noticing everyone was staring at either me or Gemma (mostly Gemma). But why wouldn't they? This was an all boys school and I have my eighteen year old sister strutting down the hallway.
"Gemma, you're drawing attention to yourself..." I mumbled.
Gemma scoffed and shook her head childishly, "Am not."
I heard a few students began to murmur causing me to tense up and grab Gemma's sleeve, "Ugh, just come on."
I dragged my irritating sister over to the office while she grinned triumphantly; probably happy that she’d once again gotten her way.
"Welcome to Coláiste Mhuire! How can I help ya?" a perky woman sitting behind a desk asked.
Gemma grinned, "Hiya! I'm Gemma Styles and this is my younger brother, Harry. He actually just moved here from Cheshire. He lived with our mum, but she was afraid he was falling into some sort of depression because of everyone teasing him for being-"
"Gemma!" I intervened, blushing.
Was it necessary to give them my complete history? What happened to leaving everything in the past?!
Gemma rolled her eyes, "Oh shush, Haz. You weren't embarrassed in Cheshire."
"Yeah, and look where that got me! Depressed and sent to a different country! Now if I may please have my schedule and possibly a map of this damned school, I'll be on my way. "
The office lady looked between the two siblings before pressing a green button. Suddenly her voice filled the intercom speaker, "Niall Horan, please report to the office. Niall Horan to the office."
Niall's Point of View
"Niall Horan, please report to the office. Niall Horan to the office."
I frowned and looked at me friends, "What'd I do this time? Classes haven't even started!"
Conan shrugged, "Heard a new kid's comin'. Maybe your 'is tour guide."
I nodded, "Probably."
"Or maybe ol' White is finally ready to take Nialler's cock!" Malachi snorted, knowin' about me fancying Ms White, the office secretary.
I rolled my eyes and muttered "Cunt," as I walked away from my friends and towards the office. I was there within two minutes flat and immediately spotted Ms White, a lady no older than meself with her back turned towards me, and an significantly taller lad standing next to her, going on a rant about how he didn't want to be here.
I cleared me throat to tell them I was here. Everyone except the boy, who froze, turned to look up at me.
Ms White grinned happily, "Niall!"
"Hello, Miss White!"
The boy with the curls tensed at the sound of my voice then began tugging on the girl next to him sleeve.
"Harry! Don't be rude, say hi!" the girl frowned.
Curly glanced at what's-her-face, before lifting his hand in acknowledgment. I raised my eyebrows. Was I suppose to say hello or what? Before I had the chance to greet him, the girl elbowed him in the ribs, makin' him sigh loudly. He sighed and let his eyes finally meet mine.
Then he finally spoke, "Uh, hello. I'm Harry and this is my obnoxious sister, Gemma."
I'm pretty sure my jaw dropped in excitement and I couldn’t help but yell, "You're British!? That's something new around 'ere."
He blushed a bright red and elbowed his sister even harder, "Told ya."
My eyebrows furrowed in apprehension. It wasn’t a good sign to him already blushin'? I hoped he didn't do that often. In an all boys school, everyone looked for a reason to pick on the ones who stuck out.
It was especially bad for anyone was was anything but straight. There tended to be quite the amount of homophobes at this school in particular, and if they even thought he was gay or weaker than 'em, they'd beat him to a pulp just to say they could.
Gemma rolled her eyes and turned fully towards me, "Harry's a bit... socially awkward, so can you make sure he fits in... somewhere? Anywhere? Well not anywhere, but with some okay people at the very least. And-" she paused to check her watch, "I've got to get to work, but make sure he doesn't get into trouble. Not on his first day, at the very least."
"Trouble? Are you a bully or the bullyin' type?" I inquired, glancin' at Harry.
He seemed to be a pretty muscular dude, and his hands were enormous so he should be able to hold his weight in a fight. But anyways, why would he even be bullied in the first place?
Gemma shrugged nonchalantly, adjusting her purse strap, "He's gay and some people just can't accept that, ya know?"
I'm pretty sure the entire office grew silent at her words. Every pair of eyes, including my own pair landed on the poor lad. He was starin' at his sister with wide eyes. His fist were clenched, his mouth was in a thin line, his cheeks red, and his body tensed.
Harry was gay? Holy mother of God, this kid wasn't gonna lasta day here. No wonder his sister is so over-protective, but an all boys school? Really? I wonder who's brilliant idea that was.
Probably Gemma's considering how Harry was ranting about how much he didn't want to be here when I arrived.
Eventually, though, Harry puffed out his cheeks and pushed past me. I watched him make his way through the hallways and out of sight.
"Watch him, please." Gemma begged, once everyone had snapped outta their mini trance.
"I've got to. He's no match for these damn homophobes alone."
And with that, I grabbed Harry's schedule and took off after him.