Upside Down, Inside Out [LARRY, ZIAM, NOSH ONE DIRECTION AU]

10: All I Need

***Rapide***

They all have Math Third period, okay? All six. Harry, Louis, Liam, Niall and Zayn have all been mentioned in that class, but so is Josh. It may say English somewhere deep within a previous chapter but I really don't know. Third period = math = football coach = everyone = well y'all are gonna have to find out what that means. ;)

***Niall***

(btw whos idea was it to put josh's pov after nialls like there always together anyways faaiill)

Day 3, Thursday, Between 2 & 3 Period

"He should be here." I said to Josh, who was perched temporarily in the desk behind the one beside me. Louis' desk, however, was empty. He wasn't in class. At least not yet.

Josh watched the clock while I watched the door. "He's still got...a minute."

I sighed impatiently. My eyes flitted around frantically, searching for Louis in a classroom I knew he was not in. Josh slammed his hand ontop of mine, stopping my fingers from tapping rapidly against the desk. I blushed, I hadn't even noticed.

Josh smiled sadly. "Calm down."

Fear and anger swirled in my stomach. "There's no point in being calm when Louis is who knows where doing who knows what getting in who knows what kind of trouble."

"Who's getting in trouble?" A voice rang out, more above me than anything. Harry Styles. I looked up and smiled at him.

"Hey Harry. Did you uh...end up finding Louis?" I asked cautiously. This guy could shut down like that if I wasn't careful.

His eyes filled with fear for a second, but he expertly pushed it away, furrowing his brow. "I don't know what you're talking about." Harry glanced at Josh. "But Little Drummer Boy here is in my desk."

Josh sighed and stood up, a bit annoyed with the curly haired lad. "Sorry." He slipped into Lou's desk and continued watching the door.

Harry just 'hmm'ed and sat down, no longer feeling the need to talk to us. His phone was out instantly.

I liked Harry. I didn't dislike him, for sure. He seemed like an okay mate just...he didn't need anymore friends, so he didn't want any, so he shut new people out really easily. Like me. "So." I started, still looking at him. "Was there practice last night?"

Harry looked up from his phone wearing an 'are you for real' face. "Um. Yeah..."

"How was it?" I asked, staying chipper.

He winced a bit. Strange, I thought, but kept quiet as he explained. "I didn't go. It was just like, sign ups and conditioning inside and stuff. There's a real tryout tonight. But I probably won't go." Harry glanced around, then leaned in to talk low. "It's not like it'll hurt my chances if I don't."

I chuckled with him. "Nice. What was your record last year?"

He smiled. "Nine and one."

"Wow," I said, raising my eyebrows, "First place?"

Harry suddenly scowled. "Nope. Lucky us, we lost in the championship."

I nodded sadly, showing him I understood. Those were the worst seasons, the kind that sent players into the downward spiral of Athlete Depression. In basic terms: You lose, you're sad, so you lose, so you're sad. Harry looked at me like he was analyzing me, and asked, "You play?"

I swallowed and looked down. "I, uh, used to. In Ireland. I played Year 10 but last year was a bit hectic for me. Coach wanted me to but...I just couldn't."