Fake (N.S)

14.

Niall's POV 

I really didn't want to go to school the next day and I was ashamed to admit that Harry was the reason why. I always told myself not to be the kind of person that felt overly upset because of a boy but I couldn't help it. I couldn't help but feel completely and totally crushed.

To be perfectly honest, I felt kind of pathetic about it. Harry and I weren't even together for fuck's sake. He was my pretend boyfriend, neither of us were supposed to have feelings for each other. Even if we did, that was no reason for me to cry over it like an over-emotional teenager.

I let out a frustrated groan, getting out of my bed and shaking away all of the thoughts about Harry. I didn't want to be upset about him and I wasn't going to let him bring me down like that. I just needed to make things return to normal. That meant getting ready for school without so much as thinking about Harry for even a second. 

Having pushed back any potential thoughts of Harry, I was able to get ready in less time than usual. I blamed it on the fact that I didn't bother styling my hair, nor did I bother to change out of the sweatpants that I was already wearing.

I left the house straight after that, ignoring the comments that I received from my parents due to my less than attractive choice of clothing. For once, I couldn't care less about how people saw me. 

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"Hey, Niall," Louis said, leaning against the locker next to mine.

"Hey," I mumbled, pulling out my textbooks from my locker and slammed the metal door shut, not even fazed by the loud noise it made.

"I see that you're in a bad mood," he rolled his eyes.

"I'm not in a bad mood. I'm in a fantastic mood. Absolutely fucking brilliant," I replied, though the sarcasm seemed to make it obvious that I was in fact in a terrible mood.

Though it could be worse, at least I hadn't seen Harry in person yet. I didn't know how I would react once I did see his stupidly perfect face but for the sake of my sanity, I was glad it hadn't happened just yet.

Harry wasn't the only reason that I was in a bad mood. The blame also lay with the other students. Seeing as though I had 'broken up' with Harry; the most popular kid in school, in the middle of the school halls, it wasn't difficult for people to find out about it. People had been whispering and looking at me strangely all day. It was so much worse than the attention I had received when people found out about us in the first place.

"So there's no way to fix you and Harry then?" he asked, looking at me almost sympathetically. I wasn't sure if it was my imagination but his eyes clouded with guilt as soon as he had said Harry's name. I couldn't say what emotion my own eyes displayed once his name was mentioned. 

"It's impossible to fix something that never actually existed, Louis. Why do you ask, anyways?" I asked.

"Because...you've been sulking ever since you fell out with him," he admitted, seemingly not wanting to say this. "And I know that deep down you wish there was something between you two," he added with a shrug. 

"Well, there isn't. He's an asshole and I'm an idiot for even thinking that something good was going to happen," I snapped, rolling my eyes. I wasn't particularly mad at Louis for what he had said, knowing that he was simply saying what he thought was true but I couldn't help but feel mad at myself for almost agreeing with him. 

"Niall..." Louis said sympathetically, causing me to shake my head. 

"I don't care but can we please not talk about him? I'd rather not think about it," I replied, my tone still incredibly bitter.