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Chapter 6

★ Niall's P.O.V

Two weeks.

It's been two whole week since Harry and I became friends, secretly.

The fact that I even agreed on it, proves that I'm stupid. Who becomes friends with someone who has bullied you for two damn years? Apparently, me.

But I have to admit, I like it. I like having a friend, even though it's Harry.

It's kind of weird, yet terrifying  to say that this two weeks actually have been the best weeks in my life, for years. 

And honestly, it's thanks to Harry. He's been so nice, understanding and different. 

We never spend time with each other though, not in school or anywhere else, but we always talk over the phone, via messages of course. 

God... if Zayn, Louis and Liam would know about our so called friendship, they would flip. At least Zayn and Louis, because they hate me, more than anything, for no good reason.

Harry said that Liam probably would... understand, in some kind of way, because he has actually admitted to Harry a long time ago that he feels shit about treating othes like they are nothing, and that he only tagged along because he didn't want to end up alone. They still - of course - treat me like shit, and Harry really wants to stop them, but he doesn't know what to do or say to them, he can't really avoid the situation if they start attacking me with words or even hits, so he kind of like... has to do it too, but he never hits me or anything, he only calls me Freak and a lot of things. He's just so scared that they will start to hate and bully him, which they'll probably do, if they knew that he and I are friends. Harry feels bad about it though, he says sorry every single day, not once, but a lot of times, which makes things a little bit better.

It's still quite hard to believe that Harry Styles and I are somewhat friends with each other, but I can't truly trust him, not yet. The way he have treated me... it's not something I can forget about in just one day, a week, a month or a year. I will always remember everything, always. Every word, kick and hit. But, it's something that I'll have to let go off, it's in the past, right? It's going to be hard, but... I'm willing to try. Because Harry's trying really hard to find some courage to tell his best friends, that they need to stop bullying me. 

It's not his responsibility to make them stop, it's my own. But... how am I suppose to tell them to fuck off and leave me alone? I could just write it on a  note and give it to them, but that would just be fucking weird. So, I guess, I need help. Which makes me feel even more pathetic...

Suddenly my phone starts to vibrate, which means that I got a message, from him. He's the only person in this whole wide world that sends me messages, non-stop.

Is something wrong? You look... kind of sad and confused. - Harry.

I bite my lip and carefully glance over at Harry who's sitting to my right, a few desks away from me. He gives me a concerned smile and probably wants me to answer.

I'm just thinking.. - Niall 

About what? - Harry

You - Niall

Oh, should I feel flattered? ;) but... why do you look sad? Have I done something? - Harry

No. Harry, you haven't done anything. I just have a lot on my mind. - Niall

We can skip next period if you want to? We can go and 'talk' - Harry

Well.. okay, I guess. Where? - Niall

The music room? The music teacher's sick, so no one should be there :) - Harry

Okay. - Niall 

★ Harry's P.O.V

The past two weeks has been horrible, only because I don't know what to do about Zayn, Louis and Liam. 

When they treat Niall badly, I really want to hit them. But I can't really do that, can I? 

I wish I just could tell them to stop, because it's so damn hard to see Niall hurt. And the fact that I still have to call him things, is tearing me apart. It makes me feel like shit, but Niall knows that I don't mean anything, he says that it's okay, which it's not. Nothing of this is okay.

That blonde boy... god, he's making me weak. I'm really turning into a softy, it's hard to admit, but I am. Thanks to him. 

With a smile on my lips I hurry over to the music room, hoping that Niall already will be there, and he is. The smile on my lips widen as I walk into the room, closing the door after me.

"Hey," I say and sit next to him, he responds by smiling back at me, slightly. 

"How are you?" I ask, not knowing what else to say at the moment.

He just shrugs and sighs, so... I guess that means he isn't doing that well? 

"I'm not doing so well either." a sigh also left me, sometimes, no, most of the time, life is just too unfair.

Why not? He wrote in his notebook and showed me.

"There's a lot of reasons why... I'm just so confused right now. But, it doesn't matter." I mumble and run a hand through my curly hair.

It matters, Harry. Just tell me.

"I... everything's so different now. I'm different, and it's weird. But I don't want to go back to my old self, never. But, it's so hard to be like this around Zayn, Louis and Liam. I don't know how to stop them from hurting you. And I'm afraid that they'll start... hating me if they find out about our friendship."  

I like the new you, I really do, Harry. But honestly, I don't know what to do about this. I mean, they're your friends, your best friends. So, why chose me over them? Maybe we should just go... back to how it used to be? It would probably be best like that, even if it would suck.

"What?" I turn around a little, so I am facing him, "no, Niall, no. I'm not going to do that. I hate myself for treating you and a lot of others, like shit. It makes me feel so bad, so I'm not doing that anymore. And yes, they are my best friends, but that doesn't mean that you can't become one of my best friends too, right? I'll do something about this, because I can't pretend to hate you. I just need some time to... figure out how to tell them. So Niall, don't give up on our weird-secret-friendship, okay?" I like our friendship, who cares that we only have talked for two weeks? The fact that we are this close already, means that we are meant to be friends.

Niall barely looks at me, he glances down at the notebook, tapping with his pen on the paper. I guess he didn't find any words to write, which he's pretty damn good at. 

"Niall, I'm sure about this. I don't want to go back to my old self, so you don't have to feel bad." I assure him, he really has to know that this is what I want.

Okay, then I won't give up on our weird-secret-friendship.  

He gives me a goofy smile and I just laugh. How didn't I realize sooner that this boy is this amazing?

SO tired, haha oh. I don't know why I wrote this chapter this late at night, but... I felt inspired.

I upload too often though, haha, I need to stop.

Anyways... I'm getting so much Narry feels, I just want to lay down under my kitchen table and cry. 

Thanks for reading & I hoped you liked it  ♥

xx Bella