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niall's conclusion
invisible - five seconds of summer

december 14th | 2015

"Turn here, and then drive for awhile."

"Very specific."

"Shut up, you're so sarcastic."

Harry grins from the driver's seat and I would smile with him, but his tear streaked face speaks louder than his smile.

"Are you sure you want to do this now?" I ask him again, "You can go home, you know, recuperate--"

"I'm alright," Harry sighs, giving me a small side smile, "really. If anything, helping you is going to take my mind off him."

"You know, it isn't fair."

"What?"

"That you gave him all your love for nothing in return."

"Yeah, I know, but it's over now. I'll be fine."

I bite my lip as he focuses his eyes back on the road. I can't help my guilt towards Harry's situation; it just isn't fair that he put himself out there and lost himself due to it. No one deserves that fate. Especially someone as strangely perfect as he is.

"Are we there yet?"

"There's gonna be a light," I respond, "turn there and for a while you'll see statues and a bunch of other rich culture shit. That's the long driveway to my school."

"Wow," he laughs as we approach the light, "sounds welcoming."

"Doesn't it?" I answer with a sarcastic smile and he laughs again. My heart bubbles at the sound, and it temporarily calms me. But as soon as my high school comes into view, my bubbling heart sinks to my stomach.

"Shit..." I whisper, and I know he heard me.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing I just..."

"Just what?"

"What's the goal here?" I ask, questioning my own motives, "To get kicked out of school?"

"I think..." Harry taps his chin, "I think that it's to get everyone to accept that you are who you are."

"Good goal," I mutter, "but how to approach...?"

"I say we wing it," Harry shrugs as he parks the car, "yeah?"

"What--but I--"

"Come on,"

He holds his hand out and my eyes widen in alarm,

"Wing it with me."

"Wha--"

"Niall," Harry actually starts pouting and I can't even look at him.

"I'm not looking."

"You should look."

"Nope. You punk ass."

"I'm literally the complete opposite."

"Good joke," I roll my eyes, "alright, let's get to it then wing man."

"Hey! That was a good joke!"

We both exit the car and I pull down my uniform shirt, feeling slightly nervous. I'm supposed to be in school right now, learning about the distance formula and how to interpret Shakespearean poetry, not standing up to whoever I need to.

"Which door do I go in?" Harry asks and I smile.

"This one," I open the main doors and he nods,

"Yeah I...I knew that."

We both enter the school. and see students running around the hallway. Gym class must be in session. Good thing I'm missing it.

"Where to?" Harry asks.

"To...erm," I shake my head, rattling my thoughts back into place, "the principal's office. Yeah, that's the only place I can think of."

"Alright," he gestures to the halls, "lead the way."

"Why are you so happy around me?" I ask, "I mean, you seemed pretty bummed in the therapy session."

"What, you thought I was a bummer in general?" Harry asks as we turn down another hall, "No I... it was just Levi constantly bringing me down. Yeah, he still haunts me, but--"

"Wait," I say, "you just left him though...?"

"But that doesn't mean that he still isn't there," he mumbles, "this happens every time. Just because I'm free of him, doesn't mean that I'm always going to be free."

"You can't let him have that..."

"They say you can't forget your first love," Harry shrugs, "but, spending time with you is numbing the pain."

I smile as we approach the door, my blush rising from my neck to my cheeks. Harry opens the door for me, holding it as I walk by him.

"Mr. Horan, shouldn't you be in class? And who is that?"

"We're here to see Principal Howard, that's all," I explain, "is he here?"

"Yes," the secretary sighs, "don't spend much time in there; you should be in class."

"Yeah, yeah," I murmur, "c'mon Harry."

We both walk away from the secretary's desk, and Harry's hand suddenly fiddles to latch with mine.

"What, what are you--"

"Please," he whispers, "just to let you know I'm here. That you're not alone."

I find myself nodding as I blush again, waiting for him to open to door to the office.

"Niall!" The principal says as soon as I walk in. I'm squeezing Harry's hand as a way of comfort as soon as his voice rings throughout the office. Suddenly every bad thing that has occurred in this school, or because of this school catches up and does a run around in my brain.

"Niall?" Harry whispers, squeezing my hand back, "Niall--"

"Hello," I blurt out shakily, "I...I'm here to talk to you about the constant bullying towards me and how it shouldn't be happening."

"Bullying? Just like every other teenager has to endure?"

"No other teenager is bullied for the way they dress." Harry argues, defending me.

"Well who's fault is that?"

"I should--"

"Niall should be--"

"Hey," I place my hand on his chest, "I got this punk ass. I should be able to express myself and feel safe. The way people have been treating me has not exemplified safety."

"Then what can I tell you? Fit in, Niall."

"You know," I growl, "we wouldn't even be having this conversation if your clumsy ass didn't announce that I wear panties on the intercom."

"Hey," he sits up and waves a finger at me, "watch your mouth. I have authoritative power over you."

"Stop the bullying. They're not the only bullies either; you're one too. I deserve to be who I am freely just like everyone else. Just because my lifestyle doesn't agree with yours doesn't mean you can just shove me in the dirt."

"Oh yeah? Watch me Mr. Horan." Principal Howard points to the door, "Have a nice day, and you'll be lucky if you don't end up in here again."

I narrow my eyes at him before I rip the school's logo embroidered on my uniform off my jacket.

"Excuse me--"

"No. Watch me shove you in the dirt."

I don't know what got into me. One second I'm diligently asking for what I want, and now I'm ripping my uniform off of my body. I take off the jacket and then unbutton the shirt underneath until I drag it off and throw it on the desk. Harry backs up and only watches in awe as I unbuckle the slacks, rip them off my legs, and slam them down on the desk as well. The only thing I'm wearing right now is my panties, and I honestly couldn't give a shit.

"Say goodbye to your best student."

"Your parents will never let you quit." He stammers, still shocked by the fact that I only have one article of clothing on.

"Well fuck them too!" I shout, "I'm not going to school in a place with a bunch of rich bastards who won't accept that I'm happy and I deserve to be happy without getting pushed into lockers every ten minutes!"

Suddenly I'm being handed a large sweater, and I look up to see Harry without a shirt.

"You should put this on," he suggests. I nod, pulling his sweater over my body before looking at the man that has been one of the reasons for so many bad things in my life. He's red in the face now, and I smirk.

"Fuck. You."

With that, I walk away from his desk and out the door. Harry follows me out, not feeling the least bit insecure as he walks around with his toned body. God, what was Levi thinking?

The other secretaries watch us in awe as we head out. We definitely look like an odd pair; one without a shirt and one without pants. Thankfully, Harry's sweater is huge on me, and it covers what needs to be covered.

Once the door to the office shuts, I sigh in relief and lean over to hug Harry.

"Thank you."

"For what? You did most of that."

"Yeah but..." I sigh and rest my hands on his tummy, "oh my god you're fit, uh, like the moral support helped. You just being there to back me up helped. So thank you."

"You're welcome," he smiles softly, "It's the least I could do after you were there with me when I left Levi."

"Speaking of which," I say, "shouldn't you be in school?"

"Helping you seemed like much more fun," he explains, "plus I told my mum I was taking a personal day."

"She fell for that?" I ask as we take our time to exit the school.

"I've had a perfect attendance for my entire school career other than in school suspension; she wouldn't care."

"In school suspension?" I ask him, and he nods proudly, "For what?"

"Accidentally gave someone a concussion."

"What? Accidentally?"

"He's my friend," Harry explains, "we were fooling around and things got hectic."

"Do you like fight or something?"

"Karate."

"Oh," I gulp.

"I wouldn't hurt you," he says almost immediately, "if that's what you're thinking."

"No, well...yeah, that's what I was thinking." I confess as we pass the gym.

"I wouldn't, I promise." He says. As soon as the words leave his lips, I hear my name shouted by familiar voices.

"Oh god..." I whisper.

"What?" Harry grabs my arm in alarm, "Who is it?"

"I was literally so close to leaving this school forever without having to deal with this." I mutter as a few boys from my gym class turn the corner.

"Hey!" They laugh as the look me up and down, only wearing a sweater, "Where'd your uniform go?"

"I'm leaving," I mutter, "I no longer have to pay to be blessed by your company."

"Ooh, sassy!" One of them reaches to grip my shoulder but Harry appears out of nowhere (though he was right next to me), shoving the hand off.

"Hands to yourself," he mutters, standing in front of me. Oh. Now this is new.

"Who're you?"

"Your worst nightmare if you don't back up." I hear him say, and I'm almost tempted to peek my head out to see the look on their faces.

"You can't just show up out of nowhere and protect our buddy," the boy in front taunts him. The fact that I don't even know their names is more than a hint that I hate them.

"Last time I checked you couldn't own a person," Harry says back.

"Fuck off, puppy face," one of them mutters, throwing a fist. At first, I think it's over. Because there's no way Harry, the one who was an overly romantic person and a complete plush pillow, could take something as intense as a fight. To my dismay, I momentarily forget that Harry just told me that he takes martial arts.

He barely flinches as he catches the fist thrown at him, pulling him and punching him right up his nose.

"You don't care if I punch him, right?" He turns to as he holds the boy with a bloody nose by the wrist, "I mean, not that it matters now."

"Oh no..." I say in awe, "go ahead."

He nods, dropping his wrist and letting him land of the ground.

"Let's go then," he says with a shrug before taking my hand again and leading me towards the exit. The others just stand in awe as they watch me walk away unharmed and unaffected.

"They didn't even touch you after that..." I mumble, "how..."

"If you play the part, then it'll get you somewhere." Harry explains to me as we reach his car.

"I wish I knew how."

"What do you mean?" He asks me, "You did just that today."

"I don't understand..."

"You sounded like you owned that place, but I know you were scared. Your death grip on my hand told me that."

"Oh," I blush, "sorry about that."

"Stop apologizing," he mutters, "I'm a fuck up, you're a fuck up, we're all fuck ups. The sooner we accept it, the happier we'll be."

"But--"

"Why try to be perfect if life isn't perfect?"

"Because I don't feel it. I don't feel like I'm perfect, you know?"

"But hear me out; accept that you're not. Accept that you've got your issues, but then take those issues and realize that they're what make you unique."

I fall speechless as we both sit in the car, the only sound possible of being picked up being our breathing. His eyes fall to his lap as the daylight illuminates them. My eyelashes bat against my own cheekbones a few times before I fold my hands and bite my lip.

"Can I kiss you, fuck up?" I blurt out. I mean, at this point, I have no more shits to give. I might as well just make out with Harry in his car. I've already quit school, and my parents are most likely going to kill me. Either way, I'm going to be yelling at them later any way.

"I..." he's speechless and my cheeks burn as I look out the window.

"I mean, if you don't want to--"

"No it's just, I haven't done this in ages. The kissing thing."

"Oh," I giggle, remembering when Zayn did it, "okay, I'll help then."

"This is gonna be terrible," he chuckles, "I don't want your second kiss to be crap."

"Well I want you to be my second, whether it's crap or not."

He laughs and I get on my knees on the seat, leaning over the dashboard,

"Okay," I giggle again, "here's how we do this."

"So you put your hands here," I put his hands on my cheeks and he grins, "or here."

I move them down to his hips and he nods,

"Tell me more Mr. Horan."

"Oh hush," I roll my eyes, "wherever you put your hands directs where mine go."

"How about...this?"

He pulls me over to sit on his lap and I groan, smacking him,

"You ruin everything!"

"Yeah but you seem to be making my day better."

"How?"

"I dunno, you just help me forget about him. I may still be in love with him some way, somehow, but for some reason right here, right now, he isn't hurting me."

"You make me feel special." I sigh and he nods, tilting his chin to look up at me.

"Maybe that therapy session was meant to be," he says, "maybe we were meant to meet each other, fix each other."

"I've known you for a day."

"No one put a timer on fate."

"Touché," I give him credit and he smiles comfortably.

"We gonna do this?"

"Yeah yeah, you know what to do."

"No I don't! I need your assistance!"

"What," I whine, "just...why are you looking at me like that?"

"Getting in the moment..." he mumbles, his eyes poring deep into my soul.

"We're having a moment?"

"Mhm."

"Well I--"

His lips meet mine and they feel like soft candy coated with chocolate (if that's even a thing anymore). He chose to leave his arms wrapped around my waist, so I rest mine around his torso as I let my eyes flutter shut. Harry's a pretty person, inside and out, and regardless of what he says, I can already tell he's flawless.

When he pulls away after literally three seconds, I glare at him,

"You could have gone longer."

"But the moment Niall..."

"Who knows when we'll have another moment when we feel safe and sound?"

"It'll come," he says, "as long as we keep each other around."

"Alright," I mumble, "can I at least get one more before you drive me home?"

The second kiss is the one I don't forget. The second kiss is the last time I let my insecurities come before my happiness.

next: liam's conclusion (i escaped the truth)