Niall's POV (HAPPY BIRTHDAY HARRY!)

After watching Greg's rental car drive out of the gate I close my eyes & take a deep breath to mentally prepare myself for the first taste of freedom & all that comes with it.

In & Out

In & Out

Then I opened my eyes & do a sorta of spin around so that my back was no longer to the school & I could look at it. I seen it online but nothing compares to seeing the real thing. Nothing compares to the feeling of liberty & independence, the excitement that I feel surging through my veins as I take it all in.

I walk to the dormitory where I'll be staying at & stop right in front of it. It's Victorian there's no denying that, but that's what makes a place like this special though.It looks like it can easily fit in the 10,000 students they say attend here a year.

I walk into the building & immediately walk into what seems to be the lobby.Its a tall square room with tile floors, white walls,& a desk that's square with a man on the inside.It looms like each side is made if one whole desk.I walk over to the man behind the desk who looks way to angry that he's having to be here & speak in a chipper tone that I'm almost to sure he hated.

"Hi I'm here to get the key to my dorm room." "Name" He says in a dreary uninterested monotone voice that reminds me of a fourty year old unhappy with life male librarian. "Niall Horan" I said keeping my chipper tone that is visibly agitating him. Like damn, who spit in his cereal this morning. He handed me a key for room 101 & I giggle to myself (because who hasn't seen Zoey 101) while the man (Who's now has daggers in his eyes) looks at me as if I'm mental for being happy.

But who wouldn't be happy  in my situation?

A little Fifteen year old boy from small town Ireland in America, California of all places, at a huge prep school free of charge. People better happy I'm not running around shouting & doing an Irish jig.

After finding my train of thought & zoning back into the world I walk across the huge square room making,my way through the sea of teens bustling to attempt to get settled in, I go to one of the two elevators on the left side of the room. I hit the elevator button to signal it down but when the door opens I walk straight into someone, their warm (Thankfully not scalding.) coffee spilling all over the grey pug shirt I'm wearing. (Don't even try to judge me.)

The incident not even dampening my ecstatic mood I stand up to see a curly haired boy,that apparently was the one who spilled their coffee on me, apologising profusely. Hey at least there's some nice people here.  Unlike somebody *cough* Desk Man *cough*.  I tune back into what this boy is saying after losing my train of thought again.(It happens like 87 times a day but my mum had me tested & I don't have ADHD or anything else they tested me for. I'm apparently just really bad with focusing & paying attention.& it happened again....)

"Its ok mate." I say hoping the boy would stop looking like he was on the verge of an anxiety attack. "At least let me make it up to you." He says in a surprisingly deep voice. "Let me carry your bags to your room." I shook my head yes agreeing to that, because I felt if I  didn't he would start spasming.

We both got in to the surprisingly empty elevator & I look at the keys. "Ummm would you know what floor room 101 is on.'' "Rooms one through one-hundred are on the ground floor,one-o-one through two hundred on the second,& two-o-one through three hundred on the third. So you need to hit the number two button." The curly haired boy who has yet to tell me his name explains like it's his mission & gives me a closed mouth smile. I hum along to Thinking Out Loud By Ed Sheeran as it plays through the speakers in the elevator till we get to my floor.

When we arrive I walk out & look at the door closest to the elevator to see it has the number two hundred on it so I figure that my room will probably be the one in the end of the hallway.

After the walk to my room (I'm gonna be Zac Efron walking around this campus seriously.) I turn to the boy. "This is my room curls." I say getting the key out of my pocket. I finally fit the key in the door & opening it to see a quite impressive room with a nice layout, but I know I'll have to change it around to fit my style & personality.

He chuckles at the nickname & in a deep voice that's actually kind of sexy when it's not panicked says "Its Harry." "Well Harry it's nice meeting you but I now have to change my clothes because we'll coffee doesn't look good on anyone." He laughs lightly then says "I still feel sorta bad about that.& I need a new coffee.Would you like to go with me?I'll pay. Then I can show you around since I'm guessing your new here." He says then flashes a hopeful grin.

"Yeah I am." I laugh then add "Just wait outside the door while I change & then we'll get going." Once he leAves the room I quickly hop out of my blue jeans & change into my black skinnies & a plain white t-shirt & do a double take of my room.

One wall is almost completely a window & the view is breathtaking. I love it. The perks of living on the second floor.I still can't believe this is mine.The room is kinda drab but nothing I can't fix. It has nice blue walls but other than that everything is beige. I'll have Harry show me the Home-Depot or whatever they have on this campus.

After grabbing my phone ,checking the time to see it was 5:00 P.M & the sun should be setting soon, & keys I walk out into the hall see an agitated looking Harry on the phone."NO!" He shouts into the phone then sees me & quickly hangs up with a slight blush on his face. "Sorry it's just-my friend Louis was being stupid.He insisted he meet up with us at the coffee place." He says then graces his face with a sheepish smile.

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After what seemed like a forever long walk we see a small building with a neon green LED sign that reads 'Different Bean' in big all capitol letters above the door. "We're here.Well that's kinda obvious because we stopped an all but yeah were here." He rambles.

I go to grab the door but his hand pushes mine away. "Wait I just want to warn you Louis is a bit loud &

-straightforward. Yeah straightforward."

"Straightforward" I say with one eyebrow raised. "You'll see." He says with a sigh as he pushes the door open & walks in. I follow straight behind him & take a quiche glance around the dim room that looks like a pub of some sorts.

Soon I hear a loud shout of someone saying "Hazzy" come from somewhere around the room. "Hazzy." I say with an open mouth smile where he could only see the top row of my teeth looking at the boy beside me that now held a faint blush.

Before he could respond anything about the nickname I see where the shout came from. A boy that could only have been a couple inches taller than me walked over.

He had dark brown feathery hair, a bright straight toothed Cheshire grin that shined like two rows of diamonds, a pair of light azure blue eyes that have a bit if grey in them that remind me of a cloudy sky before a storm, skin a shade that looks like he stayed outside on the beach just the right amount of time till he got the perfect tone of sunkissed skin, & thin yet kissable looking lips.

He was wearing a The Killers band tee & royal blue jeans that really complemented the color of his eyes. "Hi I'm Louis" He says when he walks over & yep I have a crush. Did I mention I'm gay. Well if I wasn't obvious enough for you I am.

He sticks his hand out & I smile wide with the friendliest grin I have & shake it. "Niall.Niall Horan." "I heard from Harry your new here Niall." "Yeahhhhh" & now it's my turn to blush because did I really have nothing better to say then that. Seriously Niall. "Why don't I go get the coffee so we can head out." Louis said pointing to the bar where you order them.

"How do you like your coffee Niall?" He questioned. "I like iced coffee with caramel mixed in." "Ok got it & I know your usual order Harold." "Don't call me Harold Lewis" He quickly rebounded before Louis walked off. & I'd be lying if I said I didn't check out his ass as he walked away. & let me tell you,its a nice ass.

Soon enough he was back with our orders "Were shall we go now Niall?" The deep voiced teen says. Seriously was is that deep.Did he go through puberty at age 10. "Actuall instead of showing me around today I was wondering if we could go to a decorating store or something like that?I'd really like to decorate my room It's kinda drab as you seen earlier Harry." "There's actually a design shop down that way." Louis says pointing to our right." Shall we go?" "We shall" I answer Louis' question ready to get it over with.

Harry's POV

"Louis he's not gay." I try to get my friend to use common sense. "That's right. He's not just gay. He's really gay.

Earlier

"Just wait outside the door while I change & we'll get going." Right after Niall goes in the door I hear my ringtone go off. I take it out to see BooBear the name I put in for my best friend Louis. Can we pretend that airplanes in the night... I cut the tone off by answering.

"I can't talk right now Lou" I try & rush out knowing even though Niall just went in he can come back any minute.

"Why? What's got you in a hurry."

"I ran into this boy & spilled my coffee on him & he's really cute & I invited him out with me to get a new coffee but I don't know if he's gay or not so long story short I'm going to take him out & see if I can tell if he's attracted to men In any way.He's inside his room changing right now." I rush out again.

"I'm coming"

"No Louis."

"I have the best gaydar ever."

"Louis don't."

"I also need to scope him out to see if he's good enough for my best friend Haz."

"No!" I shouted hoping to stop my idiot best friend.

"That's what GBFs are for Haz."

Then I seen Niall had came out & I quickly hung up, already knowing an embarrassed blush was covering me. But first I looked down at my phone & seen I got a new text.

From: BooBear

See you there Haz.

  Present

"Harry I'm telling you he's gay.He was checking my ass out the whole time I went to get the coffees. I SEEN HIM!" Louis whisper shouted the last part. "He was probably just trying to see what brand your jeans are." I try reason with my best friend.

"& that's not gay." "No Louis it's not. Your just stereo typing. Some guys are just fashionable without being gay." "Look,Lets just go ask him then. Harry I'm telling you my gay senses are tingling!" Louis says motioning to Niall that was currently a few feet away from us looking at duvets. "No you don't just ask people that Louis." I say before continuing "What if he's not? That would be really awkward & he probably wouldn't even want us to be friends with us anymore." "Fine" Lou rebuddles but continues "But I will prove to you that Niall Horan is in fact gay."

"Oh yeah. How?" I challenge with my sassiest tone that doesn't even compare to Louis's. "Oh you'llll seeee." He drags out the endings on the last two words. & I know this won't be good.He then walks over to Niall who's now looking at pillows.

Louis's POV

Time to put on the ol' Tommo charm. I turn & wink at Haz right before I walk up to Niall. I observe for a moment & see he's having some trouble deciding which blue pillow to get. I go right behind him & put my head down to his shoulder,my lips right beside his ears, bringing my arm up over his & grabbing a blue pillow similar to the color of my jeans & hand it to him, also backing up a bit.

"Get this one it's pretty. But not even close to how  pretty your eyes are." I say & flash him a flirty half smile while he looks at the ground & blushes. I have to admit he looks absolutely adorably.

"Should we go look at some other stuff?" I say & suddelly lay my arm across his shoulder lazily hanging it off on the other side. "Ok" he says with a full smile & leans Into my touch a little bit more. I motion for Harry to come with us as we get ready to walk off to the posters, just waiting to tell Harry I told you so at the end of the day.

Later

We had fun the rest of our shopping trip. It being filled with smiles & laughter,me sneaking little flirts to Niall here & there as he bought stuff with Haz & I 's help .& as I lay here in my bed no matter how wrong it is I know I have a crush. A crush on a small Irishman with an infectious laugh & died blonde hair. Even though my best friend of years likes him & it breaks sooo many bro code rules, I can't deny I have a crush on Niall. The only thing I have to do is decide weather to act on it or not. But now isn't the time. I drift off to sleep having sweet dreams of myself and being with a boy named Niall Horan.....