Harry POV

Today was the final day of sixth year which meant that Harry and the rest of his year were done completely with high school. If you are wondering, no, they did not receive a fancy or meaningful send off, no graduation like in America or even a pitiful leavers party. They were forced to stay in their classes for the majority of the day despite being entirely finished their subjects and exams. 

Usually, on the final day of school the sixth years would cause havoc throughout the school, playing pranks on each other, the teachers and even some of the annoying younger years who looked up to them because they believed that the older ones were so much cooler. Some of the main 'pranks' that were pulled was covering each other and the school in flour, eggs, silly string and anything you can get your hands on really.

One year, the pupils even went as far as bringing pigs into the school as one of the students parents owned a farm. They numbered all of them 1, 2 and 4, purposely missing out the three to make the school freak even more wondering where number 3 was. After that, there was no doubt in anyone's mind just how much the headteacher became more stricter and allowed a lot less to go on during the final day.

Some of the less harmless pranks included, stink bombs and putting clingfilm on top of toilets. True classics.

Another favourite would be drawing on the horrible white shirts than were compulsory uniform, were they would go around signing and writing messages on each other's. Which Harry never understood, as he was glad to get away from the majority pupils and teachers so why pretend that you like them now on the last day? Despite not being allowed to do much throughout the school without being caught by the head teacher and forced to return to class, many of Harry's teachers were laid back enough to allow them to go around the school to bid their favourite teachers farewell. Although this wasn't Harry's ideal last day, he could not face sitting in a sweaty classroom with a teacher who wouldn't stop trying to make the class laugh with his ridiculous jokes and bad puns and who would get so close that he spat on you whilst talking and you gagged on his repulsive coffee breath. Harry was the absolute King of puns and bad jokes, so listening to the teachers attempts to do one better made Harry truly pity the guy.

He stood in a circle with his friends near the empty cafeteria as the rest of the school were still in class and drew on each other's shirts, begging for the others to just sign their names or the occasional "good luck" however when does that ever happen? Harry left his group with a range of different coloured, poorly drawn penises, some with sperm coming out the top and if they wanted to be extra artistic, a bush of pubic hair covering the balls. They all ranged in different sizes and were at least consistent throughout the entire shirt. They weren't his usual flower/Hawaiian style shirts but he could still pull it off. He also had a range of different swear words and insults on his shirt from his friends that would sure to make him laugh in the years to come. The shirts were not complete until the pair of boobs were drawn on the front of course, and Harry was quite impressed with Niall's drawing of them as his were quite perky. Which made him feel almost bad for a second as he made sure to draw the most hideous pair for Niall with them being so saggy they took over most of his shirt and was hitting his crotch area where the shirt ended and one significantly smaller than the other.

He still needed to go around some of the teachers to listen to their fake speech of how wonderful it was to have him as a student etc. Maybe they'd just want to add to his already impressive collection of penises.

Harry was quite popular around the school, being nice and friendly to those who deserve it. He did not hate school as such, but the falseness of most of the people in it who would stab you in the back as soon as you looked away.

He was glad that school ended at lunchtime for the seniors as this meant that he could go shopping to get the remaining bits that he needed for going on holiday the next day. Call him unprepared, but he was not entirely looking forward to this holiday. Not because of where he was going, nor the people he was actually going with. But purely for the fact that rumour spread fast about where the majority of the boys were going on holiday and Harry's ex, Kendall and her group booked the same place. His main aim for this holiday was to let loose and stop being as serious as he had been. He had been a faithful and tied down boyfriend for a lot of his teenage years already for someone who was so undeserving of it. How could he possibly get on with his life if she were to follow him around like a lost puppy the first chance he had gotten of freedom?

With one lass mass at school and the priest singing so hard he knocked his glasses loudly off the microphone that Harry could barely stand and stop the tears from rolling down his face with a few of his also childish friends, which meant the last time he was to ever be sent out because of his behaviour, school was nearly over.

The headmaster finally allowed them to have a little fun as long as it was out the school building but still on school grounds. They chucked flour at each other as well as it landing on some teachers and students cars, along with eggs, silly string and even going as far as covering each other's cars in clingfilm so that it would be difficult to get off and even open the doors. They took many pictures and Harry was pulled into many selfies and forced to pull his nicest fakest smile in most of them.

As school bell rang for the final time Harry, Niall, Ashton, Luke and Ed ran as quickly as they could whilst howling with laughter to Harry's car heading to the mall as Kendall was about to witness what damage that they, and a few other friends had caused to her car which was purchased from mommy and daddy. She would surely be ready to kill a bitch. Harry was prepared when thinking logically where was the best place to park on the final day as he was more than aware of what happens as the same thing happened to his older sister when she left school.

From a reasonably far distance, the boys could hear a screaming Kendall raging at her group of followers demanding to know who done that to her car. Whilst also demanding that they'd clean it off for her despite none of them needing to catch a ride with her. Harry could swear that she hadn't always been as mean and bitchy and could honestly hand on heart say that for the first few years at least, they were inlove and treated each other well. Now, he isn't quite sure he knows what love exactly is and if he was not just blinded by the fact that he was in a relationship.

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Hi guys!

I hope you enjoyed this first chapter and will enjoy reading more of this. I am aware that it probably sucked but I just needed to get a little bit of background down before getting more into it.
Next chapter will probably be about Louis just to tell you a bit more about him!

Thanks🐛