I grabbed my things from my huge locker and shut it. Meeting Louis for lunch was probably the highlight of my college days. We didn't have many classes together and his presence was unfortunately the only strength I had left.

People at uni were nice to me, definitely. There were no bullies and everyone treated me like a normal person. I just felt out of place in every situation I was in because of the H-word.

Saying my life is complete hell after the H-word is an understatement.

I saw Louis from a distance and grinned.

"Niall!"

I waved at Louis, thinking he was shouting at me to hurry, but he wasn't. My body got shoved to the side by another person as I fell onto the pavement. I winced as the guy (who was riding a skateboard) collected himself. Hearing Louis come towards me was a relief.

"Dude!" he shouted, "Watch where you're riding that thing!"

"So so sorry," he sighed, "Didn't see you there. Here let me help you."

I looked up and saw Louis' eyes widen as the boy picked up my stuff and helped me up.

"I'm Mark? Not that introducing myself would help the situation."

I shook his hand and awkwardly stood there as he waited for me to say my name, when I couldn't.

"Mark is it?" Louis cut in, "Hi, I'm Louis, and I'm here to tell you that this is Niall and he's mute so he wouldn't be able to reply to you."

"Oh, sorry mate, my bad." he gave me a wide grin and looked at the both of us.

"So, let's go Niall." Louis said. Although I heard him, I couldn't break my gaze from Mark. He made me want to stare at him all the time.

Louis looked back and forth from one to the other and suddenly smirked.

"Or, I can go do that extra credit work in the library, and you two can chat?"

"That'd be great," Mark smiled at me again and I attempted to smile back.

"Great! See you Niall."