Royals

(27)

I walk in the halls finding my locker in the clutter of students. I turn the lock to the right combination and pull at it viscously. It stays put and huff out in frustration and turning it again. I pull at it once more but still it stays locked. I squint narrowing my eyes on the object letting out a dog like growl.

"Its not a bone, just so you know." Niall's voice booms beside me making me jump up and freeze.

I turn to face the magnificent blonde boy and take in his appearance. His brown khakis hug his hips and on his chest rests a red polo under a grey cardigan. I smile at the boyish look. He sways back and forth in amusement of my precious actions.

"Oh please. If it was a bone I wouldn't be having this problem. It would be broken and laying right there." I say point at a specific spot near his foot with my index finger. I see him crack a smile and walk up closer to me, blocking my view of the crowd that has diminished with time.

"Tell me the numbers." The right side of his body presses to my left and i back up from his worm stature.

"Uh," I scramble my mixed brain for te numbers and spit them out a bit to fast, "38106."

"I'm sorry say that slower I only got 6."
"38..10..6." I space out the numbers waiting as he spun each number perfectly. With one finally
tug the lock opens and I stare at him as he backs up and smiles proudly.

"Show off." I grumble under my breath.

"Just admit, I'm pretty fucking amazing." I stay quite form his choice in words. i just turn to my locker and trade my binder and text book for the bag sitting on the top shelf of the small metal container.

~

Nialls hand holds a place on my lower back as we enter the lunch room. Tables beyond tables are lined in rows greeting student to sit and eat. I am directed to a table where I see the familiar faces of the boys yelling and my eyes widen when I spot a piece of bread go flying over the boys heads and land in Louis' lap.

"Calm down boys. We have a new lunch pal. I believe you know her as Anna." He smiles but I spot the hint of a warning in his gaze aimed towards the other boys when he introduces my presence.

I take a seat beside Harry and Niall sits on my left. In front of my are both Liam and Louis side by side smiling warmly at me. I immediately return the gesture letting the lips of my lips curl.

Say something this is so awkward!

Build that courage up.

They won't hurt you, they are nice.

They aren't Ashley or Zayn.

They care.

"I'm sorry but Harry every time I have seen you, you're always wearing black jeans and a black shirt. Do you own any colours?" I slip out my tongue and hold in the laugh forming at the back of my throat.

"I sometimes where white?" He says, but it sounds more like a question than a statement.

"Thats just another shade." I crack a smile showing my teeth.

"I see teeth!" I hear from in front of me. I look towards the voice and see Louis with a large grin spread out on his face. I look down, still not letting the smile on my face fade away.

The rest of lunch lunch plays out the same way. They make a comment and then it goes silent. Someone breaks the ice and we have a great laugh and the we repeat the process. These boys were quite a re. They made me some more than I thought possible. It was amazing what they were able to make me do.

~

"Hi, hair bear." I laugh out a little to loud cause the attention of few students around us.

"Animal." A small smile forms on Harry's face and I an't help but mimic him like a mirror.

Lunch had ended and Niall walked away heading to his locker leaving me alone till A head of chocolate brown locks caught my vision. He stood waiting for me at my locker with a blank stare at the ground. He wouldn't have noticed my acknowledgement of his being if I didn't say anything.

"What class do ya have?" His voice sings a tune in my ears.

"English." I say happily. I had my books in my hand and was ready to walk but he wasn't moving.
He was staring to doe thing behind me. He was in a state that made me want to laugh. His eyes were wide and he seemed to have all his attention on whatever it was.

I turned ever so slightly and see a girl with blond straight hair reaching into her locker for some books. I giggle at the thought of him being so zoned into this girl.

Someone has a crush, I sing song in my head like a little child.

I spin back around and a smile grows on my face. I wave my hand in front of his face to get the
boys attention. Harris smile vanishes and he is brought back to reality.

"Harry has a crush." I sing song with a big smirk on my face.

"Oh shut it." He smiles not meeting my gaze.

"Oh look the bitch has a friend." I hear the heart stopping sound of her voice.
Ashley.

"Shut the hell up." I hear Harry's voice boom. He is stern and looks at her furiously.

She must have retreated when Harry said those words because only after and few moments of silence I hear heels clicking down the quite halls, before his smile returns.

"English, ya?" I nod and follow him down the hallway to my third period class of the day, thankful of his assistance.

What would I have done without you?

Thanks...

~

Niall waits for me as I walk out of class. His smile lighting up the dull halls. I walk towards the boy as he stares at the ground in patience.

"How's your day going to far?" He asks.

"Great considering.." I trail off.

"Considering what?"

We walk down the halls to my last and final class of the day.

Math. I cringe at the topic mention.

"Considering you got three boys to walk me to each class and yourself not to mention. I never actually asked you at lunch, why you put them up to it, and how you got them to even agree?"

"I just... I.." The blonde boy pauses un. sure of his words. "I'm not sure. I just care for you and want you safe."

I smile and nod understandingly, I was sad that he didn't give me a more discreet answer but it was better than nothing.

"And they just agreed?"

"They're my best friends. They do everything for me."

And that was the end of our conversation as we step foot into our math class.

~

My day has gone amazingly well. It's one of the first times I will ever say that and ever had said so. Most days I walk through these halls and cringe at every turn awaiting the presence of
Ashley or Zayn, possibly anyone else more than an inch taller than me. Everyday I walk down these halls and everyday at least one thing happens to me that is unruly despicable. Locked in the boys wash room tied up, smushed into the mud, called names, burned and harmed physically, touched without consent. Things that no child should ever have to go through.

I walk down these halls now and feel a sense of security. I'm not sure if it's the fact that I have someone beside me that I can call a friend or because I just know I'm not alone now. I used to be a ticking time boom afraid to hit someone with the shrapnel, and now I'm a blossomed flower, ready for the next season to re grow prettier the next time.

I'm a blossomed flower.

I like that.

Notes

One thing. Does anyone even like this? Lol I mean I'm so self conscious. Please tell me.
I know this is short but hey it's a dream.
Tell me your thoughts.
Hehe my crush was staring at me today, he looked dead, and like it was awkward cuz I caught him, not sure how long he was staring nor do I know why.... But I thought it was adorable. Aww:) okay sorry.
Oh happy day:)
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