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Harry watched Niall from across the hall as he leaned up against his locker beside his two best friend, Louis and Zayn. The three had come together under not so great circumstances but they understood each other.
You see Harry, Zayn, Louis, and Niall all had something in common, all four of them had at some point dated Liam Payne, the captain of the school’s football team.
Harry dated Liam in the 9th grade and had the longest relationship with him out of the four, they had been together for the entire year, even after New Year’s when Harry and Liam lost their virginity to one another. However over the summer Liam had started spending time with Louis.
Louis was new to town and Liam had made excuses all summer as to why they were spending time together but it became really clear to him when Liam broke up with him just before summer ended and came to school with Louis on his arm.
That lasted for a few months before he did the same thing to Louis with the silent, new kid Zayn. He seemed unlikely to fall under Liam’s spell, being a bit of an enigma who spent most of his time in the auto shop fixing up his bike.
They had dated though and Harry had been quick to warn him as well as Louis but Zayn had brushed them off and slept with Liam, of course that didn’t go well either.
Liam’s current boyfriend though was Niall Horan, he was from Ireland and had moved to town over the summer. Liam and Niall had been dating through summer and for the first couple days of the school year.
Harry knew he was next in line to be hurt by Liam.
The fact was that things didn’t end when Liam broke their hearts, no for a while things stopped but soon they became side action. Louis and Liam dated for about two weeks before Liam and Harry were back to having sex behind Louis’s back.
The same thing happened with Zayn and the same thing was happening with Niall down.
It was as if there was a system formed, Harry slept with Liam on Mondays, Wednesday’s, and Fridays while Louis slept with Liam on Tuesdays and Zayn on Thursdays.
Harry was the one that Liam kept his hold on more than anyone, perhaps because he felt ownership over him since Harry was his first. Harry didn’t know but whenever Harry thought of breaking whatever hold it was that Liam had on him, Liam would sense it and be sweet on him.
Harry didn’t want another person to end up like him, Zayn, and Louis though so Harry took a deep breath and began walking towards Niall’s locker.
Zayn and Louis called out after him as he walked but Harry simply ignored them and slid in beside Niall who was taking books out of his locker.
Niall didn’t like Harry at all.
Maybe it was the way Harry was seen making out with random guys or his two best friends all the time and he didn’t have respect for someone who did stuff like that.
Maybe it was the way he sometimes saw Harry looking at his boyfriend Liam.
Maybe it was the way he sometimes saw Liam looking at Harry.
Or maybe it was that way that Harry played everything off as a little game, as if life was a game, as if school was a game, a game of which he was winning and everyone else was losing.
So when Niall heard the boys husky tone in his ear saying, “Hey Horan,” Niall sighed heavily and turned on the boy who was giving him a cheeky grin and spat, “What is it Styles?”
“Damn Horan, no reason to be so snippy, I was just wondering how you and Payne are doing,” Harry hummed in a teasing tone.
“Fine, but I don’t see how that’s any of your business,” Niall told him before shutting his locker and beginning to walk behind him.
“Well are you going to the game later tonight?” Harry asks.
“Of course I am,” Niall says turning on Harry glaring at him with his blue hues.
“Wanna go with me?” Harry asks with a teasing grin.
“Choke on gravel Styles,” Niall says before walking down the hall again.
Harry goes to go after him before someone steps in front of him.
Harry swallows and looks up at Liam whose arms are crossed across his chest, “What do you think you’re doing sweet cheeks?” He asks.
“What don’t like it when I play with your food?” Harry asks raising his eyebrows.
“He’s mine and mine only to play with until I’m finished with him then you’ll get your turn like you did with Louis and Zayn, but your ass is mine tonight, Niall’s coming to hang at mine for a while after the game but our time still stands, tonight eleven pm, should be gone by then unless my win tonight makes him decide to put out, then of course you’re on your own,” Liam grins.
Harry swallows and says, “I’ll be there, good luck with your game.”
“Thanks sweet cheeks,” Liam grins patting Harry’s cheek teasingly.
That night at the game Harry stands in the stands beside Louis and Zayn, his focus is not on the game though, it’s on Niall who’s dancing on the side lines as Liam scores a goal.
“You can’t save him Haz,” Zayn tells him, “he’s going to make his own choice, I mean you full out told me and I didn’t listen and I didn’t have that big of a problem with you, he fucking hates your guts.”
“Please Zayn, be a little more candid,” Harry says sarcastically.
Zayn laughs and says, “I’m just saying there’s nothing we can do.”
“Never say never Zayn, never say never,” Harry tells him before making his way down the bleachers placing his hands on Niall’s waist.
Niall jumps and turns and slaps Harry’s hands away, “Fuck off Styles.”
“Sorry Horan, was just trying to get a closer view of Payne’s ass, yep still fine,” he hums.
“Like I said, fuck off,” Niall repeats.
“Of course, not as fine as my ass but still pretty fine,” Harry says.
“Really? Never would have thought you as the type whose ass would matter, thought it was Tomlinson’s job to be yours in Zayn’s bottom,” Niall grumbles.
“Oh yeah, Lou’s a total bottom, me and Zayn are versatile, but I personally prefer being underneath a guy while he has his way with me,” he mutters in Niall’s ear.
The way the boy talks is erotic and Niall wants to scold his dick for the way it twitches at Harry’s words, mind floating for a second to the thought of Harry all bent over underneath him, he quickly shakes off the idea though.
“Go take your nasty fantasies, back to your fellow whores and leave me the hell alone,” Niall spits walking away from Harry.
Later that night Niall’s laying back on Liam’s bed his head against Liam’s muscular arm.
“I fucking hate Harry Styles, he’s the biggest asshole I’ve ever met, everything out of his mouth makes me want to strangle him, his little friends are tolerable but Styles, I can’t stand him,” Niall rants.
“Just ignore him, you talking to him is probably only egging him on,” Liam tells him leaning over to kiss Niall.
Niall hums placing his hand on the side of Liam’s face as he kisses him. Liam’s hands travel underneath Niall’s shirt. Niall shivered and pushed Liam’s hands away slowly.
“Not yet,” Niall whispered, “I want it to be special,” Niall tells him
Liam nods and says, “I agree, it should be special,” Liam kisses Niall deeply before glancing at the clock seeing it’s two minutes from eleven, “Hey babe I’m feeling a little tired, so maybe you should go home” he yawns.
Niall nods and says, “Sure you don’t want me to sleep over?”
“Yeah, I just need to sleep, I’m real tired from the game,” Liam tells him.
Niall nods again kissing Liam gently before standing up and leaving.
As he walked out the front door Niall didn’t notice Harry hiding in the bushes as he walked down the sidewalk towards his house.
Harry laid back in Liam’s bed underneath the boys Buzz Lightyear sheets.
Liam’s face was buried into Harry’s apple smelling curls, fingers moving down Harry’s bareback.
“You always were the best in the sack,” Liam laughs kissing the back on Harry’s neck.
Harry tilts his head back and whispers, “Mmm…still wasn’t enough though.”
“Yeah, I guess but you know, have to experience different things,” Liam tells him, “am I your favorite?” Liam asks.
“Yeah,” Harry lies, sure Liam’s the one who has the largest hold on him but as him who the best in the sack while he’s drunk and telling the truth, the answer would be Zayn. Liam’s bigger but Zayn knows how to use what he has way better.
Liam grins and holds Harry close and tell him, “You know maybe after things with me and Niall are through, I’ll be ready to settle.”
“Sure,” Harry mutters not believing it for he’s believed it too many times before only to be broken when Liam just finds someone else again.