Chapter 2

Chapter 2

I wasn’t proud to be gay, I really wasn’t, and I’d always thought it was wrong. You know? Until it turned out I was. I still couldn’t accept myself. How was anyone else supposed to accept me if I couldn’t even accept myself. I’d been able to hide this for the past year and now this Louis guy was messing with my head. “Hey Niall” Zayn said as I walked into science. I sat down beside him and immediately became bored. “Hey” I replied. “What’s up with you?” Zayn said. “Just the new kid tried to help me in math” I sighed “he tried to give me an answer, like I needed his help.”  Let out a frustrated blow of air, and put my head in my hands, elbows lent on the desk. Zayn looked at me sadly. “But you do need his help?” Zayn questioned. “Yeah, I know, but he was helping me out of pity. You know how that feels, Zayn? To know you’re not smart enough, and that other people have to help you along with a sympathetic view of you? Like you’re not good enough to make it by on your own with out there help?” I said exasperated. He gave me a knowing look.

 It really hurt when Mrs. said that I needed to have tutor sessions, right in front of Louis, he looked at my with a sympathetic smile. I wish Mrs. would have just skipped me. Save me the embarrassment. But no. Mrs. Clearly took pleasure in showing the new guy how pathetic I was; and Louis was far from pathetic, he clearly knew what he was doing today, and he’s not even been there all last term.  He made it look so easy. And then there was me. Sitting there trying to work out a bloody multiplication that probably had nothing to do with the sum at all.  I just couldn’t understand math. When I looked at the sheet of paper every lesson it looked like it was written in another language, but I struggled through it and tried to hide how hard it was for me to work out such simple things.

(Louis’ POV)

When I got home I just lay on my bed for hours staring at the ceiling thinking about those eyes. Those blue-green frustrated eyes of a boy that clearly needed help. I wanted to help. I don’t even know why, it’s not like he’s my responsibility. But I really want to be the one to help him... if only he’d let me...

My timetable for school had sadly informed me that everyday I had English, math and science. The 3 core lessons; just what I needed I sighed heavily. I had 6 lessons a day... meaning 16.66% of my day is spent next to that poor lad... and 11.9% of my week is spent there. See, I am actually good at math. Why won’t he let me help him?

I sighed again thinking about his work, he clearly had potential, and he had most of the sums right like he had an inkling of that he was doing, but just couldn’t put it together. “I don’t need your help Louis. I knew that was the answer. I just couldn’t think straight” he words burned, maybe he did know the answer but something was distracting him? I don’t even know. I’m just confused, tired and frustrated. I don’t understand why it means anything to me that he doesn’t want my help.

I walked out of my room and down the small corridor I could hear nothing at all. That is so strange. I have four sisters, and they were all as loud as each other. I knocked on charlottes door lightly. “Lottie?” I said there was silence; I opened the door to find her sprawled across the ground doing her homework. She looked up at me smiling. “What?” she said. “I do homework!” I just laughed. “Whatever,” I rolled my eyes dramatically with a smirk on my face. “Where are the other girls?” I said. “Mum took them out shopping...” she said looking back down at her textbook. I just nodded and sighed. I’d been doing that a lot today. “Need some help?” I asked. “No thanks, I’m a big girl now” she mocked. That’s when it hit me...it wasn’t that Niall didn’t want my help because he was being stubborn, he didn’t want my help because it made him feel inferior.

(Niall’s POV)

Math homework was never done by me. As much as it would be a utter joy, note sarcasm, to spend my home time doing it, my big brother Greg filled my homework in for me; all I had to do was sit and write it all down on the sheet. I’m pretty sure Mrs. has caught on, but I don’t think she cares along as the works getting done.

As I sat in my math class the next day I could feel the teacher’s eyes on me. I’d just given in my homework like I always did, and Mrs. gave me the questioning eyes as usual. “Hi” spoke an angelic voice beside me. I looked over to see Louis sitting next to me in his spot. He was smiling a smile that should be illegal, my knees felt week. Snap out of it niall. You’re starting to feel like a girl in love. “Hey” I replied. “Niall, I just want to say, sorry.” He said. I looked at him confused. “Why are you sorry?” I questioned. “I’m just sorry, for helping you when you didn’t want it,” he sighed “I don’t want you to feel like I was pitying you in anyway, I just wanted to help, and I am sorry for bothering you” my heart swelled, he understood me. “Teachers don’t really understand why I don’t want their extra help, it not because I’m being stubborn with them, and I don’t want to learn; it’s because it made me feel like I was different to the others, like they had to take extra time out of their day for them to re-explain things in a simpler form.” I said quietly. I don’t know why I was telling him this, but it felt like I could trust him, and that felt scary. I’d never explained to anyone but Zayn why I don’t like math class.

I and Zayn had a special relationship, we were really close and as much as he seems like a bad boy on the outside he has a heart of pure gold on the inside. He understood me, in ways others didn’t grasp.

Louis looked at me and smiled. “Everyone learns different Niall, and if it takes extra time to explain things, I would be happy to help, outside class, you know? So people don’t see you struggling?” he said unsure. I knew he was saying this on a whim, hoping it didn’t hurt my feelings when he tried to offer help so I did what I felt was necessary, for my grades. Yeah, for my grades. “That sounds,” I smiled “really good actually, I would like that” a smile creeping across his face, my belly fluttered at the thought of spending time with Louis out of school. He seemed really cool, not like I predicted he would be and that was kind of adorable.

(Louis’ POV)

He accepted. He accepted.OMG he accepted my offer.

When I was saying it, I was saying it on a total whim, hoping he would take it, but a part of me had a feeling he would turn it down. BUT HE ACCEPTED! Ahhgghh! Calm down. “Awesome” I said smiling. I grabbed my exercise book, turned to the back and ripped out a page carefully; I could feel Niall’s questioning eyes. I quickly wrote down my number and folded the piece of paper up and passed it to him. “Here” I said. I saw niall open it and smiled. He ripped off a corner of the paper and wrote something down and passed it back. I looked at it and my smile grew to a grin.

077232677– Niall

I looked up at him, there was a light blush covering his cheeks. “Just in cased I loose your number” he said laughing awkwardly. He is so adorable. “Thanks” I said grinning. The bell went and I realised I’d done nothing this lesson but talk to niall. But I fell like we have covered some ground so I don’t mind.

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