Harry and I got Niall food. We just got into my car and we were about to head back to the school to drop it off at Niall's class. The thing is, I don't know where Mrs. Bigsy's class is. I don't even know who she is. And it's still the sixth class of the day. Class doesn't end until another five minutes.

I parked my car into the same spot that it was in earlier today before I went to Nando's. I killed the engine, pushed my phone into my back pocket, and began making my way out of the car. The first thing I noticed when I looked at the school was that people who were trying out for football were still in action. Usually if one's taking a sport, the class lasts for about three hours whereas other classes are just one.

Harry carried the bag filled with Nando's food out of the car and then I locked my car. We then began going past the football field to get to wherever Niall was.

I swear, whoever thought it was a good idea to put a football field right in between the school and the student parking lot was drunk off their ass, because this is no way a good thing for lazy people like myself.

"Do you have any idea where Bigsy's class is?" I asked Harry. He nodded.

"Yeah, I know. She's in the English part of the school." I told Harry to lead the way, and he told me to hold the bag of Nando's. When I obeyed, his arm was wrapped around my shoulder and we started going to the building.

"Nice job, son!" I heard the football coach shout. I turned my attention to the football field and saw a bunch of football players grouping up and giving someone a hug. I shrugged and turned my attention back to the school.

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We were now standing in front of Mrs. Bigsy's classroom right when the bell rings, telling everyone that school's over for the day, except for the students on sports teams. Students piled out of the classroom, which probably means that Mrs. Bigsy has a class for sixth period. Before the door could close, I pulled it open and peered inside the classroom, finding that no one was there except for an adult who looked as if she was in her mid-thirties sitting at the desk, typing away on the computer. She turned her head so she was looking at me and Harry.

"May I help you, gentlemen?" she asked, her voice showing that she wanted us out of her room as soon as possible so she could get done whatever she was doing.

"Yeah, um, do you happen to know where Niall Horan is?" I questioned. She pulled her hands away from the keyboard and began squeezing the bridge between her eyes.

"That kid, I swear, is such a nuisance. What business do you have with him?"

"We brought him food," Harry answered as he lifted my arm that was carrying the Nando's. "He missed out on lunch, and that's his favorite time of day, not including breakfast and dinner."

"Well, he wouldn't have missed it if he just sat still and kept his big mouth shut," she snapped. This lady has such an attitude. "Mr. Horan is not here. He's serving detention hours at the school library, because he needs to learn how to be quiet."

True, Niall does need to learn how to do that.

"Okay, thank you," I said.

"Oh, and there's no food allowed in the library, so don't even think about bringing that... stuff in there."

"This 'stuff' you're referring to is from the greatest restaurant on Earth," Harry retorted. My jaw dropped as I looked back and forth from Harry's smirk to the teacher's surprised expression. I began pushing Harry away from the room.

"Sorry about that, Mrs. Bigsy, I'll control him," I told her apologetically, giving her a smile. She shook her head and returned to the computer. I shoved Harry away from the door. "You're insane," I told him.

"She insults Nando's, she insults us."

"You're a dork, you know that?"

"So you've told me before."

"Whatever, let's just get this over to Niall already before he dies from starvation."

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The librarian, Mrs. Franny, was literally asleep when Harry and I walked through the doors. She was old, so I wasn't surprised to see that she was sleeping soundly at her desk. Harry and I tiptoed inside and found Niall sleeping at a book cart, one arm sprawled out against the books that weren't placed on the shelves yet and his other arm supporting his head. He was snoring rather loudly.

I brought the bag up to his nose to see if the smell could wake him up. His nose scrunched and then he groggily opened his eyes. He rubbed at his orbs and then looked down at where the smell was coming from. Suddenly, a beaming smile was plastered on his face.

"You got me Nando's!" he whisper-shouted. He gratefully took the bag and set it on a nearby table and pulled me and Harry into a hug. "Thank you! I thought I was going to die from boredom and hunger!"

"I doubt you'd die from hunger in less than a day," I chuckled.

"No problem, Ni," Harry said. "Just for the record, it was my idea to get you food." I pulled away from Niall's hug and smacked Harry in the stomach with the back of my hand.

"Don't lie to Niall," I laughed. I heard a phone vibrating, and Harry reached into his pocket. He pulled out his iPhone and answered.

"Hello?" he said into the phone. "Library. Come here, we got Nando's, but it's all for Niall... Alright, later, mate." Harry stuffed his phone into his pocket. Niall and I were looking at him, wondering who was on the other end. "Liam," he answered. Niall and I nodded and Niall took a seat at the table and began digging into the bag.

"I still can't believe you guys got me Nando's," he smiled.

Within minutes Liam and Michael entered the library, and Liam, being the kind person he is, waved at the sleeping librarian, unaware that she wasn't even awake. They took seats around the table and we all watched as Niall ravenously ate through the food. We all knew better than to ask Niall for food, especially when he's starving like this.

"So, Ashton," Michael said, earning my attention, "anything you want to talk about?" I raised an eyebrow at my purple-haired friend.

"Wha-"

"Afterschool he and I were stalking that guy that he likes," Harry interrupted. Michael began laughing and Liam shook his head, attempting to hide his smile, but failing.

"We were not! Stop lying!" I yelled. He slapped his hand over my face and told me to be quiet and pointed to Mrs. Franny. She shifted around at her desk, but was back to snoozing.

"No talking in the library," Harry said in a high pitched, raspy voice.

"There is no eating in the library, either," I said, "yet here we are, feeding Niall Nando's right in the middle of the entire place."

"Sometimes I feel like you and Harry are a lot closer than we are," Michael pouted. I showed a hurt expression, but it was obviously a playful one.

"No one can replace you, Mikey. We've known each other since we were in diapers. Harry's just a really close friend of ours, s'all." It was Harry's turn to pout. He threw his arms around me and pulled me close to him.

"Mine," he mumbled. I laughed as I patted his head. He's so clingy, it's funny.

"Sorry, but my heart belongs to someone else." I pulled out of his hold and leaned against my elbows on the table.

"Yeah, to someone who doesn't even know who you are, which is seriously sad," Liam pointed out. Niall let out a roar of laughter, but immediately covered his mouth.

"You all need to keep your mouths shut, because one, we're in a library, and two, my life isn't that sad."

"It's pretty sad," Michael said. "But don't worry, you have us, so that cancels out your sad life."

"You're all dorks, but I love you guys anyways," I smiled, and they all returned it. "Hey, when Zayn gets out of his Track and Field practice, do you guys want to head over to my place? Originally, it was just going to be me and Harry, but it seems like you guys aren't busy now."

"Can't," Niall groaned, his mouth full of chicken. "I still gotta stay at the library until Franny the Snooze says that I've done enough work." He leaned closer after swallowing the food that was in his mouth. "But, truthfully, I didn't get shit done. It's so boring in here. I'm so glad you guys came around."

"I'm free," Michael spoke up. I smiled at him, and then turned my attention to Liam.

He just shrugged. "Sure, I'll come by, but after Zayn's practice. He's my ride." Niall frowned.

"I'm going to be alone?" He pouted and pushed the almost empty bag away from him as he hid his face in his arms.

"Hey," Harry began as he leaned closer to Niall, "Mrs. Franny's asleep, so maybe you can just sneak out of here."

"Or we can help Niall out," I suggested. "It's a better and safer idea than the one you thought up." Liam and Michael muttered in agreement, and Harry just slouched into his seat.

"I still like my idea," he mumbled. I played with his curls as I looked over at Niall. He was beaming so wide, his face would probably be sore afterwards. He finished his food and pushed the bag over to Michael.

"Toss this, will ya? You guys are the best! Food and assistance? I couldn't ask for better friends!"

Michael left the library to dispose of the Nando's bag and we began sorting the books into where they belong, following Niall's instructions.

Within half an hour, they were all finished, and Liam left right after so he could go to the track and wait for Zayn to finish his sports practice. Niall poked Mrs. Franny to inform her that he was done with her job, and she signed off his detention and handed him the slip so he could give it to Mrs. Bigsy tomorrow. Michael, Niall, Harry, and I then walked out of the library side-by-side to go to Niall's locker. He had to stuff all of his books into his locker, because Niall doesn't do homework at home. He's the kind of person to work on homework in the morning. And somehow he still manages to get C's in his classes.

We started making our way to the parking lot. The worst part about the walk to the student parking lot is having to go around the football field. Seriously, that pisses me off.

I felt a hand slip into my back pocket and I let out a yelp as my hands darted for my pocket. I looked around and saw Harry holding up my phone. "Harry! Give that back! You don't see me taking your phone!"

"Remember when you stole my bagel this morning? Yeah, this is payback," he smirked as he easily got past my passcode and into my phone.

"But you eventually let me have it!"

"Still."

"Seriously, Harry, give it back!"

"You guys, don't fool around here," Michael warned, "especially not near a bunch of people who are kicking around footballs without aim."

"Um, lads?" Niall tugged at the back of my shirt, but I waved him off as I tried to reach for my phone from a laughing Harry.

"Harry, this isn't cool! Why must you be taller than I?"

"S'not my fault, is it?" Harry stuck his tongue out at me and then I tackled him so we fell past the border of the football field. "Okay, okay! I give! Here's your phone!" I snatched my phone out of his hand and pushed it into my pocket.

"Thank you," I said with a smile playing on my lips as I stood up. "Now, let's hurry up and get to my house before-"

"Ash, look out!"

Suddenly I felt a sharp pain shoot from the back of my head. I couldn't hear anything except for ringing, and I stared blankly ahead at a scared looking Niall, a surprised Michael, and a  freaking out Harry. I saw Harry stumble onto his feet as he reached out for me. I could hear him scream out my name through the sound ringing throughout my head. I was falling to the ground, but I didn't feel the impact of me hitting the ground because everything went black.