Harry Styles had never been more nervous in his life.
No, correct that. Harry Styles had never been more nervous - or angry at his mother - in his life. If his mother wanted him to commit social suicide, then she was going the right way about it.
"No one will notice, love." She had said, "You shy away during PE anyway, and it's not like anyone will see it. Besides... would you rather piss yourself again?"
No, but that was beside the point. So here he was. Harry Styles. 16 years old, in year eleven. Painfully nerdy by all means, plagued by bladder problems yes; but having to wear a nappy beneath his uniform was the icing on the cake.
"I really need to piss."
Niall commented as he walked, moving his hips from side to side.
The rest of the group - Liam, Zayn and Harry - eyed him as they moved down the corridor.
"Just use the toilet then?" Harry said timidly. He pointed at the busy double doors.
"I wouldn't, mate." Liam cut in. "I think it's locked. Louis Tomlinson's fault. Probably got