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Chapter 2

"Don't go," I begged as he turned to leave. He just chuckled at the door.

"We just spent a whole month together," he said. "You should be sick of me."

"Haven't you heard? I'm a Horan now. I can't get sick of you. I'm kind of stuck with you."

I didn't think Greg had taken me seriously when I suggested the name change thing, but little did I know he had his own plans in mind. The next morning after our little talk, he drove me down to city hall and next thing I knew I'm Spencer Horan-Malone.

I still had that feeling like a kid walking out of Toys-R-Us with a new toy or a mom with a new pair of boots. Sure, people who passed by me didn't know I had just recieved something new and it wasn't anything I could show off, but it was a new beginning for me.

Greg gave me one last parting hug. "I'll call in to check on you after orientations." He kissed my forehead, waved goodbye to my new roommate then left.

I started off by making my unmade bed. Both my roommate and I did this in silence before I pulled out my suitcase.

"So you're Irish?" Tiffany asked.

"Something like that, yeah," I smiled to myself.

I set the picture of me, Niall, and Greg that used to sit in my bedroom on the nightstand by my new bed.

"I can tell by your accent," she said. "Though your brother's seems a lot thicker."

I snorted. "We get that a lot."

I was the cliché college student with the mini-mural of my friends from home set up to put on my wall and enough skinny jeans to last me a lifetime.

"Who's the blondie?" I turned to see she was holding the framed picture I had just set on the nightstand.

"My other brother," I answered.

"He's cute," she complimented with a smirk.

I took the picture out of her hand and smiled. "He gets that a lot."

"Where is he?" she asked, probably hoping she could flirt with him on campus somewhere, causing me to get possesive.

"It's kind of a long story-"

"Freshman orientation starts in five ladies!" Our dorm advisor announced whilst banging on the door.

"That we can save for another time. Let's go," I pulled her hand and dragged her out of the door.

I zoned out during most of the orientation. It wasn't much different from what the acceptance package had to say. I found myself clicking out of the notepad application I had opened to take notes and stared at the background I realised I never changed.

I rarely ever used this laptop. This was the first time I'd used it since February when I was still catching up on school work.

Zayn had sneaked a picture of me sleeping one night when I was at his place. I was curled up in his side, my head on his chest. He was kissing the top of my head when the picture was snapped. I scolded him for it when I woke up but I didn't have the heart to delete it.

I grew to love the picture. I couldn't just leave it to build up space on my phone but I felt vulnerable setting it as my phone background or lockscreen, so I put it on the laptop I never use.

"Is that your boyfriend?" Tiffany whispered, leaning closer from where she sat next to me.

I quickly opened another window, startled by her question. "No," I said too fast. "He's my ex."

"He's kinda hot," she smiled. "Too bad you let him go. You had yourself good one."

I x-ed out the random window and stared at the picture again. "I sure did, didn't I?" I muttered to myself.