Niall POV
They say if you tell a man the time, he'll know the time, if you give a man something to do, he'll use that time.
But what if you give a man a 100 something year old lecturer? You know what happens? He wastes his time. I finish drawing my 67th cube on the page where my notes are supposed to be.
"Mr. Horan!" jumping, my eyes head to the front where the ancient creature was staring at me through his half moon glasses. Reminded of Dumbledore, if only…
“Mr. Horan, would you like to grace us all with the importance of cubes in time and space?” he disdainfully asks, putting his hands on his waist.
“Well sir,” I anxiously start, “How do we know that space isn’t actually made up of tiny cubes?” What am I doing? I don’t know. “I mean, sure that Dalton or Thomson guy said they were circles, but has there ever been any solid evidence that they are not cubes?” stumbling over my words I fight to keep my lips sealed.
‘This is not good. Abort mission, abort!’ I think, desperately begging my mouth to stop running. It was a bad habit.
“Mr. Horan, I expect your undivided attention in this class from now on, understand?” dismissing any further comments from my stupid brain.
“Yes sir.”
The entire class was looking at me now. What? Have they never seen a guy get bored before? I catch the eye of my best friend, Harry; the mischievous gleam in his green eyes told me he would pay me to do that again.
“Cubes?” he whispered.
“Shut up.”
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Walking around campus and trying to find you classes are always better than the actual classes. You see new places, meet people on the way there, it’s quite pleasant actually. Until you step on dog shit.
“Mate, today is not your day is it?” Harry asks pretending not to snicker as I helplessly ogle my shit covered heel.
“When is it ever my day?” I ask him, I always had terrible karma. Even going to the groceries was an obstacle course.
“Saint Patrick’s Day.” Cheeky bastard. I ignore him as I try to find a twig to scrape off the crap. I look at my mate and was about to ask him for help, but clearly he was not paying attention to me whatsoever.
“Hey Harry.” said Anya, a sun-kissed girl with light brown hair and Harry’s heart unknowingly in her hands.
“Oh. Uh. Hey Anya. Uhm. What’s going? I mean, what’s up?” stuttering Harry turns into an incredible shade of red. Was it even possible to turn that red? Jesus. Mentally face palming myself, I think of a way to get Harry out of this.
“Hey Anya, how was your last lecture?” I ask her diverting her attention towards me.
“Oh it was fantastic thanks!” Her eyes lit up and I practically saw Harry melt into a puddle next to me. What a love sick bastard.
“I had the best professor in the world. If anyone could turn Renaissance History into a fun thing it’d be her.” I nodded, I knew she did something artistic thanks to Harry. Looking to my side I figure I could give him a chance to screw this up again.
“You’re lucky then. Harry and I here just had the most wasteful lecture of our lives.” I smirk. “Didn’t we Haz?” I had to get him back for not helping me with the dog crap after all.
“What? Right. Cubes.” Harry is helpless and Anya was starting to get that feeling too.
“Cubes?” she smirks. “Is that code in your one-word-a-sentence language?” smiling she steps closer to Harry. “You’re a bit odd you know?” she laughs poking him in the side.
