Dahlia's whole life is flipped upside down when her eccentric aunt enrolls her in a prestigious university in England. She is forced to make friends with a rather eclectic group of people and adapt to her new lifestyle all while trying to find the a...
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"Are you sure this looks okay?" Atlas asked for the umpteenth time, looking down at her baby blue cardigan and sweater set. She was sitting in the backseat of Niall's convertible- I was to her left and Zayn was to her right.
"Blondie, you look fine," Niall answered from the passenger seat, propping his left foot up on the dashboard- his leg still wrapped in neon orange. His khakis were scrunched up on one side to accommodate the cast, and his navy sport coat was draped over the headrest of his seat, hanging a foot in front of my face.
"Niall, leg down," Louis scolded, able to see Niall's leg in his peripheral while keeping his eyes on the road.
"My car, my rules," Niall retorted, keeping his leg in its spot.
"I'm the one driving, so I make the rules. Put your fucking leg down. If we get in a crash, you'll break your hip or hit your head off of your cast or something much worse."
"So, don't crash." Niall countered, which only made Louis even more annoyed.
"He's got a point, Lou. Just don't crash," Zayn said mockingly, siding with Niall for the first time ever.
Zayn had gotten his hands on some really good weed, and was the happiest and most talkative I'd ever seen him. He'd already made fun of the way Louis' ass looked in his pants, and he even agreed to wear a black button down with his black skinny jeans, which made Atlas extremely satisfied.
"Zayn, man, what the fuck?" Louis gaped, slightly outraged by the betrayal. "Dahlia, back me up here- you've been too quiet."
He was right. I hadn't talked the entirety of the car ride up to that point- just busying myself by playing with the eyelets on my skirt or Niall's crutches, which laid across my lap, and Atlas's and Zayn's as well. I felt too nervous to talk- nervous about how my friends would perceive Harry- because it was Saturday, and we were all on our way to tea at Hyacinth Manor.
"Niall, can you please just put your leg down?" I asked unenthusiastically, starting to get a little nauseous as I realized we were only about five minutes away from our destination.
"Thanks," Louis said.
Niall scoffed, obviously disappointed in my allegiance, but removed his leg from the dashboard nonetheless. "Can't wait to get this fucking thing off," he pouted, glaring down at his cast. "One more week."
"Are you regretting the orange?" Atlas asked, bouncing her leg, jostling Niall's crutches while doing so. She was clearly anxious, and it was only a matter of time before the rest of my friends followed suit- minus Louis.
"Not at all. It's much better than some boring color. I'm just annoyed with the cast- that's all," Niall mumbled, turned sideways in his seat with both arms laying atop the passenger side door, his chin resting on his hands to look out at our surroundings.
