Endless

1- nice to meet you

Amanda's POV
"What do you mean we have to be out by the end of this week?!" I shout into the phone. Frankie is right behind me, kicking the bed as she is just as mad as I am, when we find out we are being kicked out of our dorms. "Miss, this isn't my decision, I was asked to call and deliver you this news, I will be over in about 15 to measure everything." The deep British accent says. "Measure? You will not do anything without me knowing why!" I shout. I hear another accent in the background; this one softer, but in a sense more louder. "lou, be nic-"

"Hello, Darling!" The more squeaky boy says. "hell-"
"Yeah, so as my lovely co worker stated, we WILL be over there in 15 minutes, we will further discuss. See you soon!" He says just before hanging up. Great. It's been me and Frankie's dream to live in a dorm, and play soccer together. We have been best friends since grade 3, and we are living our dreams like we never expected. We both play for Harvard's Girl Soccer team, and we have been playing, and living in our dorm for about 6 months now.. But of course just as we settle in, something like this happens.
"Mandy, uh... I'm considering on bolting the door shut." She mutters interrupting my thoughts.
"Great idea, where is hammer? Nails?" I say before collapsing on my bed. She does too, and let's out a huge sigh.
"Who do they think they are? We pay money to live here, and well, we.. We live here! They can't just kick us out!" She says in protest.
" What would Messi do?" I say, trying to ease her fumes. As soccer players, Lionel Messi is one of our biggest idols. We have always had the "What would Messi do." Joke, it helps us ease eachother when we are mad.

"Messi would-" her thoughts are intruded by the thump on the door, and the sound of the nob twisting. We both stand with our hands on our hips, ready for whatever comes our way. Two boys walk in. One of them is wearing a fedora, he towers over the other one, and he has a button up, with tattoos seaming from his muscles. He also manages a clip board. The other, is short, wearing a button up, with fewer tattoos, he has brown hair, and it slicked to the left.
As I search for name tags, I find them. The taller one, Harry, the shorter, Louis.
"Good, afternoon." Harry says awkwardly. I couldn't be more fond of his long curly messy hair, it's so relaxed. I snap back into the conversation.
"hello..." Frankie says nervously.
"So, why are we being kicked out?" I say cutting to the chase. Louis steps infront of Harry, like he almost knows Harry won't answer.
"Because they are demolishing this side of the campus, and building a lacrosse field here." He snaps.
"Lacrosse? So lacrosse is suddenly more important then living facilities?" Vanessa says.
"No need for the attitude, darling." He says rudely. Gosh I hate him already.
"I'm really.. Uh.. Sorry. If this were me, I would be raging as well." Harry says. I hear the nervousness in his voice, he doesn't sound like he is enjoying this.
"Ah, Harry, be tough mate, we only have to deal with these bit-"
Harry turns to Louis, and glares at him. His fists are clenched and his nervousness vanishes with, a rather evil look.
"If this were you, would you like it?" He questions. Me and Frankie are now sitting on our beds now. Hoping that they will leave saying it was all a big mis understanding.
"Would you?" He asks again. Louis swings around him, ignoring his question and examining our posters with various soccer teams and players.
"Wha..what! No way...... Argentina, Barcelona! My two teams!" He shouts. Harry slumps his head in his hand. So do I. As Frankie joins him to the examine the wall, I quickly walk towards Harry.
"is there anything that we can do? Can they at least place us in another dorm?" I ask anxiously. He looks and scans over the papers on his clip board. He looks disappointed as he glares back to me. I know what the answer is.
"I'm so sorry, they are all booked." He says. I nod. Just my luck.
"And what do they suppose we do, kick it to the curb? We play soccer here. Come on."
"I'm not sure. I would be more than happy to pay for you guys to stay in a hotel for a few weeks..." He whispers. What? I'm not going to let a stranger pay for me... That's not how I was raised.

"no. No.." I say shaking my head.
He smiles and gives out his rather large tattooed hand.
"My names Harry, Harry styles, and who are you?" He says. His tone sounds much more brighter then it did before.
"I'm Amanda Hastings.." I say lightly.