Nialls POV
As I sat on the bus, cradling my arm, I thought about Ashley.
I felt like a complete cunt. I tried to coax a date out of girl who was sick. Very sick. A complete cunt indeed. I hoped she didn't think so. Of course she thinks that, you loser I thought, you're a sorry sight, Nialler. I pouted. I probably looked like a nine year old who was denied ice cream, but hey, what'cha gonna do about it? I regretted trying to make her feel sorry for me. Hell, I felt like an arse presuming that she wasn't sick.
The bus stopped at my drop point and I picked up my sorry self and got out. I needed a warm shower and a ton of food. Courtesy of Liam's mini-fridge and sock drawer. The bastard started hiding his food from me when he figured he wasn't being robbed by The Food Ninja. Too bad he wasn't smart enough to actually lock his possessions. And since I was feeling especially low, I would 'borrow' some chocolate from Hazza's Twix stash under his bed. Not that he would mind (insert notice). I called up Hazz and texted him saying that I was down. A few minutes later, a groggy curly haired troll appeared with a large number of keys on a ring. It was like something out of a Harry Potter film. I cracked a small grin as he let me in. I felt a hard smack on my bum following by Harold saying, "Up, little Irish boy. Walk faster."
His voice sounded like gravel. Cold gravel. He pushed my shoulder, urging me to get up the stairs quickly. I stooped a little and walked slower, only to get a kick in the shin. Someone was not a happy camper. Rubbing the sore spot, I got up the stairs and swung into Harry's room before he got in. I reached under the bed and grabbed as many Twixs as my hands could hold. I dumped them in my pocket and got out. I took a bottle of Mountain Dew with me. Liam was next.
I walked down the hallway, it was eerily quiet. Kind of creepy too. I was used to the dormitories being a loud and active place; it was all most bleak now. Except for the muffled sounds of movies and clicking of keys on laptops, it was dead silent. I pulled my jacket a tighter around myself, wincing when my arm was involuntarily tugged along, damn cast. I was at Liam's door now and I yanked the door open. I was relieved that lights were on and he seemed to be awake since there was music playing. But, my peace was short lived.
In front of me was a scene straight out of a cliché chick lit novel. The sex bit, actually. Liam was getting it on with his girlfriend, Danielle, and they didn't even see me!
"MY EYES!" I shouted. They jumped apart and Danielle shrieked and hid behind the covers Liam swore, well, he just said 'Damn'. Because, you know, he's Liam. I started apologizing profusely and ran like a bat out of hell, but not before grabbing a plate of what seemed like spaghetti with me. I heard the sweet giggling of Danielle and the low chuckle of Liam. It was going to awkward for me to look him in the eyes tomorrow.
I mentally fist bumped him, though. He was getting it on. I respected that. We are bros after all. I walked up to my room's door and nudged it with my shoulder, my roommate, Fred, let me in.
Fred's a cool guy. A little quiet, but cool. He kind of looked like Ryan Higa. This is way awesome. I mean, the dude looked like Ryan Higa!
I started to chow down on my spoils, Fred didn't mind me not offering him, he was long used to my food hogging behavior. He even threw me a bag of fries. I loved this guy.
After I finished inhaling my food, I got up and washed my hands. Now, I had to do the thing that I had dreadfully decided to do.
I picked up my phone and dialed that number belonging to someone who I really didn't deserve to know. It rung a few times and a sweet voice greeted me.
I spoke, "Hey, Ashley."
