Its time to get up in the morning... The bittersweet words spoken by the voices of angels. Quickly I rolled over and groaned. Really? Fuck I hate this. Reluctantly, my feet swung over the side of the bed. I yawned and stretched, hoping to hear the voice of Harry, or maybe Niall begging me to come back to bed. Nothing. All I got was my room mates bickering. Will this ever end? I stood slowly, avoiding a massive head rush from everything that happened last night, half-assed dragged myself to the closet and grabbed a red plaid flannel button-front shirt. I dug through my dresser to find the usual black tank top I wear with the shirt. Fucking hell, where is it? I stared at the clothes in the drawer and groaned. "I hate this." I muttered to myself. I grabbed a random shirt, not caring anymore and put on some yoga pants. Its an 'I do not give a single fuck so don't touch me, talk to me or breathe on me or I will murder you.' kind of day. I sighed and exited the dorm room slowly, ignoring the whining of Allison. I walked straight to the bathroom and stared at my pale reflection. Bright red hair, normal. Massively tired eyes, yup. Fake smile, just about. I grabbed my toothbrush and toothpaste and globbed some on the bristles. I ran the brush under the water and start brushing my teeth. I finished brushing my teeth and ran a brush through my knotted hair and slid a plastic headband onto my scalp to wash my acne prone face. I squirted the slime onto my hand and massaged it into my face, one by one. After about five minutes of face washing I added some moisturizer and removed the headband. I fluffed up my hair and walked out of the bathroom. Kill me now I forgot my glasses... I ran back to the dorm, grabbed my phone and slid my glasses on my face. Insert cliché line about glasses here. I grabbed my keys and slid my shoes on. Slowly time passed and I was in the courtyard, walking past all the familiar faces I'm greeted with every day of hell I live here. I slid onto a bench slowly. I grabbed a book assigned by my English prof. So tedious. I felt a pair of familiar arms snake around my large waist from behind. " Good morning beautiful." He cooed. I couldn't help but smile at my boyfriend's lame attempt to brighten my mood. "Can we skip the beautiful babe? I'm clearly not." I retorted and closed the book slowly. "Ah, but you are babe. You always are." He smiled. I turned around and looked up into his deep, brown eyes. "If we're going to talk about beautiful let's talk about those eyes of yours." I grin and peck his full lips. "Nah, that's boring. You're much more interesting." He giggled. I scoffed playfully. "Did you get me something?" I smile cheekily. "Besides a venti caramel frappuccino from Starbucks and your choice of what's in my left hand and what's in the right, I have nothing for you." He smiled and handed me the drink before holding his hands behind his back. "I choose door number two!" I giggle and hold out my hand. He slowly brought his right hand forward and smiled. "I thought you would choose that. So I took the liberty of placing this in it." He held a small velvety box in his hand. "Calum, what is this?" I looked at him questioningly. "Would you shut up? Jill, its obviously a surprise." He smirked. "Show me!" I squealed. His hand moved to the top of the box. My hands began to quiver and I felt nauseous. "Jill. We've been together, what, three years?" I nod. "And we've talked about getting an apartment together for a while now." He continued. "So I took the liberty of finally making that dream come true. Babe, I bought a small apartment and well open this." I stared at him in shock. He bought us an apartment.
