Seperate Directions (One Direction Fan-Fiction)

Chapter Two

Chapter Two

 Bree Adamson P.O.V

  I sighed as I trudged down my dorm hall.  Yes, college was fun, dont get me wrong, but the people; Their a different story.  It's like highschool here.  But worse.  My roomate, Desiree Westmond, or Dez, as she likes me to call her, isn't bad.  Infact she's pretty nice.

   Dez was around the same height as me, maybe taller.  She was your average college girl.  She had red curly hair that ended at her shoulder.  Her brown eyes made everyone's hearts melt.  You couldn't say no to her.  Aside from her looks, she had a nice personality.  Funny, nice, and in no way a stalker.  Although, she can go a little phsycho.

  By now, I was in my dorm, sitting on my bed, laptop on.  I was scrolling through my twitter.  I wasn't on very much anymore.  Not because of college, simply because I hated people asking me if I was dating Harry Styles or not.  It was a not.  I had suggested we just be friends.  To let us get to know each other better.  It was good that way.  We skyped every now and then, texted each other.  You know, what ever any normal pair of friends do.

   Autumn and Rebecka were a different story.  We only talked three times a week.  Rebecka was more open while Autumn was very secretive.  It worried me.  She was an open book.  All the time.  Now, it seemed like she was starting to close up, and I don't like it.  She was hiding something.  Something big.  And I wasn't there to help her.  Whatever it is.

  "Hey,"  Dez smiled, walking through the door, McDonalds in hand.  She set my burger and fries on the small table in the middle of the room.  "Talking to your celebrity friends?"

   I looked up at her, glaring.  I hated when she said that.  They were friends.  Not celebrity friends.  "No, I'm actually on twitter.  Being reminded of my two week relationship with Harry Styles."

  Dez simply laughed, grabbing a Pepsi from the fridge.  "I can't believe you dated Curly.  I don't blame you for breaking up with him. He's such a...such a...womanizer."

  "He isn't a womanizer!"  I blurted, louder than usual. Dez turned around, smirking.  This was Dez.  Could be as sweet as pie, but she sure had her opinion.

  "Okay, if you say so," she surrenedered, dropping an envelope on my bed before sitting down on her own, pulling out her algebra book. 

  I picked up the envelope, looking over it for an address.  "What's this?"  The wrapping was of course white and it small scribbly letters was 'Bree' written on it.

  "I'm not sure.  Probably from your American friends,"  Dez sighed, her eyes glued to her text book.  "The mail man said it was a 'Special Delivary'."  She put air quotes around special delivery.

  I tossed the envelope to the side, promising to myself I'd open it later.  I quickly got back to my laptop, closing out of twitter and into Microsoft Powerpoint.  Only two weeks into school and I already had a huge project.  Oh joy.

   "Did it hurt?"  Dez asked out of the blue.  I looked over to face her, curious as to why she would ask such a weird question.

   "Did what hurt?" I asked, hoping she wasn't going to ask another question about Harry.  She was always asking questions.  They were different every time, but that doesn't mean they hurt any less.

   "When you heard what Harry said,"  she said as if I should already know.  And another annoyring question.  Yay, me.

   But, being my clever self, I came up with a response to shut her up.  "You'd be suprised at what people are capable of."