Faded | Harry Styles

Chapter Three

Jules

A loud knock on my door wakes me from my slumber. I groan before cracking open one eye, momentarily forgetting where I was before the memories come flashing back.

"Yes?" I call out. I glance at my phone on the nightstand and check the time. It's only eleven in the morning. I need more sleep.

"Wake up, we have shit to do today." Niall yells through the door.

I begin to wonder what "shit" we have to do but then I remember about Niall's invitation to his friends soccer match today. The game is starting this early in the day? I'm to tired to think twice about it anyways so I slowly crawl off my bed and let Niall know that I'll be out soon.

I change into a pair of skinny jeans and a pale orange blouse that is slightly see-through. I throw my hair into a messy bun before going to the washroom. I wash my face and brush my teeth before applying simple makeup. I run back into my room and grab my phone and a pair of ballet flats. Ten minutes later, Niall is rummaging through his half empty cupboards searching for something to eat.

"Man, I have absolutely no food." He announces as he scratches his head.

"It's okay, let's just eat somewhere and then we can go grocery shopping afterwards." I tell him. He nods, agreeing with me before grabbing his keys and his phone off of the counter.

Niall was definitely dressed for the event. He wore shorts and a white and black soccer jersey with a black hoodie on top and a pair trainers. I didn't really think about sporting any sports gear but seeing Niall, I'm second guessing.

"What's wrong?" Niall asks once we enter inside his car. He turns it on and slowly drives out of the residence parking space.

"Nothing, just I think I'm a bit over dressed for the game." I admit quietly.

He takes a glance at me before facing forward. "I don't think so, but if it helps I have a NYU sweater in the back seat of the truck."

"Really?" I look back and sure enough I find a sweater hidden under a bunch of random trash you would normally find inside a college student's car. I reach for it and examine the light grey material.

"It smells like boys." I crinkle my nose. The faint scent of cologne and mint hits my nose. I don't admit that I actually really love the smell.

"It's not mine." Niall says.

"Who is it's?" I suddenly have the urge to throw it away now knowing that the sweater doesn't belong to Niall.

"A friend of a friend." He replies with a vague answer. He notices my uneasy expression before saying, "don't worry he doesn't have some contagious disease." He laughs.

"He won't mind?" I question. I don't need an angry college boy on my case for wearing his clothes.

"Don't think so, he wears the same shit every day anyways. I doubt he cares." Niall chuckles to himself.

"Um, okay." I pull the sweater over my head and adjust it over my waist. It's extremely baggy and I know it's at least twice my actual size. I try my best to contain myself and not look like an idiot from sniffing the hell out of the sweater.

"Where should we go and eat?" Niall asks.

"Wait, let me call Macy." I tell him. I haven't gotten a chance to call Macy and I think it would be a good idea to buy something from her family's bakery. From what I know, they have the best chocolate doughnuts.

A few minutes later, Macy texts me the directions to the shop and we arrive there in under ten minutes. I step out of the car and peer up at the small building. The building is made out of brick and there is a small pink and white stripped banner hanging in front of the bakery.