Cambridge

Shirt

Rachel's P.O.V.

I walked out of my class, feeling like I had learned absolutely nothing at all. Sure I had taken notes and all but I was just too distracted.

Worrying about Skylar and her ankle. Replaying the song Louis had played over and over in my head.

Slipping my phone out of my pocket I dialled Skylars number.

No answer.

What could she possibly be doing that she couldn't answer? What if something had happened to her? What if her ankle had gotten worse?

I instantly began thinking of worse case scenarios.
"Hey Rachel!" I was pulled out of my frantic train of thought by a familiar voice.

I met his eye, smiling slightly.

"Ashton, hey" I gave him a meak wave.

I grinned slightly at Michael who was standing next to him.

"So when exactly were you planning on giving me back my shirt?" he asked.

Michael raised an eyebrow.

"I'm sorry did I miss something?" he asked, chuckling slightly.

I rolled my eyes.

"Ashton spilled coffee on my jumper so he borrowed me his shirt the other day" I told him, folding my arms slightly.

Michael smirked.

"Sure, sure. That's how it happened" he mumbled sarcastically.

I chucked slightly.

"I washed it actually. It's back in my room if you wanna come get it?" I suggested, focusing on Ashton.

He nodded.

"Sure. Now?"

I shrugged.

"I guess so. I don't have anymore classes for like at least another hour" I told him.

And so we headed back to my room. Michael, Ashton and I.

I really was starting to like them. Ashton especially. I could really se myself becoming good friends with him.

Once we finally got back to the room, I opened the door, heading in to search for the shirt.

"Ignore the mess" I mumbled, unabashed, glancing at the pile of clothes lying near my bed.
Ashton laughed slightly.

"What mess? You should see our room" he told me.

I laughed.

"That I will have to do sometime" I muttered, sill searching.

That's when I saw it.

"Aha!" I exclaimed, finally spotting the shirt, grabbing hold of it.

"Ashton?!" A voice yelled from behind me.

I turned around quickly to find Louis standing at the door.

"Louis, what are you doing here?" I asked softly, confused.

He folded his arms.

"Well I was just coming to see if we were still on for pizza tonight but your obviously busy" he replied stiffly.

I frowned slightly.

"Louis I-" I began to explain but he cut me off.

"Look doesn't matter. I guess I just thought... Never mind. I'll see you around Rachel" and with that he stormed off.

Both Ashton and Michael were staring in confusion aswell.

"Well that was uncomfortable" Michel muttered.

"I've told you before and I'm telling you again Rach, Tomlinson seems pretty keen on you" Ashton seemed less surprised at Louis' outburst.

I rolled my eyes.

"He's just a little over-protective" I replied.

Ashton shrugged.

"Whatever you say.. Just watch yourself okay?" he continued.

I wasn't fully sure what he meant but before I had a chance to ask about it, he was talking about having to get to class.

I gave him his shirt and then him and Michael headed off to their classes.

Once they were gone, I collapsed on the bed, wondering about what to do with Louis. Why was he acting so weird all of a sudden?