Lovesick.

XVIII. Ariana's Exit, Ari's Entrance

ZAYN'S POV

I drag myself out of my warm bed, shutting off the stupid alarm. I trudge over to the bathroom, and hop in the shower. After I'm done, I step out and wrap a towel over my lower half. I walk over to the mirror, examining my features. Damn, I look good.

I start running my fingers through my hair, putting it into a quiff. I add some hair gel, and pull on the strands of hair until they stand up on their own. When I'm satisfied with the state of my hair,  I bite my lip at my attractive reflection, and waltz out of the bathroom.

I throw the alarm clock at Niall, and he jumps a bit before rising from his bed, and going over to the bathroom. I go over to my drawer, and pick out some clothes to throw on. Once, I'm dressed Niall comes out of the bathroom, his hair quiffed, but not as well as mine is.

"You used up all the gel!" He complains.

I roll my eyes. "I bought it. I'll use it as I please."

He groans, and pulls on a random pair of boxers. As he's putting on his clothes, I walk towards the mirror to see my reflection again. It's just so irresistible. About halfway through my journey to my flawless face, I trip over Niall's guitar, and stub my toe.

"Ow, fuck! Ni, find somewhere to put your guitar or I'm throwing it away!" I growl out of annoyance and pain from my toe.

"You're evil." Niall states.

I roll my eyes, and walk over to the mirror. I'm not obsessed with my appearance. I'm just sexy as fuck and I know it. Slightly narcissistic, but oh well. I look over my facial features, feeling along my jawline.

Then, a grotesque noise followed by an even worse smell fills the room. And the source is Niall.

"Tell me you didn't just fart." I grimace, plugging my nose.

He shrugs. "I had to let it out."

I make a noise of pure disgust, and put on my shoes. Niall puts on his, and we walk out of the dorm. Niall babbles on, and I don't even try to pay attention. I'm too invested in my thoughts.

I get this weird feeling that the world has shifted. Metaphorically speaking. Meaning, something is different. Like, drastically different. Only, I don't know what.

I shake off the feeling, or try to, and walk down the hallway with Niall. The two of us leave the dormitory, and walk towards the actual school next to it. With backpacks slung over our shoulders, we enter this hellhole.

If my parents hadn't already paid for my tuition, I wouldn't even bother going. But can't let that money go to waste so here I am. Since we're too early to go to our first classes, Ni and I head towards the courtyard to see if the other lads are there.

We spot Louis and Liam perched up against a wall, and walk over to them. Once we reach them, I ask where Harry is. They snicker, and point behind me. I turn to see Harry flirting with a group of girls.

He winks at one, and she practically orgasms right then and there. He's not the only good looking one y'know! I want to scream, but decide against it.

Our whole group was blessed with sexy genes, no homo, but Haz definitely gets the most attention. That doesn't mean he gets the most action, though.

He's eye sex orgy is then interrupted as a brunette girl scoffs at his behavior, and walks off. He seems upset that his pantie-dropper spell didn't work on her. But she looks slightly familiar.

"Tori, wait!" He calls after her, and almost follows after her. Almost.

"Save it for someone who cares!" She snaps at him, storming off.