Perfectly Imperfect: A Niall Horan Love Story.

Chapter Five

*Sophie’s POV*

I woke up with a horrible headache, nothing to miss school over, but it was one tough hangover. I was figuring it was where I let Niall get me drunk yesterday. Then it hit me about what had happened.

I am so nervous about today. I don’t know where me and Niall stand or anything.

I just threw my hair up into a messy bun, put Niall’s sweatshirt, on some jeans and left. I was too nervous to do anything this morning.

I forgot to mention how awkward I am around guys. It’s like I choke up and cant say anything to them and I’m afraid that’s how it will be today.

----At School----

I pulled the sleeves to my sweatshirt, well Niall’s sweatshirt down and walked into the school building wondering if Laurette and Zayn had told anyone about yesterday. For the second day of school, I didn’t have many friends. I had first block with Niall, Zayn and Laurette so I was assuming it was time for awkwardness to begin.

I walked in already beginning to blush. I walked over to Zayn’s desk immediately. “Where is Laurette..?” He hesitated to answer and when he did answer it sounded very suspicious. He said he didn’t know. Which is very odd considering he always keeps up with Laurette. He’s like so obsessed with her he’d kill over her. Kill. Kill. What if he killed Laurette?

“Zayn, are you sure you don’t know where she is?” “I promise Sophie. I’m not gonna lie to you about it.” He mumbled doubtfully. I shrugged it off, and I turned around to see the beautiful Irish boy I had been nervous to see but now that he was around it felt as if everything was suddenly okay.

“Hey Soph..” “Hey Nialler..” We made small talk then he took me by my hand and led me over to the desks we sat at the first day.

I was still getting those strange looks from people because I was apparently messing with the “two bad boys” but I didn’t care. They were nice to me.

“So, who knows about yesterday Niall?” I asked curiously.

“No one babe, but I did quite enjoy it.” He said smirking.

I shrugged it off and kept Laurette on my mind. She hasn’t texted me, no one has heard from her. Could Zayn really be bad enough to murder her? I was freaking out in my head but I was staying calm for Niall. The only thing that kept me from killing myself right then and there.