The Neighbors

Chapter 8

I check my appearance in the mirror. I am wearing bleach washed blue jeans and a tight beastie boys t shirt. I've already got my red converse on and I grab my back pack to leave. My bag is plain black and has all of my books in it. Thank god I do all of my homework on Fridays because the boys and I were out until 9 last night. I didn't drink enough to have a bad hangover luckily. I smile to myself and remember the way that Logan was dared to streak to the car. Noah ran to the car with his hands covering himself. I laughed as hard as I could and gathered his clothes for him. By the end of the night we drank about half of the bottle with Logan being the main consumer. I really enjoyed spending time with those boys. Last night the boys offered to drive me to school this morning and I gladly accepted so that I wouldn't have to ride the bus. I can drive, but I don't have my own car yet. I walk downstairs where mom has my orange juice out already and grab it off of the table. I walk across the street with my orange juice in hand and knock on the Styles' door. I hear feet run down the stairs and the door unlocks.

"Hey Shea, we're just about ready," Harry says with a smile, "Logan is taking extra time because of his headache," he says and jokingly rolls his eyes. Harry is wearing a red tee shirt under a blazer.

"I told him not to drink so much," I smile and Harry laughs.

"I think he was trying to get rid of his streaking memories," Harry says and I laugh. I hear feet coming down the steps slowly and see Logan in an open denim shirt with a white tee shirt underneath. It's funny that I can tell them apart from their faces already. Logan is carrying a red book bag over one of his shoulders. He tosses a set of keys to Harry.

"You're driving, I've got too much of a hangover," Logan whines, as Noah walks down the stairs. I want to gasp at the sight of him. How is he so beautiful in just a black t shirt and jeans? Stop. I need to think about Zayn. I am sober and have no excuse. Noah picks up a grey book bag at the bottom of the stairs and smiles at me.

"Good morning Shea, how are you feeling?" He asks.

"Fine, actually," I reply with a smile.

"Good," he smiles and Harry walks out of the door, followed by Logan. I must not have noticed when Harry slipped on a blue back pack.

"Shotgun!" Logan shouts as we walk to the car. Harry slides into the drivers seat and I slide in behind him. Logan sits in the passenger seat and Noah sits next to me in the back.

"Now kids, no making out in the back seat," Logan says with a smirk as Harry backs out of the driveway. I blush before looking at Noah who looks like he is holding back a smile. I was hoping that nobody would mention our kiss.

"I'll hold myself back," I joke in an attempt to break the tension. Harry and Noah both giggle.

"Can you please lower your voices, I do still have a hangover," Logan says with his hand on his forehead.

"Would you like an ibuprofen?" I ask.

"Yes please!" He says and I pull out two individually wrapped pills from my pocket. I brought them expecting myself to have a hangover. I drop them into his hand and he picks the wrapper off as we pull into the school parking lot. Harry finds a spot in the middle and I smile at him.

"Are you excited for your first day?" I ask.

"Nervous, mostly, but yeah," Harry answers honestly.

"I just hope I can get over this headache," Logan whines.

"I'm pretty excited, actually," Noah smiles sweetly.

"You ready?" I ask them all and open the car door. We all climb out of the car and Harry locks the doors. As we walk through the parking lot I see Zayn climb out of his car. I stop walking so he can make his way over to us.