Obsessed [h.s. au]

[30] Clouds

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follow the original 'Obsessed' playlist on spotify and listen to every song for each chapter or all, in order to get in the mood and into the story;

Name of the list: Obsessed fanfiction [h.s. au]

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Here we go again
Another go round for all of my friends
Another non stop will it ever end
Here we go again
Another go round for all of my friends
Another non stop will it ever end

We're never coming back down
We're looking down on the clouds

                                         One Direction - Clouds

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My shaky legs make me walk to the entrance of the quite modern building, unfolding in front of my eyes. The feeling in my chest gets more prominent as I feel my heart banging in my ribcage. 'What am I doing? Where am I going?' The thought of me stepping in my new, University life and officially adulthood is enough to make me want to run back into my mum's embrace.

I take a deep breath. As I prepare myself to take a step forward, I hear a familiar voice calling my name. "Ione?" I snap my head to my left, only to see a well known head of blond hair, coming my way, while having a painfully wide smile on its face.

"What are you doing here?" Niall cheerfully asks. I smile at his excitement to see me here, and answer his question:

"I'll be studying here from now on." His eyes light up, even more. His happy persona and smiley face, make me wonder how can the weather be so dull today whilst Niall seems to walk around like a real life sunshine, with his beaming smile and overbearing happiness.

"What are you studying?"

"History." I grin at him but, his smile flattens.

"Yikes." He scrunches his nose and sticks his tongue out in disgust. My laugh rings in his ears and he lets his self, form a lopsided grin.

"What about you?" I ask as I make my way to the entrance.

"Sociology." He reveals proudly. He looks very happy with his decision.

"I'm also taking, English. My major is history."

"Really?" His smile returns and I nod. "Me too. We're probably going to be in the same  class. Oh that would be wicke-- wait! What's your first class for today?"

I check the schedule in my hands. My eyes scan the expance of the printed paper ans its jumbled letters. I open my mouth to speak but as usually, beats me to it. "You have English." He almost shouts in my ear. I cringe at the high volume of his voice. "Me too." He smiles and almost jumps up and down. I shush him while laughing at his reaction.

We both head in the intimidating building, chatting and laughing at his jokes. He tells me about Jane and how much she misses him now that she's studying in Liverpool. I pat his shoulder sympathetically and nod, understanding how he feels. I miss Jane too.

Somehow I resist the urge to ask him how Harry's doing. I try to bury it deep down in my brain. In my imagination I'm standing with a couple of shovels in my arms, panting and trying desperately to keep his memory, buried deep down. Yet, that was almost sure that would distract me in general. And that's why I'm currently on the floor while on top of me is a quite macular male, body.