*warning* this chapter and story will involve the use of drugs, so yeah, if it offends you then im sorry and stop reading because it will be in here a bit
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Amy’s POV
“I have so much Art coursework to do, it’s unreal!” Amanda was saying, as we sat at our usual lunch table in the school canteen. I swallowed another bite of pasta and nodded in agreement. “Same. I’m supposed to do my final piece by-. Oh, hey Lou.” I said, smiling as he put his tray on the table and slid into the seat beside me. “Alright, Ams, Amanda.” Louis Tomlinson is my other best friend. We’d met when we were 12 at a music club thing organized by our school, and have been close ever since.
Lou is as mad about music as I am – he sings and plays guitar and piano, and writes his own music. We’ve done numerous amounts of covers and originals together, performed live together under the name ‘Amy and Lou’, had random jam sessions together at his. We’re always coming up with new stuff we can do together, new styles, new instruments. He met Amanda and Shelbey through me, and the four of us have been friends for ages now. Amanda is also our main groupie – she goes to whatever gig we’re doing, without fail.
As Lou tucked in to his chips, I took a moment to look around the canteen. It was as busy as ever, loud, noisy and bright. If I’m honest, the canteen is my least favourite place in school. There are too many people, too much noise. It’s so loud, you can’t even hear yourself think. I prefer to eat my lunch outside in the field, or on the picnic benches outdoors, but the constant rain had driven us inside. “Hat off, Tomlinson.” I was distracted from my thoughts by the gruff voice of Mr. Davies, the Math teacher. Louis shot him daggers, but removed his cap all the same, sighing. His mousey brown hair messed underneath. I smirked at Louis. “Are you ever going to give up wearing one here?” He swallowed a mouthful of pizza, grinning at me. “Nope. Never.” He looked behind him to see if Davies had gone, and placed the cap right back on his head. I rolled my eyes. If there was one thing Lou enjoyed doing, it was winding teachers up.
“Lou! Alright, mate!” said Harry, swaggering over to our table. Louis stood up and they did that weird half-hug guys do to greet each other. “Louisssss!” Another half-hug, this time from Niall Horan himself. You’ll never see Naill without Harry, or vice versa. They’re joined at the hip. Harry and Louis soon began talking about some new drumming thing or whatever. “Hey, backdoors. Amanda.” He winked at Amanda, making her cheeks go slightly red. I rolled my eyes and continued eating my lunch, refusing to look at him. Some days, I can deal with his jokes and tricks, I’ll even laugh some times, but today is just not one of those days. “So, what’s happenin’ with you, Backdoors?” he said, lounging back in the chair. “Saw you at Liam’s party last week… heard you were with that wanker. What’s his name… Ashton? Yeah, Ashton.” I sighed. Ashton is my on-again-off-again boyfriend/fuck. The term ‘boyfriend’ has to be used lightly here, because we definitely don’t do any of that dating shit. Basically, it’s just going to parties together, hooking up when we feel like it. I like Ashton because he’s so fucking high on weed most of the time that he doesn’t realize what’s going on, so it’s pretty easy to get away from him or turn him down if I don’t feel like it sometimes. Niall calls him a ‘wanker’ because… well, because in his opinion, anyone that isn’t Niall Horan is a wanker. I turned my head slowly to look at him. “And?” I said, noticing how sharp my voice sounded. “And nothing! Jeez, don’t bite my head off!” he said, holding out his hands in a back-off gesture. “You could do better. Just saying. So, shelbs, what…-.” I tuned his voice out,not even noticing that shelbey had arrived. You could do better. What the fuck does that mean? Was it an almost pleasant comment from Horan? Is that even possible? No, he was probably just being his usual sarcastic self.
For some reason, Niall was really getting to me today, more so than he usually did. I ignored him chatting away to a now bright red Shelbey, and concentrated on thinking up more lyrics for the song I’d started writing earlier. Eventually, Harry and Niall left. “I have no idea how you tolerate them! They’re insufferable.” I said to Louis, pinching a few of his chips. He shrugged. “They’re pretty cool once you get to know them. Honest. Niall isn’t as bad as you think he is, either.” Louis and Niall have known each other for a long time, longer than Lou has known me, so of course it was natural for him to say that. He’d told me the same thing numerous times, but nothing was changing my opinion on that particular twat. “I think he’s kind of charming. And fit!” said Amanda, doing that thing she does when she twirls a lock of hair round her index finger. Of course she would, she’d always said so. I have to admit, she’s right about him being fit. He’s got that type of body most guys strive for, all muscle, product of working out for endless hours in the gym. His hair is the perfect level of messy and his eyes are big and the deepest blue. And Jesus, did he know he was fit. I rolled my eyes; she already knew my opinion on the subject.
The bell rung, and Shelbey and amanda left for French. Where as me and Lou had free period, which would be spent at our usual spot, under a big old tree right at the back of the field. “So I wrote some new lyrics today.” I said, shutting my locker door after grabbing my guitar. “Yeah? What about?” We chatted lyrics as we walked towards the doors, before pulling up our hoods and stepping outside into what was the joy of English weather. We made a dash for our tree, which luckily had enough leaves and branches to keep the worst of the rain off our heads. I sat down on a patch of dry ground near the roots, placing my bag in front of me. Louis sat down beside me, crossing his legs just as he always did. “You got a lighter?” I asked, pulling out the remains of a spliff we hadn’t finished smoking before. Lou nodded and chucked me his, so I lit it and took a long drag. I held the smoke in for as long as I could, then exhaled, grinning at Lou and passing him the joint. I opened the notebook on the page I’d written the ten or so lines of new lyrics, and handed it to him. Pulling my guitar onto my lap, I strummed out a few random chords. Louis blew the smoke out and rested his head back against the tree. “These are good, Ams. Here, pass.” I handed him the guitar and took the joint back, watching Louis mess around. He read the lyrics a few times, nodding his head and humming quietly along with them. I’d seen this multiple times, yet I still found it incredible how he could put a melody to lyrics, just like that. “Something like this?” He played me a few chords, and I could see how well the lyrics fit with the music. “Maybe a bit faster?” Lou nodded and sped it up. I sung the words quietly under my breath. They fit perfectly. I grinned at him, moving closer to him and resting my head on his shoulder. This is how we spend most of our time: making music, smoking pot, and messing around.
