Precious |h.s|

five

Susanna

There are days where I love to be by myself and listen to the sound of my own heartbeat while cuddling up to my sea-foam green blanket, praying that my mom doesn't yank me out of bed to go to some fancy dinner or workout at the gym. Those days, I love staring at the odd pattern on my ceiling and forgetting about everything and everyone.

And there are some days where I never want to leave my friends sides. I'd love to go to the beach and just mess around with my friends in the hot sun until we all got burnt to a crisp. Then we'd settle down back at someone's home and have a horror movie marathon, and scare the shit out of everyone in the room.

But lately these days, I've been keeping to myself. I would jump at the opportunity to hang out with Niall or Karla, and even Harry, but he has fatten extremely shy after he told me he's autistic. But Niall nor Karla has asked me to do anything.

I don't want to seem needy, and I feel like a middle schooler basically asking herself to a sleepover, so I'm not going to be the first to bring up anything. I'll wait until they figure out how awesome I really am, then they'll never want to leave me alone.

Today, as I sit in Ms. Shope's Pre-Calc Class, I wish I was laying in my bed with my sea-foam green blanket and thinking of absolutely nothing. But instead, I was having to think about the quadratic equation.

My thoughts were interrupted when I balled up piece of paper was thrown at my head. I blinked and looked around the classroom, searching for whoever threw it.

Shrugging, I opened up the piece of peer and read it.

Hiya, It's Louis, I sit a few seats away from you. I know you don't know me that well, but I'd like to talk to you after class. Is that okay? If it is, meet me outside the door when the bell rings. xx.

I finished reading and narrowed my eyes to each side to try and find this "Louis" guy. There were two guys beside me; one on the right, one on the left. The boy on the left was ugly and fat (and at the moment was picking his nose), and the boy on the right was God-like. He was gorgeous, and I alomst passed out just looking at him. I could see his cerulean eyes from where I was sitting.

I tried not to get worked up over the fact that it was probably the guy picking his nose.

The bell rang, and I casually got up out of my seat, even though I wanted to sprint outside the classroom door and see if it was the Greek God of Sex.
I stepped out of the classroom and looked to my right and saw Greek God of Sex, aka Louis. My breath hitched in my throat as I smiled and stood in front of him, ready for him to speak.

"Hey." Was all he said, but he didn't hold back on checking me out. Therfore, I didn't hold back on doing the same to him.

His chestnut fair fell perfectly into a quiff, making his cheek bones even more prominent, more than his short stubble on his face did. I noticed he was wearing a soccer jersey, and my heart swooned even more at the thought of him kicking a ball into a goal.

I wouldn't mind his balls in my face.

I greeted him quietly, wanting desperately to know why he wanted to meet me out here.

"So, Susanna, is it?" He asked. I nodded in response.

"I'm Louis, obviously, and in order for us not to be late to our next class, I am going to very foreward." He smirked, still checking me out.

"Okay." I responded, sounding slow.

"There's like this fancy dinner for the footie team-or soccer, whatever you American lot call it- and we're required to bring dates. And the only one without dates is the captain and our manager. Now, you wouldn't want the captain going alone to an event he has to make a speak at, right?" Louis chuckled, staring straight into my eyes, his British accent making me think of Harry and few other British kids that I've met. Why are so many British people at this school?