How Did We Get Here // Luke Hemmings & Zayn Malik

Chapter 38: Look at Us

Waking up late is my specialty here in the states, apparently old habits never die. My mother basically rushed me out of the house with toast in my hand while I was brushing my teeth with the other hand. She curses every human being on the road for not hurrying up and passing a red light, sometimes when she's mad, her judgment is really poor. One time, I went with her to a black Friday sale, let's just say that event could have been avoided with rational reasoning but she claims the scar was worth it.

I rush to my first class of the day. I have to say that I miss my European schedule; here I have all my classes cramped into one day, every day of the week. Thankfully the late bell hadn't rung but all my classmates were seated, including Harry and Niall. I duck down my head, avoid Mrs. Pioneer's wrath and sit in the desk between the two guys. I place my bag on the floor, smile at Niall and smirk at Harry.

Mrs. Pioneer started her class by slamming her text book on her desk and mocks me "Good Morning Students. Now I would never understand why Principal Gemma will never let me give Emma detention but hey, I shouldn't complain because her little brother is here. " As any typical high school student, they stick their nose where it shouldn't belong and turn to face Harry. Harry smiles big, flashing his dimples and acting like if he owned the place "I know why Mrs. P, it's because you like being employed." She sneers "Or maybe Gemma plays favorites and let's Emma off the hook for being her daughters god-mother." I scoff "I'm her babysitter." Harry rolls his eyes "She's just a grouchy ol..." she cuts him off, pointing her ruler to him "don't you dare finish that sentence Harry!" he just shrugs, smirks and places his hands behind his back, recline his chair back. I roll my eyes, looking at Niall. He's full on dying of laughter, he holds his ribs and his face is bright red. I laugh "Goodness Niall, Breathe!" he gasps for air, pointing his finger at me "I... hahahaha... I can't!" I look back at Harry, he blows me a kiss, then karma got him back, his chair slips back, dropping him hard cold in the floor. Suddenly Niall drops on the floor next to me, eyes shut, face red and laughs echoing the room. I turn to the class, covering my face from them.

I walk with Harry to my next class, I only had Sharron for this class, and Harry's was next door. As we get there, she was waiting for us by the water fountain "You guys are just turtles at walking!" I scoff "or maybe you're the hare." She rolls her eyes "yeah whatever, I just want to make out with my boyfriend." I lean my head back, frowning "Please don't ruin school for me guys." Harry laughs "mm, not a chance." She chuckles, kissing his cheek "See you afterwards." he smirks, waves bye and walks into his classroom. Calculus class with Sharron is a big mistake, especially since our new teacher has a thick Russian accent. We just whisper and comment on his youth and beautiful green eyes. We get dirty looks for not paying attention but I already knew this material, in Britain, my teacher would go off topic sometimes and make his lectures fun and easy to understand.

The bell rang for break, we rushed out of there in a flash, dragging Harry out of his class and rushing him to the Cafeteria tables. We sit, open our books and stare directly to the jock table full of seniors. Harry scoffs "Okay guys. Need I remind you, I'm not gay and I feel totally uncomfortable having my girlfriend check out other guys?" She drops her head, slowly picking it up to face him "You jealous?" he sneers "No! I just don't like infidelity!" she rolls her eyes, shaking his shoulders back and forth "babe come on! Just Look at that, I mean just look." He stands up, scoffing "way to crush my man hood Sharron!" he walks away. She looks at me, miserable "Jesus! why do I have to love that guy." She stands up, grabs her things and runs to him. I laugh, looking back. Suddenly a tray slams in front of me, a girl blocks my view "Emma!?" I smile "yeah?" she laughs, sitting down in front of me. I awkwardly shift in the bench, looking for anyone to save me. She giggles, flipping her hair away "I'm Niall's girlfriend, Celine. Were in the same student exchanged program." I lift my eye brows, faking interest in her story "oh, how nice." She fakes a smile "Listen, I hope you're over Niall, I picked up the broken pieces and pinned them together. I'm here for him in the long run and I'd appreciate if you leave him alone." I fake a chuckle "Um, I don't know if you know but Niall and I are best friends. What you're asking, leaving him alone. I can't do." She smirks "you had no problem leaving him for the past six months." I get frustrated, wanting to choke her "Who the, you clearly don't know the whole story so why don't you back off." I slam my hands on the table, pushing me up. She does the same, leveling my vision "No! You never cared about! And now he tells me you found someone else. That makes you what, a whore?" who the hell does she think she is!? I scoff "Well by the looks of it, he found one too." She yells, getting her cup of milk and splashing me. I look at her, yelling "What the!?" suddenly she screams louder than me "you don't love him! You always treated him like shit and the trash you are, I still don't understand why he treated you with dignity!?!"