Carter's POV:
"Baby? Everything alright?" Niall calls out from his position on the bed and I stand up a little trying recollect myself.
"Yeah"
"Who was at the door?"
"No one" I breathe in and out before reentering into my bed with Niall. He immediately wraps himself around me and I attempt to get comfortable underneath his tight grasp.
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I carefully step out of the small bed that Niall is soundlessly sleeping in. I enter the bathroom and brush my knotty long red hair then apply my makeup quickly to avoid any snide comments from Niall when he wakes up. I step out of the bathroom and search for something to throw on quickly. It’s another boring Tuesday in the life of Carter.
“Morning baby” Niall says sitting up a little in my bed and I look back from my dresser and force a smile.
“How’d you sleep?” I ask pulling out a yellow tank top and a black cardigan.
“Great what about you princess?”
“Fine” I answer him quickly then grab a pair of dark black jeans and walk to the bathroom to change.
When I step from the bathroom Niall is finally out of bed and dressed he is messily running his hands through his hair and I find myself examining and comparing. He looks at me and smiles and I force one then walk over and peck his cheek to show a little affection.
“Ready to go?” he asks as I dip down to the ground and gather my things together. I nod and he wiggles his fingers in front of me as if to say ‘hold my hand’ and I take it gradually then he envelopes his large palm into mine and I trudge along next to him.
I try not to think about Zayn since he probably hasn’t thought about me once.
But I can’t help but miss him terribly.
Zayn’s POV:
I sit up slowly in my bed as a red-headed unknown girl is asleep next to me. I don’t know where she came from or who she is nor do I really care. I was just trying to forget about Carter. I finally leave my bed and shake the girl awake.
“Classes?” I say to her and she drowsily nods and I leave the room so she can gather her things and get out of my life.
The door opens and she peaks her head out and mine spins at the similarities she has towards Carter.
“Call me?” she says in a low tone biting down on her lip and running her skanky finger against me and I nod a little.
I won’t though.
I walk back into my room and dress myself in a dark black shirt and ripped blue jeans. I’m pulling my shoes on when Tanner rudely walks in and I sigh waiting to hear her dumb lectures.
“Who was that?”
“Don’t know” I say stepping towards the small mirror in my room and attempting to tame my wild hair.
“Oh”
“Yeah”
“Is this about Carter?”
“No”
Yes.
“Okay…you know I’m here if you want to talk” she smiles a little behind me in the mirror and I breathe out.
