I woke up at roughly five. Zayn and Niall were still dead to the world. I could've swore I heard Niall mumble something about chicken. Zayn snores very loudly.
I decided a shower would be nice later rather than now. I curled my natural wavy hair and applied little make up. My outfit was an orange tank top and floral pink and orange high waisted shorts. I also threw on my black high top converse.
I wanted to grab some coffee so I texted Louis a good luck text. I hopped into my car and drove to the closest coffee shop near campus.
Hot! The coffee was blazing hot. I looked up to see Niall taking a seat at my little table. "Hey Niall," I blurted surprised I remembered his name. "Hey Lotz." Did he just call me Lotz?
"What are you doing here?"
"I come here often, wanna play twenty questions," he asked. I nodded and waited for his first question, "Is Louis your boyfriend?" Ew HELL NO!!!! "he's my brother."
"Oh, do you have a boyfriend?" I shook my head . "Surprising, um would you like to go to on like a ... maybe like a ... a sorta.. date with me," I was shocked at his offer.
I nodded, "I'd love to Niall." He smiled, "Would you mind to not tell Zayn, he fancies you a bit," He asked. I nodded again.
By the time our conversation ended it was time for English. I was the dirt in class even before the teacher. Fifteen minutes rolled around and kids filled the room. I saw one familiar face and I deciphered it as Harry. He was standing with a girl and he giggled along with her.
I ran towards Harry and placed my hands around his waist to see if I could get the girl jealous as a joke. She didn't seem phased. "Harry who's your girlfriend" I asked. "Ew what the fuck?"
I winced. "That's my sister Gemma." oh.
"Class take your seats." I turned my head quickly and looked at our so called professor. He looked about 19! I watched as he scribbled his name on the chalk board. How clichè. I read it, "Professor Payne." The first thirty minutes of class he stared me down. I hate to admit but he was not ugly. I wonder if he goes to the frat parties. "Class is going to be let out early today, No syllabus for this class." No syllabus? what. the. actual. fudge. The class let out and I sat in my desk, confused. "Mrs. Tomlinson, is there a problem," He questioned. "Yeah, no syllabus?" He giggled "I am quite the surprising teen."
"Okay. bye." I was upset. I walked to Louis' dorm and opened the door. I needed quite. I sat on Harry's bed and pulled my phone out.
