Carter’s POV:
“Can you stop crying seriously?” it was Thursday morning and me and Niall were getting ready for classes and we were already fighting about useless things – it was about the party Friday that I was going to go to and I don’t care if Niall wanted me there or not. I know Zayn would be there.
“I can’t help it! I love you!”
“Oh my god!” I pull at the strands of hair I was sure I was probably going to lose by the time I have to marry him.
“Why are we even fighting!?” his head is buried in his hands and he’s shaking his head and I sigh.
“I don’t know! You just come up with stupid reasons to fight with me!”
“Please all I’m asking is if we can have a little time together”
“We spend every day together!”
“It’s not enough!” he says standing and stepping towards me.
“Oh my god – Niall I need space!”
“What sort of space?” he asks, tears forming again.
“Like two weeks space”
“Two weeks?” he says his voice raising.
“Yeah”
“Carter…please” he pulls my hands to his and pulls me closer to him and I groan.
“Niall…this is exhausting you’re too…”
“Too what?”
“Too freaking clingy!” I escape from his grip and stand next to my dresser leaning my weight on it while he stares around the room lost.
“I’m not clingy I just love you” he sighs and stares down and I know that tears were probably going to start forming again.
“Niall I’ll see you in English”
I’m going to skip English today.
“O-okay…I love you”
“Okay Niall…goodbye”
“Bye” he shuffles towards the door and then slowly closes it behind him and I run my hands through my hair and finish getting ready for class.
I end up wearing a large sweatshirt and black leggings which I match with a pair of converse. I tie my hair back in a ponytail then dab on a little bit of makeup and head for the door with my bag and books. I rush across campus just in time for the ending of English but I didn’t really pay attention as I was busy listening to Niall groan and complain and almost start crying in the middle of our lecture.
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“Hey Liam” I say smiling walking towards the front of the science building.
“Hey Carter, how’ve you been?”
“Fine and yourself?”
“Better than most I guess. Are you going to the party Friday?”
“Maybe”
“Why wouldn’t you?”
“They aren’t really my thing you know?”
“You’ll have fun this time I promise” he says smiling and walking away and I walk inside – mentally preparing myself for this Science lecture Zayn. I should just go back to my dorm and wallow in self-pity but I’m feeling courageous today. The last time I saw Zayn I was a wreck and today I still am but I refuse to let him know that.
