Louder [Niall Horan]

Chapter 3

*Cameron's Pov*

I blinked at myself in the mirror, how do I even go about this?

I collected my things running out of the bathroom and to my locker. So much for lunch... I got my books for my next class, AP English, all the while my heart raced.

He was in this class.

The bell rang as I shut my locker, stumbling through the halls as I found the AP English room. I sat at the back, Niall towards the middle. What I loved most about this class, was it's lack of students, and how confused Niall looked. He always looked so adorable biting his lip, scribbling notes, and furrowing his eyebrows.

Niall was an enigma. I absolutely loved them, but oddly enough never finished one. He confused me in just about every way, but it sparked an interest.

So I was, I guess, stuck to him.

But he didn't care about me, I was like a scar on his arm. There, but no one really wanted me there, they just can't wait until I'm gone.

Nonetheless I plopped into my seat, my eyes focusing on a fluff of blonde hair suck back in his seat.

He was beautiful.

I laughed at my cheesiness, causing a couple of people to turn around and glare at me.

Sorry for my happiness.

Not like I liked them anyways.

I sighed, scribbling down the homework as the bell rang, and students rushed to their seats.

The teacher could go on and on about commas for hour, and as he lectured us, my eyes constantly switched back from the clock and the blond hair a couple rows in front of me.

Mindlessly, I leaned too far on my book, causing it to topple off my desk, causing the teacher to stop talking, and everyone turning around at me.

Sheepishly, I picked up my book, my cheeks flaming. I looked up at Niall, to find him still looking at me, even though everyone else had already returned to their lives.

I pushed a lock of hair behind my ear, trying hard to keep my gaze on the book ahead of me, and trying to concentrate on the teachers words.

*Niall's Pov*

She's so clumsy.

It's actually quite cute.

The whole time I had been thinking of an excuse to turn around, but she gave me one herself, pushing her book straight off her desk.

Well done Cameron.

"Niall, answer the question." Seth whispered, nodding to Mr. Walker, who stared straight at me.

"I uh... I.... 4?"

The class erupted in laughter, as I bit my lip, shaking my head.

Smooth.

"Not even close, Niall. I thought you were aware of what class we're in." Mr. Walker sassed.

I shrugged, looking at my book.

He ignored me, continuing on about his 'vast' knowledge of commas.

Like any of us cared.

25 minutes later the bell rang, and we were all freed from the magical place that is 'commas'.

Or At least that's what Mr. Walker said.

**

By the end of the day, I was ready to pass out in my car instead of driving home.

But the moment Cameron walked by my locker, I remembered.

Our get together, date, whatever you wanna call it.

I followed after her to her locker.

Here we go.

*Cameron's Pov*

Hallelujah. The days over!

Doing a little happy dance, I sauntered to my locker.

Stupid bottom lockers, never in a cliche movie does the girl have a bottom locker! But every year so far,

I have.

Wonderful.

I Shut my locker, swinging my backpack on my shoulder, and was an inch away from the exit, when Niall popped out of literally no where, eyes sparkling, and his backpack over his shoulder.

He looked preppy; it was adorable.

"So about that date...?"

My eyes widened at his choice of words, and he soon caught on; his cheeks flushed and he looked away.

I smiled, trying to meet his eyes.

Now?! Where?! What. I.

He laughed, a genuine laugh, causing my heart to stop, and it unbearably hard to look away.

Dear God this is cheesy.

"Yes, now, where, I was thinking Chipotle, and frankly I don't know how to respond to the last part."

Internally I smashed my face into 40 locker doors and screamed uncontrollably until I felt less mad at myself.

Turning on my heel, I followed Niall too his car.

"Looks like today's my lucky, no bus." I mumbled.

Niall grinned, walking over to some car, which to me, had no name, as I didn't take enough time researching cars.

Because I definitely did that all the time.

Never mind, that made no sense.

Literally, I'm not surprised I have no friends, I'm talking to myself about researching cars.

The car engine roared, and for a moment I felt content.

Being in a car with someone not in my family was a big step for me, especially since it was of the opposite gender.

It was that day, I had made the most contact with a human, not related to me.

It was also the day, things started to turn for the better, or worse;

However it was taken.

A/N

I AM SO SORRY.

I originally just planned on leaving the story there, because honestly I'm a terrible writer.

This is a terrible chapter, it's not edited and it's literally 5 years late.

If I get 2 more votes, I promise I'll
update before Monday :-))))

-Kassidy .-.