Her Deliverance (vol. 2) ON HOLD

Eleven

Happy birthday to one of my favorite humans, my baby and Irish boy Niall 💚
I luuub him

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Emmeline

The sound of my quacking duck ringtone blaring obnoxiously close to my ear, pulls me out of my deep sleep. I'm briefly thinking I must be dreaming the annoying sound, and once it stops I sigh in relief, ready to fall back asleep. Right when I'm drifting off, the quaking noise is back and I groan loudly into my pillow. Rolling on my side, I blindly reach for my phone on my nightstand and slap my hand down on it once I feel it. I roll on my back, swiping the screen with my eyes still closed as I bring the annoying device to my ear. "What?"

"Well good morning to you too, Princesa." I recognize the familiar accented voice, my eyebrows pulling together when I pull the phone back and peek at the name on the screen with one eye open. Caesar. I sigh tiredly after seeing his name, bringing the phone back to my ear.

"Sorry, I like my sleep. Why'd you wake me up?"

"I haven't spoken to you in two days. You've been brief over text, what's been going on?"

"It's a long story," I mumbled, yawning as I brushed my hand over my forehead. "But I'm tired and don't feel like explaining anything right now, it's too early for me." I mumbled, turning on my side to dig my face into my pillow.

His chuckle sounded in my ear. "What are you talking about? It's nearly eleven in the morning, sleepy head."

My eyes snapped open and I shot up so fast, the movement making me dizzy as I blinked repeatedly to clear the blurriness of my heavy eyes. "It's what time?" I asked hurriedly, glancing around my room and despite my question I pull back my phone to look at the time. 10:37am. Shit!

I move fast out of bed, my ankle tangled around the sheets and practically tripping in the process of getting up. "I have to go Caesar, I overslept! Orientation is today!" I run straight for the bathroom, then run back out when I realize if I overslept then so did Lila.

"Shit, alright I'll call you later." He said and I spat a quick bye before throwing my bedroom door open and running over to the her room just a few feet away, banging my hands on her door.

"Lila! Wake up we're supposed to be at the school in fifteen minutes!" I yelled, and hear a loud thump, as if she fell off her bed. As I'm running back to my room, I see Morgan sit up on the couch in the living room so abruptly in fright. I hurriedly run into my room, going straight for the restroom to quickly brush my teeth and wash my face then snatch my mascara from the top drawer of the cabinets. I've never put it on so fast in my life, and it barely makes a difference but I have no time for perfection. I run back into my room, pulling my top off over my head and grabbing the closest shirt to me. I'm buttoning it up quickly, simultaneously moving around my room to grab a pair of black ripped skinny jeans. After reaching the third button from the top, I slip my jeans on and put on a pair of black converse before snatching up my purse, phone, and black hair tie then run out into the living room just as Lila is coming out of her bedroom as well. Her outfit is disheveled, and she's hopping on one foot while she puts on her white adidas. Her hair is also a little riled up but I'm sure I look just the same.

"We gotta go we'll get there right at eleven if we're lucky!" She screeched and we ran pass Morgan, who was slowly packing her stuff up into her duffel bag but stopped to catch us running for the front door.

"Bye you two! I'll call you later tonight!"

"Bye love you!" We yelled, booking it out the door and heading for the elevator. Luckily, someone was coming out just as we got there and we ran inside, clicking the first floor and the closed button repeatedly. It wasn't long before we were at the lobby, running through the doors and sprinting the whole way to the subway. We didn't stop, not until we were actually sitting down on the subway where I slumped in the seat and took loud deep breaths. It was hot and my hair was sticking to my neck that I lifted my hair to pull half of it up, doing my best to tame it with my fingers. Lila was pulling hers into a high pony tail, managing to make it look cute before opening her purse to pull out a pink colored lipstick. She glides it across her lips, then looks to me only to grip my chin and paint a thin coat over my bottom and top lip.