Hey There Delilah

Ch. 1

*Delilahs POV*

The piercing sound of my alarm clock boomed through my room and I groaned as my fist slammed onto the snooze button. I have a massive headache and I just woke up.

Today is going to be just fabulous.

I swung my legs harshly over the side of my bed and stood up, trudging over to my bathroom. I opened the cupboard and took out the Advil, opening it and pooping two into my mouth before sticking my head under the faucet and drinking the water.

I took my undergarments and big t-shirt off before hopping into my pre heated shower. I quickly washed my body an shaved my legs before applying my hair wash and massaging my scalp.

I rinsed my hair out and stepped from my shower, placing a fresh towel around my body and walking back into my room.

I flicked my fingers through my options settling on some dark wash high rise jeans, a long sleeve flower printed crop top and some white converse.

I sat down in front of my mirror and began to work out my tangled rats nest, aka my hair.

What am I supposed to do with it today? it's out of control. My brush struggles to pull the knots out.

Once I finally get a brush through it I squish some moose into my hand, scrunching my hair to make my waves look better and more tamed. It looks quit nice if I do say so myself.

7:16 am, I still have ten minutes. I open up my makeup bag and pull out cover up, eyeliner, and mascara.

I run the mascara brush over my lashes a few times until I'm satisfied with how it looks. My eyeliner lines my eyes perfectly and I add a small wing to the end of each.

I put a small amount of cover up under my eyes and massage it on carefully.

I'm done and I have six minutes to spair. I grab my bag and a leather jacket before spraying some peppermint scented body spray on and exiting my room.

My footsteps boom down the stairs as I haul myself out the front door mumbling a small "bye mum"

My fingers wrap around my keys as I slide into the drivers seat to my car. I'm sort of upset the school year just started two days ago. I'm still figuring everything out here and I'm still making new friends. It's good enough I guess.

The first day was only for new people so we didn't have any real classes. The second day was a B day and today is the first A day.

It's nothing like Arizona though, New York is way different. I'm not complaining though because I have always wanted snow during the winter.

I pull into the school parking lot and find an abandoned parking space. I walk the small distance to the steps and easily climb them before entering the building.

I pull my schedule out of my bag and look at the school map on the back. Mr.Mcail, Room:609. I glance at the door number to each side of me. None of them are close to 609.

I sigh as I make my way down the hallway, taking turn after turn before finding the right door and turning the knob, a small click sounding as it pops open.

I glance around and only a couple of other students are here. I take a seat next to a boy who looks pretty friendly. He has blonde hair that is styles up into a quiff and he has bright blue eyes. His shirt is a light blue short sleeve and he has a dark grey hoodie over the top.

His pants are dark navy blue jeans that're just loose enough on his figure. He has white high top shoes with the label 'SUPRA' on the tounge.

As I sit down he looks up from his phone and smiles in my direction. I smile back and place my bag under my chair before turning to him.

"Hi I'm Niall Horan" he introduces with a handshake. His voice holds an Irish accent that has gradually faded and is barely noticeable.

"I'm Delilah Mason" I re cooperate and shake his waiting hand.

"That's a lovely name. Your eyes are beautiful by the way" he compliments me.

"Thank you so much. I like your hair"

The teacher clears his throat and I look around to see that almost every chair in the class is now filled. That was quick.

"Good morning class and welcome to literature" his nasally voice sounds through the class.

"Please take out your notebooks and write this down" he gestures to the words written across the board and takes a seat back at his desk.

I pull out my black notebook and a pink pen before re writing what we were given to do. I get the first paragraph written down before the door opens abruptly.

I turn to face the disruption and my jaw drops. A gorgeous boy with dark brown hair pushed back and the most enchanting green eyes I have ever seen walks through the door with a sly smirk on his face.

"Mr.Styles you're late" Mr.Mcail says, obviously annoyed.

He just shrugs before taking the empty seat which happens to be right beside me. I look back to my notes and focus on what the assignment is.

"Hey babe" He whispers from beside me.

I turn my head and glare at him before continuing writing. He chuckles from beside me and turns back to the front.

I finish writing and check the time. Ten minutes until class is over. I open my purse and take a book out to start reading.

Something shuffles beside me and I glance over to see Him moving back to the front of the room. I roll my eyes when he winks at me and go back to my book.

The bell rings and I close my book before putting my bag over my shoulder and standing up. I walk out of the class room and stop to examine my schedule.

Right before I start walking again a hand grabs my shoulder, twisting me around. I almost fall back from the not expected gesture.

I come face to face with Niall. I smile thankful that it's not some weirdo.

"I was wondering if I could have your number so we could hang out sometime?"

I nod and he hands me his phone. I enter my number and name before starting back down the hall to my next class. A thought pops into my mind and I quickly turn and jog back to Niall.

"Who was the boy that was late to class?" I say while turning him around.

"Harry Styles. He kind of has a reputation for not giving a shit." Niall says while shrugging.

I nod before turning back and heading to my next class.

I look to my left and see an angry Harry glaring down the hall at Niall. If looks could kill, he would be dead.

I shrug it off and keep walking. A few guys whistle and I glare at them. I'm not a dog Jesus.

A wave of naseua hits me as I sit down in my chair for my math class. Deep breaths Delilah. You're not going to pass out during class.

I raise my hand quickly even though class hasn't started. Ms.Antell ignores me as the bell rings signaling class has started.

I look to my left to see none other than Harry sitting a few rows ahead of me. I set a reminder to get my schedule changed as I raise my hand again.

"No questions until the end of class Ms. Mason" she replies.

Oh god I'm going to faint. The room starts spinning so I put my head onto my desk and try not to think about it. My vision starts getting little black dots and before I know it everything is black.