Unpredictbale :: Dirty Niall Horan

Chapter 6

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When I wake up,I turn and look at my alarm clock. Only 20 minutes until it goes off anyways, so I shut it off. I make my way to my dresser and pull out a pair of new blue jeans and a purple t-shirt. I decided on taking another shower. Again, I walk down the hall to the showers. I'm not blessed with the privledge of empty showers this time. I hear one of the stall showers running. By the time I start getting undressed, the girl comes out. She smiles and begins to walk away, but stops.

"Hey. I'm Ashley. Weren't you at that party last night?" I look at her for a minute. I don't think she looks familiar.

"Oh. Yeah I was..." I'm confused on how she knows that. She has short, bright red hair and brown eyes. She's only wearing a towel, and it's awkward just standing here.

"Didn't you kiss Louis?"

"Oh. Yeah but it was just a dare." She laughs.

"You should stay away from him. He's a bad boy." She smiles and winks then leaves the room. That was weird.
I strip off my pajamas and step into the hot stream of water. I let it run over my body. It feels so good against my tense muscles. I wash my hair and body then turn the water off. I wrap a towel around my dripping hair and wet body. I dry myself off and put on my clothes.

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As I walk back to my room, the memory of kissing Louis comes back to me. His lips were so soft...and the way he forced his tongue into my mouth... But I can't help but remember the way Niall's biceps protruded from his shirt. And how tight the crotch of his pants were...

Fuck. It's happening again.
I mentally slap myself.

Are you a virgin?

He's a bad boy.

Niall's the one who seems like a bad boy. Louis has an edgy look, but he's actually pretty sweet. Niall just gave me the evil eye. He is pretty damn sexy though.

STOP IT. I can't stop. Why?

To clear my thoughts, I fix my hair and makeup and listen to music. I put all of my books into my bag. At 6:30 I decide to start heading for campus. I don't wanna be late for my first classic even though it doesn't start for another hour.

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I stop by a small coffee shop across the street from my dorm. I order and sit down at a corner table. I watch as different people come in and out of the shop. Liam pops out of nowhere.

"Hey Lizzie." He smiles.

"Hey Liam." I gesture to the seat next to me and he sits down.

"How are you? Did you have fun at the party?" He takes a sip of his coffee. I smile.

"Surprisingly I did." He nods.

"That's good." It's awkward for a moment.

"So are you a junior too?" I ask, directing my gaze across the room.

"Yep. I'm younger than the others though. I just turned 20." I smile. At least I know someone my own age. I'll turn 20 soon.

"Oh. How old are the others?" I really just want to know how old Louis and Niall are.

You're a slut. My subconscious doesn't know when to shut up.

"Well, Harry's 20 and will be 21 soon, Kristen's almost 22, Louis' 21, and Niall...he's 21." He laughs. "I'm kinda the baby of the group." I give him a warm smile.

"That's okay. I'll be 20 in a month and a half." He drinks his coffee and nods.

"You're the baby, then." I scoff, trying to sound offended. "I'm no baby. Okay, well sometimes." I joke. We both burst into laughter.

"So where's your first class?" He asks as we leave.

"History." I make a disgusted face and stick out my tongue. His eyes light up.

"Really? Mine too. What professor do you have?" By the excitement in his voice, I would've thought he won the lottery.

"Uh, Bridgman or something." I try to remember but I'm not sure.

"Burgeman. Same here. Looks like we have a class together." He grins. Maybe I've found a friend after all. I guess I'd call Kristen a friend, too. Maybe even Louis.

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In history, out professor hands out a syllabus and gives us the rest of the period to talk. Thirty minute go by while me and Liam talk about where we're from, what were majoring in, etc. Before I know it, we're dismissed. Liam walks me to the door.

"Guess I'll see you tomorrow." He says. I think he leans in to hug me, but if he did, he stopped before making it too obvious.

"Yep, see ya later." I smile and walk to my literature class.

When I get there, there's only one other person in the room. A boy with short, jet-black hair is sitting in the second row, reading a book. I walk over to him.

"Hi. Can I sit here?" I ask, motioning to the desk beside him. He looks up at me and smiles.

"Of course," he holds his hand out to me. "I'm Zayn Malik." I shake his hand.

"Lizzie Smith." I sit next to him an we talk a little bit before more people come in the room. I find out that he's 22, he moved here from England for college, he has an apartment down the road from campus, he loves books, he's majoring in biochemistry, and he's very kind. He's not very social. I like him..he asks if we could be friends and I agree. Professor Vince calls for the class' attention. He explains the upcoming assignments and projects. The door is pulled open and I see no one other than Niall walk into the room. He looks over to me and walks in my direction. H smiles slyly and slides into the desk next to me.

"Elizabeth." I shiver at the way he says my name. Zayn looks over at him, then quickly looks away.

"Niall Horan. Always has to make trouble." He remarks.

"You know him?" I ask. I wouldn't have pictures them knowing each other. Zayn is really kinda and smart. I while Niall is...well rude as hell. He's attractive, but his attitude basically ruins it.

"Not personally, but I know about him. Mostly a troublemaker

"Oh." I nod and leave it at that. Out of the corner of my eye, I catch Niall sneaking glances at me periodically throughout class. When class is over, I say bye to Zayn and head for the door. Someone touches my shoulder and I turn around. Niall.

"Elizabeth." He calls from behind me. I hate when people use my full name. I really don't feel like putting up with his shitty attitude right now. I reluctantly turn around.

"What?" It comes out harsher than I intend it to.

"Damn. You don't have to bark at me," he laughs, walking closer. I just roll my eyes. "Sorry for being a dick the other night..." I can tell he's uncomfortable.

Niall's POV:

She nods and starts to walk away. "Why are you ignoring me?"

"Because you're rude and I don't want to talk to you." Se doesn't even turn around; she keeps walking.

"Whatever!" I yell. Fuck. I didn't mean to yell at her. I don't want her to think I'm a bigger douche than I really am. I turn around and head back to my dorm. I don't feel like going to any more classes today. When I get there, Louis is sprawled out across his bed.

"Why aren't you in class?" I ask, flopping on my bed.

"I could ask you the same thing," he laughs. "What took you so long to get back?"

I clear my throat. I can tell he likes her, so I don't wanna say anything.

"I got sidetracked. Harry texted." I lie. He shrugs and keeps throwing the ball he's playing with.

(It's not a very long chapter. Sorry, I'm really tired. I've been falling asleep typing this. xD oops. Hope you like it anyways. xx)