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the sun beams down on the field, kissing your face as you sit amongst your classmates in your cap and gown. excitement buzzes through the crowd, and every few minutes, the air is filled with cheers and applause as another name is called.
when serena's name echoes over the loudspeaker, you and your friends erupt into a loud, uncoordinated mix of shouts and clapping.
louis stands on his chair to whistle, while niall cups his hands around his mouth.
"that's our girl!" he shouts, serena's face flushing red as she beams, waving at the group before making her way across the stage.
ashton's name comes next, and he pumps his fist in the air as if he's just won an award.
zayn and jaxon holler his name.
"he's been waiting all year for that moment." luke leans over to you.
you laugh, clapping loudly, and your brother shoots the group a playful wink before shaking the principal's hand.
one by one, your friends take their turns: niall tipping his cap to the crowd, louis making exaggerated bows, and liam offering a proud smile to the stands.
each time, your group's cheers grow louder and more chaotic.
when harry's name is called, he smirks at you before walking confidently across the stage.
you stand up, clapping and yelling his name until your hands hurt, the grin on his face making it worth it. when the ceremony ends, caps soar into the air, and the field fills with hugs and laughter.
niall pulls everyone into a loose circle, his face glowing with excitement.
"alright, listen up!" he shouts over the noise. "don't forget, my house tonight. no excuses, yeah? be there or be boring!"
"don't worry, mate," louis calls back, clapping him on the back. "we wouldn't miss it for the world."
"best not be late, birdie. wouldn't want niall throwing a fit on our last night as students." harry snakes his arm around your shoulders, leaning close so only you can hear.
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serena hums to the tune playing from your mp3 player, mouth slightly open as she carefully applies mascara in front of your mirror.
the late evening light streams in, casting a warm glow on the two of you, and you can't help the grin tugging at the corners of your mouth.
eight months. eight months of adjusting, building friendships, and finding yourself.
after everything, you made it.
a mix of relief and joy settles in as you watch serena concentrate, her tongue poking out a little as she navigates the mascara wand.
