Every Girls Dream

Chapter 8

*Emily's P.O.V.*

"Have you gone insane!" I raise my voice at Niall.

"I guess so! Just leave then if you think that!"

"Niall, I don't understand. Why would you ever think a seal is better than an otter?" I scold him like a mother does to their child."Otters are clearly the better sea mammal!"

"See that's where you are wrong Em... seals are smarter. You can train a seal to do tricks. I have never witnessed any otters doing tricks." Niall says for the billionth time since we got into the car. He looks back at the road waiting for my argument.

We were on our way over to Harry and Louis' flat. Ready for our extravagant movie night. Harry texted me again today reminding me of the time and making sure I didn't forget, and making sure I was definitely coming.  I don't know why he had the assumption that I lied to him last night and wasn't going to show up. That would just be rude.

Niall and I have spent the past 15 minutes of this car ride. Discussing which aquatic animal would be best served as a pet. I claim the otter, but Niall begs to differ with his talking of the 'magnificent seal', as he would call it. I mean who goes 'oh look at how cute that seal is! lets take him home as a pet!'? That's just not normal.

"Say whatever you want Niall, but otters are way cuter. Did you know that they link arms with their partners when they sleep, so they don't drift away from each other? That is so cute! Do seals do that? No! Because they are not as cute as Otters." I smirk knowing I had defeated him. "Besides... Otters are for sale online for only $5k." Niall laughs really hard at this. I look at him in confusion. What is he laughing about?

"Are you serious? You've researched all of that?" He laughs. I laugh at him because of his scrunched up face and crinkled eyes.

"Yes I actually have. I'm very serious about these types of things. Don't try me, Horan." I give him a stern glare. He looks over at me and back to the road laughing at me more.

"I didn't think you were serious. I apologize. What made you research otters anyways?" he questions me curiously.

"It's stupid really. Back in my Sophomore year of high school, me and my friends that I sat at lunch with, decided that we were going to buy an outrageously insane animal, and we would name him Bilbo. We would trade it off every week. We were determined crazy children." I giggle thinking back to how crazy we were. Always coming to haste decisions, but never fulfilling them.

I long for my old friends from back in America. Sure I love my new friends I have made living here, but I also miss the others. I crave the crazy conversations we used to have.

~flashback~

I groan, displeased with the woman who single-handedly tries to ruin my horrid life. She saunters across the ragged and frayed carpet of the dull colored room. Whenever she is in the presence of me, I cringe. I almost skipped class today once I found out she was subbing for chorus. Her name is Mrs. Peach.

"Girls! You have a problem with that note..." she administers, with her glasses hanging off the tip of her pointy nose, and her short gray hair pinned back on the sides.

"Oh we have a problem; it's just not the note..." Jess murmurs from beside me, loud enough for the rest of class to hear. Snickers sound in the rather large room. Anything we ever say goes right over her head. She continues criticizing our ‘careless mistakes’ as she would call them.

The bell signifying the end of 4th period sounds. Thankful groans escape the mouths of my fellow choir people. I step out into the crowd of hormonal teenagers, everyone always in a hurry. What's the big rush? Let’s run to class for no reason! People are so dumb to me... Being engulfed by the large mass of people as I roam the halls, I find my very much needed destination; lunch.

I jog to our booth to see the girls waiting there for me. "Thank Jesus, it's finally 5th period." I speak up,"I thought I was gonna die in there."

"Was Mrs. P in there today?" Beka pin points my frustration.

"Yaaaaassssssss," I groan. Everyone just laughs, and two girls turn around and stare at me weirdly. I just gave them one of those glares like 'that's right bitch I'm fabulous. Now mind your own damn business'. They turned back quickly. I laughed to myself. They most likely are afraid of me. Oh the irony! I couldn't hurt a fly! I just like to mess with people.

"I don't know about you guys, but I'm about to eat this table if I don't get food in me like right now." I exaggerate. I'm starved! I haven't eaten in 30 min. I need my nutrition to stay in shape!

After 15 minutes of standing in line, we finally get back to the booth, food in hand.

"Maddie you’re in. Connor you’re out." Kaisha states randomly. We constantly choose whom we want to have in our group of friends. It's a joke that we have come accustomed to, and is quite funny to endure.

"What? Whyyyy," Connor wines.

"Cause you’re not cool enough lil-c-money."

"But I'm a PIMPPP" she wines again, but her voice going up like 10 octaves.

"Connor you haven't even said a swear word once in your life. You cannot take the title of a pimp. You have to earn it." Frankie informs.

"But how! I invented pimp-pong." She screams. I start laughing, and then chocking on my water. And then I laugh even harder, remembering the time Connor had volunteered at the YMCA to help out with the middle school night. She ended up spending the night playing ping pong with college African American guys, she then renamed ping-pong, pimp-pong. I died when she told me this. If there's one thing to know about Connor.... it’s that she is one of those quiet and supper nice girls, that don't say stuff like that at all. That's what made it so funny.

"Ratchetry classes, that's how. We will have classes to help you with this major issue." Kat decides. Connor holds up her pinky as we giggle. The hand sign meaning ratchetry.

~End of flashback~

"We're here" Niall frees me from my thoughts.

We both climb out of the car, and walk up to the front door. I knock a steady beat on the wood, waiting for someone to hurry and open the door. I can become very demanding at times. I knock again becoming impatient. Niall just chuckles from behind me.

I look back at him and glare, and the door flings open. I'm knocked off my feet by a 100 lb weight.

"You're HEREEEEE!" Louis exclaims.

"Can't breathe" I gasp out.

Louis stands quickly offering me a hand. I take it willingly, wanting to get off the ground.

"Good lord Lou. Now I'm deaf" I joke holding my ears in mocking pain. That kid’s got a hell of a lung.

"WHAT?! I CAN'T HEAR YOU!" he yells. We just laugh at each other. "Let's get inside before the neighbors call the cops on us" I agreed and we entered the flat, me just realizing Niall had already walked in ahead of us.

Once in the entrance of the house I'm attacked in a group hug by El, Dani, and Perry. I enjoy their presence until I am ripped away from their finger by a large pair of hands, Harry. He gives me a bone crushing hug, and holds me for a few seconds longer, letting the hug linger. When we pull away I give him a smile, and he grins at me, his dimples showing.

"Hey Haz," I say.

"Em I thought you guys would never make it," He chuckles. 

"Well we're here," I inform him.

"Let the parrtaaayyyyy begin!" He exclaims as he drags me to the livingroom, me laughing histarically the entire way.

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