Hidden Love || n.h.

Chapter 15

OLIVIA'S POV:

"Niall?" I say, confused. He stumbled in and looked up at me, and his eyes were bloodshot. He was drunk.

"Babeeeeeeee." he slurred, and wrapped his arm around my waist. He leaned in to kiss me, but I pushed him away gently. I don't want him drunk-kissing me, besides, I can smell the alcohol from here.

"Niall stop. You're drunk." Harry warns, and pulls Niall away from me. I nod, thanking Harry and back up a few feet from drunk Niall.

"Whyyyy?" Niall whined, and I sighed.

"You need to go to sleep. We can talk in the morning." I order, and Niall huffs and crosses his arms, like Harry did the night before.

"No." he spits, and Harry frowns.

"Livi, I think you should go home now. I'll deal with Niall." he suggests, narrowing his eyes at Niall.

"Okay." I say quietly. I shove my phone in my pocket and grab my purse, and leave the room silently.

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HARRY'S POV:

"Niall, why'd you get drunk?" I ask him.

"I was tursty." he says like a little boy.

I roll my eyes. "Just go to bed."

"I'm not tired yet!" He yelled, and I took a step back.

What? He's pounded my face in once before, even though he's drunk now, I'm not taking the chances.

"What did you do when you were gone?" I ask Niall, and he looks at his feet.

"OH MY GOD!" he screams, and I rush over to him

"What? What happened?"

"My... my.. my thumb..." he whispers, petting his clenched fist, "It's.... gone...."

I rolled my eyes and huff. "You're retarded."

Niall shoots me a glare. "Am not!" be protests, and then his eye roll into the back of his head, and he falls over, snoring.

OLIVIA'S POV

"Olivia!" Noelle screams, "Get up now!"

I shoot up and groan. "Whyyyy?"

"You're going to be late for class!"

My eyes widen at the word late. Oh shit.

"My exam is today!" I scream, throwing my hands in the air. Noelle flinches and I throw on some jeans and a hoodie. I squish my ginormous feet into my Converses and brush my hair and teeth.

I dash down the stairs, grabbing my phone and purse. I don't even bother yelling a goodbye, I was going to be late for my final cooking exam.

I double check to make sure I have the copy of the recipe in my purse and drive way over the speed limit to school. I was just thankful that it was too early for cops to chase me-- let alone be on duty.

I park my car sloppily and run into school. My stomach growls from me skipping breakfast, I was going to regret that majorly.

I run through the halls of the culinary school, pushing down people who were in my way, including a few professors. Pfft, at least they were my professors.

I dash into my classroom and sit in my seat just as the bell rings.

"Class," Professor Jibbly speaks, (yes, his name is Professor Jibbly-- he's really fat and has a French accent) "Today, as you all should know, is your final exam for the quarter."

We all nod in agreement, and he grabs papers from his desk. He passes them out, and clears his throat.

"You may grab a pencil and your supplies, and begin your exam. Good luck."

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Sorry for shortness, I once again updated on my damn iPod.

Uhhhh yeahhh uhhhh bye.

~Melea (brudds go update ily to the moon and back)