No Interruptions

Chapter Six

Chapter Six

The next morning I woke up earlier than usual, which I was frankly not happy about, but it wouldn’t have done me any good to go back to sleep. So I rose, knowing that I had a good two hours before my first class of the day and I had time for a run. So I grabbed my things, got dressed quickly and threw my hair up into a ponytail. I let my headphones dangle around my neck as I made my way into the hallway. There were only a few girls up at this hour, mostly looking like zombies or in a rush to finish their papers. I waved hello to a few friendly girls, and shut the door on my way out.

I started my music, letting it blare into my ears. I stretched on the sidewalk for about a minute, warming up before I started off on my jog. I caught myself staring at the frat house across the street, glaring at it. I bent in half to stretch my hamstrings, and when I looked up I knew I couldn’t look away.

Lizzy was coming out of the front door, squinting into the sun and shielding her eyes with her hand. Her hair was sticking up all over the place, her dress riding up and falling down. Makeup was smeared all over her face, and it looked like she’d been crying. She said no words to Niall, who was standing behind her in the doorway, shirtless and blinking sleepily. She only stormed down the steps before making her way down the road. I rolled my eyes, beginning my run.

An hour later I arrived back at the house, sweating and out of breath. I pulled my earbuds out and started to do my cool-down stretches, unaware of the boys filing out of the house. There were only four of them, one being Niall, obviously going to classes. I heard him call out to me before I saw him. “Lookin’ good, sweetcheeks!” He shouted across the street, and I could hear the smirk in his voice. “Shove it up your ass, Horan!” I shouted back, retreating inside the house.

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I arrived at class with Harry by my side, discussing plans for the concert coming up this Saturday. I was trying-unsuccessfully-not to freak out over it, and he could tell. “You’ll be fine. Lou said that you might even get to meet them.” He winked, and I felt myself pale. “That…I’ll cry, Harry. I will absolutely die.” I said, and he laughed at me, reaching to open the door for me. I thanked him, and we took our seats, Harry now on my left side, Sam to be sitting on my right. 

The hall slowly filled up as Harry and I talked, Sam soon arriving and coming up to us. She’d heard about the concert that we were going to, so we started talking about that. “I cannot believe that Lou knows them. I’m going to freak out.” She said, letting out a breath and staring forward. “I know right. Just think of Ashton up there, banging on his drums…” I said, not paying attention to the weird look Harry was giving me. “And Mikey with his crazy hair killing me with his dancing. I don’t think I’ll be able to make it through this concert.” She said, and I nodded my head in agreement. “You girls are so weird.” He said, and we both looked at him. “We know about your little crush on Luke, as well, so don’t act all high-and-mighty.” I said, and a blush crept onto his face…along with a smirk. “Okay. Just don’t tell Lou or he won’t let me go.” 

Just as the teacher walked in, Niall, Zayn, and Liam all plopped down in their respected seats behind us. I tensed and leaned forward, putting as much distance between us as I could. I flipped through my notebook for a clean page as Mrs. Boer brought up a powerpoint on the history of polaroids, grabbing a pink pen to start notes. I was in the middle of writing the first bullet when a folded up piece of paper landed on the desk beside me. 

Glancing behind me to see Niall staring at the projection, chewing on his bottom lip but otherwise not even paying attention, I knew it was from him. I sat back and unfolded it, skimming over the words. ‘Still no glasses, i see? x’. I rolled my eyes, clicking my pen before replying. 'Wouldn't want you to get your panties in a twist in the middle of a lecture, now would we?' I scribbled, then reached behind me to ‘stretch’, dropping it on his table.