CHAPTER 12: NOT TO BRAG BUT YEAH, TRUTH SOUNDS GOOD SOMETIMES..
"Fuck hangovers," Harry growled, drinking his water unswervingly with two aspirins. I could never take that kind of migraine, heck, even my monthly torture would always be a pain in the ass if not in the head.
Okay, I don't make sense, just, forget it.
Niall came near the counter with his baggy shorts on, he was topless which was rather cute than hot with regards to the situation. He was rubbing his eyes grogily, his hair looked like he came from sex which I don't even find hot. Niall was just really.. well the cute Nialler.
"Good morning," I greeted him. He just gave me a sleepy smile which earned him a pinch on both his cheeks. Such a cute boy! He grumbled under his breath while fishing out a mug from the cupboard. Probably for coffee.
"Here, I've prepared you coffee," I handed him my mug. He took it with a grin.
"Why does Niall get a proper treatment?" Harry complained. He was waiting for the second round of coffee in the coffee maker.
"I thought that was your coffee?" Louis wondered. He looked hurt but for all I know, he was just making a face.
"I don't drink coffee. I get palpitations," I shrugged, "Oh and Harry, he gets a proper treatment because he's cute,"
All four boys stared at me like I've grown seven heads with snakes on them.
"What? Truth hurts I know," I made a 'tsk' sound with my tongue and winked at Louis. His hurt slash surprised expression turned into something I'm gonna regret soon enough.
It was his dark and stern eyes with his million dollar smirk on that usually disgusted me but now it's making my knees wobble. Which wasn't a good sign.
"Thanks Morgan," Niall muttered cheekily. I wish I could just use him as my human teddy bear. I bet he's also fluffy!
"Aww, anything for you cutie," I ruffled his hair. Oh my goodness, even his hair was just as cute.
Wait, are you supposed to find hairs cute? Well Niall's is, so I bet it's normal.
Right?
"So what's the plan for today?" Liam suddenly asked which reminds why they're here with us in the first place.
"Wait, why are you here again?"
"First: we missed Louis, of course and second: Lake kept bugging Zayn that we should check you guys out,"
Oh how thoughtful. But it's a good thing they came, if they didn't, Louis and I probably might be in an awkward situation 'till now.
"What about school?" Lake couldn't just skip school now, can she? Neither the boys.
"Oh, we took midterms ahead and viola! We passed," Harry announced proudly. Well that makes sense, but another concern came up my mind.
"What about me and Louis? We didn't take any special shit, how are we supposed to pass finals?" I suddenly got nervous. I never wanna miss out on school. It was never my genre. I'm a straight A student even if I don't study my ass out.
Not to brag but yeah, truth sounds good sometimes..
"Are you crazy? You're both like the gods of education. You don't need special shit," Harry exclaimed.
True that. But Louis? Was he really smart? Well, he looks like one.
"Yeah, so you don't really need to worry your ass out, Mrs. Tomlinson," Liam chided. I shuddered at how he called me Louis' freakin' last name. I still wasn't used to it.
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