I'm really not a morning person.
I hate mornings.
I wake up and check my phone. It's the first thing I do in the morning after I finally manage to open my eyes. I have one unread message from Niall.
*No problem, you don't have to thank me. I would do it for you all over again because I care about you -Niall- *
Bullshit. They say they care about me but all they want is to get in my pants.
I put my black hair in a ponytail and wear my favorite blue jeans with white t-shirt that says " Queen" and a long heart necklacke. I chuckle at the irony of my shirt.
I rush downstairs and don't see my parents anywhere. Seriously, have they forgotten that they have a daughter.
I'm beginning to think that they have.
...
Shit, I'm late for my history class. I attempt to run, but fail when I crash into something.
Not something, but someone.
I fall down on my knees, whimpering. I look up so I can curse this person who is so blind. But well, of course it has to be the lovely Harry, who is smirking down at me.
"Always crashing into each others, aren't we," He winks at me, fluttering his eyelashes.
"Oh my god, can you move, I'm already late for my class" I groan, while I try to get up and walk. He grabs my wrist and turns me around to face him.
"What," I scream, way too loud.
"Wait, you dropped this." he says slowly. His voice is really deep and the way he talks, so slowly, makes it seem even deeper. I look at his hands, and it's a phone, but not my phone.
"That's not mine" I say and raise my eyebrows.
" I know, I just wanted to distract you, so that you'll surely be late for class"
I swear, I almost cussed him out when Jess appears, almost like out of nowhere.
"Harry-y" She whines and hugs him.
What the hell.
She turns around and hugs me too.
What is this, free hugs day?
As they began to talk, both ignoring me, I take off as fast as I can.
I apologize to the history teacher for being late and sit down in my usual place, receiving a frown from him.
" I like those jeans, they show more of your great ass," Says the jerk of all times, michevious but attractive Zayn.
He always has to comment on my ass. No matter, when or where we are.
"Shut up," I roll my eyes and open my book, finally getting something to distract me.
The teacher begins the history lecture. History was fun in my opnion, but the teacher was boring as hell.
Seriously, the teacher himself looks like he just popped out of the history books.
"Hey Lilly, I got a party tomorrow, wanna come?" Zayn whispers, gaining my attention.
"Party? why?" I tilt my head to the left.
"It's friday, do you need any other reasons?" He tilts his head, too, obviously mocking me.
" I don't know," I say quietly, so that the teacher won't hear me.
"Come on, I swear I won't do anything." He promised, refferring to the last time when he tried to kiss me.
I nod at him, making a smirk appear on his lips. Tomorrow's friday and I could use some distraction. I know that my parents won't be back until monday, so all I have to do is convince Mary.
That shouldn't be so hard.
My class ends and I run to the bathroom. I swear, if the class would've lasted any longer, I'd probably have peed myself.
I go to my other classes and finally the long school day is over. I wait by my car for Jess, she sent me a text and said she needed to talk to me.
I lean on my car, seeing her coming towards me, hand in hand with Harry. Are they together already? After one friking, date?
And she always says that I'm quick with guys.
" Lilly, why did you leave us, just like that in the morning?" Jess whines, her grip tightening around Harry's hand.
"Yeah, Lilly why," Harry speaks, in a high pitch voice that was meant to sound like Jess.
"Don't call me Lilly, only my friends can call me by that," I furrow my eyebrows together and cross my arms tightly.
"Okay, then I'll call you Lil."
Oh, no you don't.
You little shit.
As much as I wanted to say those things out loud, I can't. I can't because I know it will hurt Jess, because she apparently likes him.
"So what are you like, together now?" I ignore Harry's new nickname for me and look at Jess.
"Kinda, yeah." She looks at Harry and they both smile.
I can taste my vomit coming up, as they look at each others fluttering their lashes.
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