Relief

Chapter six

P.S ALEX'S CHARACTER IS MIXED JUST THOUGHT I'D TELL YOU GUYS SO YOU CAN PICTURE HIM BETTER AS I DON'T HAVE A PERSON PICKED FOR HIM!

ENJOY!!

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*Lizzy's POV*

When I finally get home I feel exhausted;My first day of collage had gone okay. I was a little shaken up by seeing Zayn but Surprised that Ryann seemed to be taking it fine and not reacting much.

I make my way down the hallway to go take my make-up off and freshen up.

By the time Ryann entered the threshold popcorn was cooking in the microwave, coffee was brewing in the pot, We were about to watch a movie marathon on netflix to kick off collage, while pigging out with the fattiest foods we have in the house. 

After gathering up a giant pile of blankets and pillows we all snuggle up together to decide what movie to start with.

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~RYANN'S P.O.V~

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The rest of the day continued on in a 'first day of the year' kind of fashion. Science and English were boring, nothing exciting seemed to happened. That is until I arrived in architecture which was a whole new experience for me. I absolutely love the teacher. He was probably in his early thirties and was above average height. He was original and funny, he didn't care that it was the first day of school. He just wanted to have a good time, get to know he students, and explain the first topic he was lecturing on.

Which was "how architecture correlates into everything we do" . Let me tell you with a teacher like Mr. Daves you could never fall asleep. I really agree with my choice to major in architecture because I love it already! We have an essay on everything he spoke about today and it's due next Monday. It's also a bonus that he's like gorgeous, so that makes me pay even more attention in class. It may be bad to admit that, but at least it's helpful so who cares?

Thankfully, I don't have anybody in this class. No Harry, no Zayn, no one just me, my thoughts and Mr. Daves .

When I arrived back at the flat, I saw a huge pile if blankets all over the floor, which could only mean two things. One: A murderer came into our home, attacked Alex an Lizzy, then choked them to death with these blankets, robbed us, then left, leaving the bodies for me to find under those blankets. OR number two: It's movie night!

As I don't see anything missing I'm going to assume its number two. We haven't had a movie night in ages!

I call out "I'm home" and then wait for a reply. the only one I receive is Lizzy walking out of her room with a distressed look on her face. When I asked her about it she just brushed me off saying that she was fine, just tired and hungry. I was pretty confident that was not what was swimming around in that head of hers, but I'll ask her later. Right now it is time to escape from everyday reality and get lost in the problems of the surreal characters of the classic movie we decided on: Pirates of the Caribbean; the entire series.

After taking almost an entire hour, trying to get comfy, then someone getting up to pee or get more food or whatever, and having to get comfy again, we finally settled down and start the movie.

By the second movie I feel so fat from all the Oreos and ice cream I have eaten and I can feel my eyelids fluttering to fight the urge of falling. When the final scene closes I rush up from my spot on the couch and stretch, before walking hurriedly to the closest bathroom. As I enter the living room again I noticed I was the only one who managed to stay awake;so I shut off the television and throw a blanket over Lizzy, who was cuddled up next to Alex.