Senior Year *Niall Horan AU*

Introduction

One hundred and seventy-five days in a school year. One hundred and seventy-five excruciating days consisting of waking up early, and attending classes with idiotic bastards. And guess what? This is only day one.

My phones alarm clock screeches loudly next to me and straight into my ear. My hand blindly reaches for it, swiping the pad of my index finger across the glass screen to silence the noise. I sit up, propping myself up with my elbows.

I hear my step-mom walking quickly down the hallway towards my room. "Jourdan?" I groan in response, my mouth creating a noise almost inhuman, to allow her to know I was awake. She opened my door slowly and stepped in with a small plate of toast "I made breakfast for you, honey!" She said setting it down on my lap. I looked down at the plate of crisped bread with drowsy eyes. "Wow, make sure to tell me when your cookbook comes out."

She frowned at my responce. I have nothing against my step-mom, honestly. She was really nice. Really, really nice. In fact that's the problem. She tried to hard to be nice to me. And I mean, I try my hardest to be really, really nice back. But as you can clearly tell; that's just not me. "Well, eat your toast and start getting ready for school." She requested lightly, turning around and padding out of my room, while quietly questioning "Maybe I'll try eggs tomorrow?" Half to herself, half to me.

Just as I crawled out of bed and hobbled towards the shower my step brother Liam raced into the bathroom. He was a year younger than me, but just as sarcastic- we got along much better than other siblings.

"ME FIRST PLEASE!?" Even though he used his 'manners' (which his mom insisted he used when speaking with my father and I), there was no way in hell I was showering in cold water the first day of my senior year. "THE FUCK YOU ARE!" I pushed him out, hearing him groan and stomp down the hallway like a child. He's seventeen, but I swear he acts like a damn five year old a majority of the time. I laugh to myself, the cloud of exhaustion finally starting to lift.

I let myself relax under the hot water, 'this is going to be a long ass school year' I think to myself letting a dramatic sigh fall out my mouth.

Only one hundred and seventy-five days left.