Picture Imperfect (Niall Horan)

7 - Cassie

7-Cassie

A few days ago I went to the movies with Zayn and Niall. Zayn was really funny and we had a great time. Throughout the movie Niall kept glaring at us. Maybe he doesn't like me too much? I don't know, he seems really sweet and he's cute so I just thought he was having a bad day. Zayn and I have grown close in a very short amount of time. He's so attractive and funny and really sweet. I'm glad I met him. I actually like him quite a bit. Hopefully he doesn't have a girlfriend. I think that I would have met her by now if he did.

Anyway, it's Friday already. The weeks are going my so quickly! This morning the boys left to go to England to drop their fourth album, and they will be gone for about a week. Marley stayed here, wanting to spend some time with her sister, Violet. Violet is pregnant and due in three weeks. Marley told me she didn't want to be away from Louis, but her sister needs her more than ever. Violet recently moved back in with her parents after being away for two years. It's a long story, and for as long as I have known the Pennington's, they have never spoken about it. They're like a second family to me.

Now, as I sit in my American History class, my phone buzzes in my pocket. When I look at the screen, I see I have a text from an unknown number. It says, 'hey it's Zayn, Marley gave me your number :D'. I smile and text him back with a simple, 'hey (:'. My stomach forms butterflies and I already miss his smile.

In class we are assigned partners to write a ten page essay about the development of America's government within the past three hundred years that is due in a week. I groan. How am I supposed to do this in a week? My partner walks over and sits down next to me. Her hair is brownish-red and in soft waves. She is pretty, and seems nice.

"Hi, my name's Lauren," she says, giving me a smile.

I return it. "I'm Cassie. Are you a sophomore?"

"Yes, but I am a transfer student. Last year I went to The University of Kentucky but this school offered me a scholarship for my gymnastics."

"Wow." I raise my eyebrows. "That's amazing, congratulations." She looks like she would be a gymnast, her body shows it.

"Thanks. How old are you?"

"I'm a sophomore too. I'm turning twenty-one in Decemeber."

"So am I!" Lauren smiles at me. I really like her. "What's your major?"

"I am studying photography and Journalism."

"Wow, that's great!"

"Thanks, what's yours?"

"Gymnastics," she laughs. Of course. If this school is giving her a full ride she must be amazing. Lauren takes out her notes and laptop. It's loud in the room and class is over so I don't know why we're staying here. "I think we should get right to work on this paper. I think it'll be a killer."

"I agree," I say. "Did you want to get out of here? We could go to my place and work on it. I have a few ideas already."

"Sure," Lauren nods. We pack up our things and leave. "I'll drive myself and follow you to your house. I can only stay about an hour and a half since I have gymnastics at six."

I like her already. Normally I don't to have people over but I really want to get this assignment out of the way, I already have that project for Photography that I haven't exactly been on top of. I give her a nod and she follows me in her car as I drive home. When I get out of the car in my driveway, she is standing there next to her car with her jaw dropped.

"You... live here?" She gapes.

"Um, yeah," I say awkwardly, stuffing my hands in my back pockets. "Let's go inside."