No Interruptions

Chapter Twelve

**ALMOST FORGOT THIS!! SMUT WARNINGGGGGG**

Chapter Twelve 

I was currently walking around campus with both Niall and Harry in my wake, cameras in our hands while they acted like idiots. We had been assigned a project; photograph from perspective. We were the only group of three out of the whole class, because she wanted us each to photograph different things around the university in our own views—tell the same story in different ways. 

"Okay, what are we supposed to be taking pictures of next?" Harry asked, and I shrugged, turning to Niall. "You have the list right?" I asked him, and he froze. "Uhhhhh.."

"NIALL!" Harry and I said at the same time, and he jumped back. "What?" He fired back, and I rolled my eyes. "You have huge pockets with nothing in them and you’ve lost the list?!" I asked, and he huffed a sigh. "I do so have stuff in my pockets! I have my phone, my wallet, my cigarettes-" "You smoke?" I interrupted, and his eyebrows rose. "Yeah, why, you into bad boys with a smoking problem?" He asked, and I rolled my eyes, stepping away and ignoring Harry’s giggle.

"Okay, point taken. Well, I think that we should go find that tree, you know, the one that looks like it came out of the Lion King." Harry said, and Niall and I shrugged before following behind him, making the long walk to a giant tree that indeed looked like it belonged in Africa. As soon as we got there, Niall dropped onto his belly, camera poised.

"That’s not fair!" I said, stomping my foot like a three year old. "Ha ha!" He laughed, sticking his tongue out and snapping away from a lower angle. They both knew that was my favorite way to shoot, because the picture just looked incredibly interesting. I crossed my arms over my chest, and he rolled his eyes. "Get over it. Shoot from a different spot." He said, and continued taking pictures.

I was wracking my brain, stepping from side to side and forward and backwards. Harry was upclose, shooting through branches and all kinds of stuff. Suddenly an idea popped into my mind, and Niall stood to his feet, looking through pictures. “Can I get on your shoulders?” I asked him, walking up.

He gave me a funny look. “What for?” He asked, and I pointed up high. “I wanna get it from a high point of view, and I’m short. Pleeeeease?” I begged when he looked like he was about to say no. He heaved a dramatic sigh, and I squealed in happiness. “Yay!” I said, and he crouched down.

It was a struggle to climb up on his shoulders, but we managed and he wrapped his arms around my legs as I started snapping pictures. “Can you get just a bit closer. Like by the rail of the bridge.” I asked. “Yeah.” He said, making his way over. After I was finsihed, he mimed like he was going to drop me, and I squealed before pulling on his blonde quiff. “Ouch!” He shreiked, and I whacked him on his head. “Don’t do that!” I said, and he laughed. “Okay, okay, I won’t. Here, get down.” He said, pulling me over to one side and letting me slide down to his hip. I panicked and clung to him like a Koala. “You are ridiculous.” He giggled, and I grinned up at him as I slid down his leg.

As we walked around shooting different popular landmarks, we ran into Zayn and Liam, who’d just gotten back from eating Subway. At the mention of it, Niall’s stomach rumbled like an earthquake, and he then dragged Harry and I to eat with him. I just sat and reviewed my pictures while the two of them wolfed down their food, occasionally stealing a chip from Niall’s bag.

That was when my phone rang. With a person I wished would just leave me alone.

I could feel the blood drain from my face, blanching, and I just stared at the screen for a seconds too long before I swallowed and rose from my seat. “Where ya goin?” Niall asked, his mouth full of sandwhich. “Phone call.” I mumbled, my heart thumping rapidly against my chest as I pushed open the door, sliding the green button and pressing the phone to my ear.