3 Months With H.S.

Chapter 2

Bri POV

I sat down and turned on the TV. Mom had left tea on the counter and I sat on the couch with it. Halfway into Full House I got a text from Gemma.

^Come over tomorrow? No Gerald's, swear.^

I laughed at the image of Gemma and Kylie with hangovers and replied:

^Yeah, that stuff gets to your head. I kissed Harry and liked it.^

I got laughing emojis in response and I locked my phone. I felt a small buzz in the back of my head and knew that terrible headaches were to come.

Gemma POV

"Let's not go drinking again. Ever." I persuaded Kylie.

"I agree," she said.

The minute I threw myself on the couch, Bri replied to my text.

^All right, I need to see what happens to DJ after Stephanie rats her out... bye.^

"Bri again?" Kylie asked.

"Yeah, she's watching Full House. She's coming over tomorrow by the way."

"Here?"

"I guess."

She nodded and threw popcorn into her mouth. I jumped up at the sound of someone entering the house. "Kylie!" an Irish accent shouted.

"Niall, oh my god! We have 3 months ahead of us!" she said, running into his arms.

"Hey, Gemma, how's it been between you two?"

"It's been great!"

A tall boy with brown hair hopped out of Niall's truck. He ran up to the door with a giant grin on his face. "Hey, I'm Niall's friend, Preston, I'm going to football camp with him next Tuesday."

"Hi, Preston," we said at the same time.

"Kylie and I are going to zoo camp with Bri next Wednesday. Harry's going too."

"Yeah, he told me about that! You two seem more excited, though," Niall laughed.

"Oh, Harry! I think I know him from the time Niall and I went to the McDonald's in Biker Plaza," Preston added.

"Well come in, Kylie made popcorn!" I motioned.

The two boys grabbed bags of popcorn and stuffed handfuls in their mouths. "That reminds me, Harry told me Bri drunkenly kissed him," Niall said. The snitch!

"He said he wouldn't tell anybody about Gerald's!" Kylie spat.

"Guys, I've got no one to tell. Neither does Preston." he filled his mouth with more popcorn.

"Did Jillian go?" Preston asked.

"...Yeah, why?" I asked.

"No reason," he replied and ate more of the extremely buttery popcorn.

What was that..? I turned on the TV and the NFL was on, the Seahawks against us.

"Shit, we're against Seattle? We're screwed," Niall said.

"Dude, they won the super bowl by a landslide back in 2014. The Broncos just kinda had a brainfart or something," Preston explained, pulling at his hair to explain a brain fart.

I pulled Kylie onto my lap and the Seahawks kicked off. After 15 minutes of watching our defense, a commercial came on and Preston got a FaceTime request.

"Who is it?" Niall asked, stabbing open a pack of peanuts.

"Jillian," Preston said, answering his phone.

Niall's familiar laughter filled the area and he poured the package of peanuts into a fresh bag of popcorn.

If anything, I would rather date Niall than Harry. I was drunk when I kissed him, and he thought it was real so he was let down. He doesn't like me, that's for sure, he likes Cathy, who is two grades below him and basically a "tumblr girl".

Preston facetimed Jillian until the game came back on. "Umm, bye," he said. A hint of a red shade was shown in his cheeks.

"Preston!" Kylie squeaked.

"What?" he answered, locking his iPhone.

"You like Jillian!"

"So?"

"It's adorable!"

"So? People like people all the time, and some end up dating. For example, you and Gemma, Louis and Hayle, Niall and his food," Preston joked. His arm reached for Niall's popcorn and he swatted his arm away.

"You can call me out for eating a lot, but at least I have the metabolism of Usain Bolt," Niall said, poking Preston's exposed stomach, which was fit but not ripped.

"Couples are annoying," Niall exclaimed.

"Is that so, Niall?" Kylie laughed.

He threw popcorn at me and I stuck my tongue out at him. "Really though, you and Jillian would be so cute," I stated.

Preston looked at the ground but smiled. Niall elbowed him and Preston attempted to steal more food from him. "You will get slapped!" Niall said, embracing the bag of now assorted foods.

Harry POV

^Hey Styles, party this Tuesday. Coming?^

Zayn texted me. Zayn Malik isn't the type of guy who would get into college, or finish high school. He'd rather throw parties at his apparently very careless uncle's mansion and invite all these assholes who I don't know. They are pretty fun if beer pong is involved. My team always wins.

^Yeah^

It's only Friday night, I have the entire weekend to try and get Bri to go.

^Cool, Cathy's coming, is that ok?^

I used to date Cathy, it was more of a weird "how about I hold your hand in public and tell you I love you" thing.

^Fine.^

Right when he replied, I remembered the zoo camp BS I had to go to. Dammit. I rolled my eyes and decided on ditching the 3 girls. I'll be sick that day.