"Joe, can you take me to school tomorrow?" I ask, in a pleading voice to my brother. It shouldn't really be that hard for him to take me to school, as he has nothing better to do with his time.
"No." He answers bluntly, never taking his eyes off of his stupid games console. I leant against the doorway of his bedroom, rolling my eyes at his reply.
"Please?" I ask, dragging out the word to make it sound like I was really desperate. Well, I am.
"Why can't blabbermouth take you?" He replies, referring to my best- ...ex best friend Rosa.
I find it quite humorous how my brother and many other people call Rosa names, such as 'bigmouth' and 'blabbermouth'. Those words are the definition of Rosa.
"She's..." My voice trails off as I try to come up with an excuse as to why Rosa cannot take me to school. "Sick! Yeah, she's really sick." My brother gives me an uncertain look as if he does not believe me.
"Fine."
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"Hazel?" A voice says from behind me, in a questioning way. I turn around to see Niall, Harry's friend.
My brother had driven me to school, the whole way was spent in silence. It's weird how me and my brother don't really talk anymore, we used to be like two peas in a pod.
I had arrived to school, not knowing what to do. I had nobody, as sad as that sounds. Now that me and Rosa are not friends, I don't know who to talk to.
"Hey," I say awkwardly to Niall, sending him a half smile. I'm very surprised that he is actually talking to me, we aren't exactly the same kind of people.
"You look lost," He states, letting out a chuckle and I join in.
"I feel lost."
"You should come hang out with us," Niall suggests. I raise one eyebrow at him, as if to ask if he's being serious.
"Really?"
"Yeah, I'm sure Harry would want you to." Niall says, a smirk on his lips as he mentions Harry. I feel heat rising to my cheeks, I quickly look down at the floor trying to hide it.
"Where is he?" I ask, changing the subject. I'm quite surprised that Niall came over to me, and not Harry.
"Eh, he's always late." Niall shrugs his shoulders. I nod my head, understandingly. "Are you worried that we're too badass for you?" He asks, humour in his eyes.
"Yeah, that's what I'm worried about," I joke, rolling my eyes at Niall.
"Niall Horan!" A male voice yells from a far distance. I look around, trying to find the source of that voice. That's when my eyes land on him. He had light brown hair hair, and he was taller than Niall. That didn't surprise me, many people (Including me) are taller than Niall. The boy that stood in front of us was very tan, he had bright eyes that made him look friendly. He did not any any piercings whatsoever on his face, which was unlike his friend.
"Who's this pretty girl you're with?" The boy speaks, sending me a sly wink and I can't help but let out a little laugh.
"This is Hazel, and Liam." Niall says, pointing at the boy in front of us as he speaks his name, which I now know is Liam.
"The Hazel?" Liam raises his voice, as if he doesn't believe what Luke is saying. I furrow my eyebrows together in confusion, what is he talking about? Niall just gives a sly nod, a smirk on his lips.
"I'm confused,"
"You have to come and hang with us!" Liam states, as if I don't really have a choice. "Come on,"
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The bell that signalled for classes to start rang before I had the chance to meet who Niall and Liam hang out with. I'm a little intrigued and still surprised about the fact that Niall spoke to me, and he was nice.
I had maths first, which I would usually dread but now I sit next to Harry, which isn't bad at all. The last time I saw him, which was two days ago, we had kissed. Well, I kissed him. I want to talk to him about it, but it's too awkward to bring up in a conversation.
"Hey," Harry spoke, approaching the desk which I shared with him. I looked up to see his bright green eyes staring back at me, a smile filling his face which brought out his dimples. He wore a red plaid shirt and black skinny jeans. I'm surprised that he isn't dressed in all black like usual, even though he looks incredible dressed like this.
"You aren't late," I state, wondering why. A little part of me hopes that I am the reason as to why he didn't turn up late, but I know that's stupid.
"I know!" Harry smiles goofily, I can't help but smile back. Damn, his smile is infectious.
"I had a nice conversation with your friends earlier," I say as Harry pulls out the seat besides me, sitting down.
"Oh shit," He rolls his eyes, "Who?"
"Hm...well Niall asked if I wanted to hang out with you guys, and Liam forced me to hang with you guys," I explain to Harry, he replies with an adorable laugh.
"Well, what do you want to do?"
"I'd like to hang out with you...I mean, if you want me to,"
"Yeah, that's great!" Harry smiles, his dimples making another appearance. He proceeds to run a hand through his hair, making it even more messy than before.
Before I had the chance to say anything else to Harry, the teacher had begun talking. She spoke about something to do with quadratic equations. I wasn't paying much attention as I was too distracted by the boy sat next to me.
"Get on with the work on the board, no talking." The teacher finally stopped talking. I couldn't help but wonder if the last part of what she had said was directed towards me and Harry. The glare that I received from her moments later confirmed my assumption.
"What a bitch," Harry mutters under his breath. I want to laugh at his comment but I don't want to get in trouble again, I just smile to myself.
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It was soon time for the lunch break, which meant that it was time to meet Harry's friends. I left my history class with Liam, since he was in that class. I had moved seats to sit next to him because otherwise I would have been sat next to Ellen, one of Nessa's followers, and I really did not want to hear her talk about which nail polish would suit her or how she should wear her hair.
Liam is actually a pretty funny guy. The history teacher is very laid-back which meant that the class were allowed to talk, I also got to know Liam better. I have found out that he has a girlfriend called Emma, they have been together for almost a year now. Liam asked me for ideas on what to get her for their one year anniversary, I thought it was very sweet how worried he looked as he had not yet bought her anything.
"So, where do you hang out?" I ask Liam, once the bell has signalled for the end of the lesson. He begins to walk down the school hallways, I try to catch up with him.
"Just follow me,"
