Give Me Love | n.h

Chapter 3: Birthdays

Friday finally came an I couldn't be more happy. After a week of putting up with professors and snobby students, I can finally rest.

This has been the most tiring week I've been through. I didn't know that college was like this; it was almost like high school but worse.

I would always see a few girls glaring daggers at me whenever I was around any of the frat boys and that kind of made me uncomfortable.

I wouldn't mind if they talked behind my back though, I've been through worse, but sometimes I just felt like either punching them or running as far away from them as I possibly can.

I was never really the type to have many friends; Harry had always been my best friend and whoever he chooses to be his friends, automatically becomes my friends as well.

I'll admit, it's kind of sad that I didn't have my own group of friends, but I find it hard to trust anyone without Harry by my side.

Anyway, I've been hearing a lot about this massive party happening at the frat house tonight and I couldn't help but feel left out.

I've spent most of my time at that house yet no one bothered to tell me anything about it.

I saw Harry appearing from somewhere, walking a few feet from me as I ran up to him.

"Hey," I grinned as he flinched. I figured he was in deep thought whilst walking; he did that a lot.

"Fuck Sage, you're going to give me a heart attack," he says and I cringed at the sound if my middle name. He found it amusing how I reacted to my middle name.

"You're such a drama queen," I rolled my eyes at him, "Anyway, what's this about a party at the frat house? And why didn't you tell me about it?"

"Because you're not going," he casually says.

"Why not?" I halted in our tracks and Harry did the same as I crossed my arms over my chest.

"Because you get into so much trouble," he says.

"If this is about Niall, I swear-"

"It is," he cuts me off, "It's his birthday,"

"Then why won't you let me go? I thought we were over this shit?" I asked him. I didn't need his approval to go to this party, he knew I would go whether he liked it or not.

"Because," he shrugged.

"I thought so," I smirked, "Anyway, I'm going and you're taking me to the mall to buy him a present,"

"What? No," he shook his head, "That's bullshit, no one gives a twenty year old frat leader a present for his birthday,"

"Well I want to give him one and you're helping me," I say stubbornly. I felt like giving Niall something for his birthday, for all I know, no one will probably give him one today.

Harry stayed quiet for a moment before huffing, "Fine, but no drinking tonight and no shenanigans with boys,"

I rolled my eyes at him, "Yes, Father," I bit back my laugh at his choice of words and walked with him over to his car.

After 15 minutes of driving, we finally reached the mall. I don't know what to get for Niall, but I was hoping I could find one soon. I don't want to attend his party empty handed.

"What are you even getting him? Seriously, most college boys just get laid for their birthdays," Harry says as we enter a shop.

"Would you rather me give him that?" I raised my left eye brow at him. Of course, I was kidding. I would never give myself to someone just for their pleasure. But Harry didn't know that, and if he was going to be like this the whole time we're in search of Niall's present, I'm going to lose it.