The new kid

967 49 8
                                    

"I hate to see a guy who insults a girl or is bad with her, immediately I think she would be better with me." ~ Niall Horan

***

"Remember Niall to always pay attention in class!" My mom said threw the window as she drove off.

I sighed and turned around to be seeing a really beautiful university. The big sign that said "WELCOME TO HOLMES CHAPEL UNIVERSITY," across the building, seeing all the clubs trying to get peoples to attention, all the cheerleaders, seeing nerds reading there books in the grass, all the bad boys smoking, goths doing random things, and last but not least the football team kicking the balls. That curly head is kinda cute I might say.

I held my two bags on my hands and walked inside to get my schedule and room key.

"Hello welcome to Holmes Chapel University how may I help you," They lady said typing away on the computer.

"Uh, I'm Niall, Niall Horan. Im new," I said.

She took off her glasses and looked at me up and down.

"Oh your the new kid," She said very tiredly. She put her glasses on and typed away on the computer then stopped. "Here's your room key and there's your schedule." She said getting this paper out of this file and then handing me my room key.

I said a short "thank you," Then look at my key.

Number 24, can't want to see my new room mate.

--

I walked threw the hallway and tried to find room 24. I knew I should of told her where the room was.

I sighed in frustration and turned around. Someone bumped into me and I almost fell down.

"Watch where your going." I heard this deep husky voice. It was that guy who was playing football outside. But know he has his varsity jacket on.

"I'm sorry I didn't look where I was go-"

He took a step closer to me. "No, next time you bump into me your gonna get it." He whispered in my ear. I shivered from his hot breath. He then pushed me a little then left me standing.

Sometimes I don't get boys.

--

Sorry it's short! I haven't slept yet and it's 7 am. I'm a rebel.

.x :)

Senior Year (Narry)Where stories live. Discover now