Most Days ||n.h

Jasmin

"Oh hey! I thought you were.. Never mind. It's great to meet you!" I exclaim happily with a smile. I stick out my hand which she obviously can't take with all the stuff in her hands. "Oh let me help you!" I say quickly reaching for her bag. She hands it over.

"Thanks." she says with a huge smile.

"Are you alone?" i ask glancing over her shoulder.

"Oh yeah. My parents work a lot and i have my own car." Cool, that might come in handy. If she likes me and i end up liking her she could give me a ride every now and then. I'm not saying i would mooch off of her. I would just take advantage of a situation. My parents said they would start looking into getting me my first car, used of course. Niall offered to buy me a car for my birthday. Any make, any model, any price. I refused, saying the media would take it as me scamming off my boyfriend and only loving him for the money.

Upon telling him this Niall took me to the nearest bank and changed two hundred dollars into one dollar bills and proceed to throw them at me periodically throughout the rest of our day together. He had claimed when we first got to the bank he was just exchanging some bills for later, but really he just wanted to throw money at me. Smiling i touch the necklace around my throat that Niall gave me so long ago. I wear it everyday. I've hardly taken it off in over a year. Jasmin and i lug her suitcases into our room. "Oh nice. It's bigger than i expected." Jasmin said with a huge smile.

"Yeah." i reply cheerily smiling back. We talk very little as we lug in all her stuff. We place all kitchenware marked boxes just inside the entrance so we can unpack them later. She's brought a TV with her and her older brothers playstation.

"He has two. This one is the less broken of the two." she tells me as she brings it out winking. I don't know how to respond so i just smile and nod. She has netflix set up on it and brought video games. Mostly shooting ones and there's a zombie one that looks pretty interesting. She is a little appalled when i tell her i haven't played much. Niall tried getting me into video games but i was bad at them and always died before i got too far. He said i would get better with time and even tried to buy me a couple gaming systems and all the necessary games. Well all the games he thought would be necessary for the complete experience. "Oh I will definitely be getting you into this game. You'll be golden by the time we get out of school" she says brightly stacking up the games in one of the cubies of the TV dresser.

"Ok." i reply with a smile though i highly doubt it. We head back into our room after that and begin to talk while we unpack. Well she talks. I mostly listen. I learn that she's not from around her. She actually comes from San Francisco and has only been to L.A a couple of times and hasn't seen much of the city at all. She tells me about her family and rants about her older brother and mom. She loves her dad to death but he's over protective and she's scared to bring guys home because of it. Her favorite color is pink and mint chocolate chip ice cream is her favorite.

That's all i got that is. She said a lot more but she was talking so quickly and saying to many things at once that it all sort of blurred together for me. She breathed out happily as she finished placing the sheets on her bed. "I'm sorry i don't think i ever got you name. I talk to much sometimes." she says dropping down onto her bed.

"It's Sarah. Nice to meet you." i say smoothing out my quilt. She smiles stands and sticks out her hand.

"Nice to meet you as well." she says politely. I shake her hand and smile before refocusing on emptying my boxes of clothes. Jasmin is staring at me as i shove one hand into my pocket and toss my cellphone onto my bed.

"Something wrong?" I question arching an eyebrow. She cocks her head and furrows her eyebrows curiously.

"Have we met before?" she asks. Oh dear god please not let her be a One Direction fan! Please don't let her recognize me!

"Yeah we met like two minutes ago and like half an hour ago when you walked in." Jasmin rolls her eyes at the obvious answer.

"No i meant before. Like before today. You look familiar." she steps closer analyzing my face like she might find some hidden secret there and i really hope I'm not wearing I'm Niall's, from One Direction, girlfriend face. "You look so familiar." i try not to look scared or nervous so i just shrug.

"Maybe i just have one of those faces. I've never met you before today." i reply evenly. Turning around i go through the clothes in my box shifting them around as i put them away. Jasmin continues to stare but eventually shrugs. Sighing in relief and relaxing my shoulders i begin to place things in my drawer and on hangers before placing them in the closet. I hear the rustle of something be unrolled behind me. Turning a find Jasmin unrolling a giant poster of One Direction. "Oh wow." i breathe out staring at it.

"Oh. I'm sorry. Forgot to ask. I think i mentioned it but do you like them? I can keep it down if you like Sara." she tells me staring at the half unrolled poster in her hands.

"Oh no. It's.. Well it's fine. I like them actually. It's just.. Wow. Big poster." i murmur continuing to stare at it. Jasmin beams.

"Bought it cheap too. Which one's your favorite. I'm more of a Liam girl but Zayn is really fucking hot as well." I grin and almost laugh.

"Well umm Niall. Niall's my favorite." i tell her pointing at my large poster boyfriend whose blonde hair is styled to perfection and whose blue eyes seem to stare straight through me.

"He's a cute one. You'd look great together!" Jasmin exclaims excited that i like the band she's obviously obsessed with. You have no idea. "Hmm?" Oh god. Did i say that out loud?

"Nothing! did i say something? Sorry. Only child. I talk to myself a lot." i say recovering quickly. Jasmin grins.

"I know what you mean. I'm an only child as well." i nod my head and smile. At least we have things in common. She likes One Direction I'm dating someone from One Direction. "So are we going to that Hello Come Meet Everyone Dance?" Jasmin questions. We. Plural. Not singular.

"Umm is it really called that? Bit lame." Jasmin starts to laugh.

"No it's not actually called that. I'm just calling it that. I forget the name. I think there's a theme, maybe." she shrugs. "Anyways are we going?" i purse my lips and stare at the piles of boxes around us.

"I don't know. We should finish unpacking." i say lightly. Jasmin rolls her eyes.

"We're going." she says confidently.

"Well why ask if you already knew the answer?" she laughs and doesn't respond. Did i just agree to go to a dance? Fuck. I hate dancing.