Hopeful In London (1D Fanfiction Sequel to Trapped In London)

20. Too Soon

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I've decided every Friday I'll update, due to insaneness of Cross Country, Tennis, and soon high school! >< I'll update every Friday, and any other day I get a chance. Gah!! Also. THANK YOU FOR GETTING TRAPPED IN LONDON TO ALMOST 7K READS. 6,800 as I am typing this. This is brilliant! Thank you. c:

~Maggie xx

Maggie's POV

"Five… More.. Minutes…" I mumbled, flailing my arm at whoever was touching me. 

"Shit!"  

"No… Go away…"

"Throw that!"

"I don't want to wake up…."

"Then.. Go back to sleep!" 

"Fine! I'll get up…"

I raised my head, seeing Taylor and Meghan looking innocently at me, grumbling, I instinctively touched my hand to my face, a small smear of black on my hand.

"Meh," I grumbled, flopping back down onto the pillow.

"I thought you'd take that a little worse," Meghan shrugged, standing up and tossing the marker towards Taylors desk.

We had spent the night at her house, mainly because we still needed to have girl time every now and then.

"Wait.. Weren't Danielle and Freya here?" I raised my head back up, not seeing them anywhere.

"Yeah. but they're good girlfriends and went out to breakfast with the boys," Taylor leaned back, and I rolled my eyes, my common sense and thoughts draining back into my thoughts.

"Time?"

"Three," 

I shot up. 

"Holy shit what's today?" 

"The uh… 18th," Meghan said, putting her phone back down.

"F*ck,"

"What?" 

"Remember how I said that I liked kids…?"

"Yeah, like last week," Taylor answered, nodding slowly.

"I  signed up to work a class at three o'clock.. down at the Highschool for them," I flicked my hair out of my eyes. "Exact time?"

"You have exactly thirteen minutes, so get your ass into gear," Meghan shot at me, rolling her eyes as I shot out of the sleeping bag and began to get ready. Hair, ponytail. Make-up, I own a car,  Clothes, wtf do teachers wear? Jack Wills Tee and jeans, Sure. WHy not.  

"I'm taking the last donut!" I called, hurling myself down the stairs and snatching it as I went. 

"Hey! That's mine!!" I heard Niall call from the living room, but I slammed the door and was gone. 

As I got in the car I started my make-up, driving as quickly as I could. The Highschool was about 5 minutes away. I got 'dis. And who cares if I'm late anyway?

Taylor's POV

"… She is aware that that was Nialls donut.. Right?"

"Oh who cares," Meghan rolled her eyes at me, slipping on her boots. "Since when was Maggie capable of teaching classes, is the better question,"

"… She isn't,"

"Bingo,"

"Eh, it's after school thing, so I guess she can work it out,"