Dirty Laundry

Three.

        A little over a week has gone by and no sign of Niall anywhere on campus. I can't even try stalking him on Facebook because I don't know his last name! I tried our class of 2017 group but not a single member named Niall. I had almost given up. It was a fun story while it lasted. 

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        It has been about two weeks now since I met Niall in the laundry room and I can't get that damn boy out of my head! I think I see that blonde head everywhere but do you know how many college boys have that same hairstyle?! Like three fourths of them! I do double takes in the dinning halls and stare people down until I realize that it;s not Niall. I think I'm starting to scare people....

        It also happens to be two weeks since I'd last done laundry. I didn't try doing my laundry everyday to see him because it would be weird to only have one outfit to wash and it would be a big waste of my only barely there money. 

        So with my two week sized load of laundry I made my way down to the basement.  It really was the creepiest hallway but it was the only way to get there and the laundry room obviously held a good memory for me now. I walk in with my hopes way too high to only be disappointed that Niall wasn't there. I sigh and start to load up my wash. I take a seat at the desk hoping he'll show up again. As the minutes tick by I run through every possible scenario of seeing him again and every possible thing that could go wrong.

        What if his classes didn't continue going well and he has since dropped school? What if by waiting two weeks to do my laundry on a Tuesday instead of the weekend I missed him and now our laundry schedules are all thrown off? What if he hated his roommate and moved buildings? After about ten minutes of freaking myself out I set the remaining time on my phone and went back to room sulking.

"Any luck?!" My roommate Kelly asks when I return to our room.

"No! " I say throwing myself on my bed groaning.

"Hey now! Don't get pissy! You'll see him again! You have to! That was way too cute of a story for it not to keep going." she cheers trying to lift my mood. 

"No it won't because I'm so hopelessly boy troubled and didn't get his number the first time." I say muffled into my pillow.

"You are not hopeless! You're hot and he started the conversation boys who aren't interested don't make the first move." she counters.

"That's a valid point." I acknowledge. She does have a point.... As I contemplate my entire first encounter with Niall again my phone timer goes off telling me my wash is done and needs to be transferred to the dryer. I groan again and make my way back down to that terrifying hallway.

        The hallway is different this time in that there is the sound of an acoustic guitar coming from somewhere. As I follow the sound I realize its coming from the laundry room. I wander in and almost lose my shit right in the door way. Sat in a chair facing out from the corner is Niall with an acoustic guitar on his knee. I'm not even listening to the song he's playing because I'm too... I'm too... all I can think of is star struck but he's defiantly not famous. He didn't notice my arrival right away so I go over to my laundry and start to move it over to the dryer. Once I make a few trips across the room with arm-fulls of wet clothes I can feel him glancing at me but I'm far too awkward to say anything to him. What if he doesn't remember me? Is that why he hasn't said anything? I can't be that weirdo who goes "Hi you and I talked once in here like two weeks ago!" No way I'm not that smooth.

        As I have an internal debate with myself about the boy with the guitar I take the risk of glancing at him. I can't just ignore the guitar being played I'm not rude! He's already looking at me with a puzzled look on his face. I smile awkwardly at him but then look away, tearing myself apart inside for my lack of social skills when it comes to cute boys.