Bring It Back

ever since I left the city

Has Harry Styles Already Found Himself a Lady at Uni?!?!

september 30th, 2016

Norah hasn't realized that she's fallen asleep with her head resting on her not so comfortable programming textbook until she hears her phone alarm beeping loudly. She jumps up abruptly and glances down at the screen–it's seven thirty two in the morning. She groans when she registers that this is the third time all week she's fallen asleep and stayed overnight at the lab unintentionally. She's about to compose an angry text to Lucas and Matty, demanding to know why they hadn't woken her up last night, but then her eyes lock onto the pink Post It note hanging off of her textbook page.

Norah–you looked exhausted last night and I didn't want to wake you up, so I stayed with you. I'm just going to drop by your flat to get you some clothes. Don't think I'm nice or anything for doing this–it's only because you've been wearing the same outfit for twenty four hours, and I figured you'd want something clean to change into. See you in a bit -Lucas

Even though she's all by herself, Norah feels nervous all of a sudden, and she gulps a little bit. Lucas stayed with her last night? Is that the kind of friends they are now? To be honest, she's never really been too sure about the category he falls under. Yes, he is her study partner and her lab one for that matter, too; all right, he's also her friend, and she assumes that he has been for a while now...but the thing is, Norah also would have no problem with kissing him. She knows that the only reason why she's been thinking about his lips on hers these past few weeks is all because Liz has drilled the idea into her head, but she can't help herself. Norah's never been good at making decisions on her own, so she waits, rather pathetically, while someone goes ahead and does it for her. This clearly seems to be the case with Lucas.

She's close to falling asleep all over again when all of a sudden, the door swings open and Lucas strolls into the lab. Although perhaps 'strolls' isn't exactly the best word–Lucas walks with a bit of a hunch, almost like he's never learned how to stand up straight. It reminds Norah a little bit of how Harry (the Harry that she sits next to in her Public Speaking class, not the Harry Styles who walks down red carpets every month with ease) walks, but she knows that Lucas would most likely rather die than hear her tell him that.

"You should've just woken me up," Norah tells him before either of them even have the chance to bid each other a good morning. "I don't know if I can trust your fashion sense, and I still need to brush my teeth and do my hair." She knows her words are nothing more than a mere fantasy, though, when she looks down at her phone again: seven forty one. There's no chance of her getting all that done; it takes her fifteen minutes, minimum, to brush the tangles and knots out of her hair, and this morning looks like it's going to be taking even longer, since she fell asleep at a desk, for Christ's sake.

"Yeah, good morning to you too," Lucas chuckles before tossing an outfit towards her. "And you don't have to worry, I didn't pick any of this out. Liz did."

Norah's eyes, which are already far too big and alien like as it is, widen when she registers what his words signify. She knows Liz and what goes on through her head, which means that the minute she saw Lucas on the other side of an apartment door (that, for the record, wasn't even hers) asking for a change of clothes for Norah, she must have assumed that the two had fucked. And while Norah doesn't mind having sex (not with him, specifically. Just in general), she certainly believes that she has more class than to do it right in the middle of the computer lab, where anyone can walk in. She's fairly certain that they have cameras in there, too–talk about an unwanted sex tape.

"Of course she did," Norah says after a moment, once she's had a chance to inspect the outfit that Liz has picked out for her. It's clearly another one of her ploys to draw Lucas in: a high waisted skirt that's meant to 'accentuate' her legs and a tight, rather low cut top. She's not even sure if this belongs to her; it's probably something that Liz nicked from either her or Layla's closet. "Well? Aren't you going to turn around?"