•Coming Soon• That Bradford Bad Boy

I'd Rather Be Sleeping

The girl prances off, along with 4 other girls whom of which were standing behind her. As soon as the girls leave, a head full of familiar curls bounce towards us.

"Man crush Monday, 10 o'clock." I whisper to her, pulling a piece of floor dust from her hair.

"No! Not right now!" she whisper screams at me. But Harry was already bent down beside me, helping her up.

"You ok there babe?" He asks.

I raise an eyebrow at her. 'You ok there?' wasn't what was confusing me. It was the whole 'babe' part. How much did I miss?

Taylor nods. "Yeah, I'm fine. Thank you Harry" She says giving him a small kiss on the cheek.

'How much did I miss?' I think to myself.

He blushes, which makes me wonder even more.

"Do you want to compare schedules?" He whispers in her ear, as if they were in their own private bubble.

"Sure. Hey Amber, I'll catch up with you later, okay? Okay, bye." She says giving me absolutely no time to answer her before she walks away with Harry's arm casually draped over her shoulders. He turns around for a split second and gives me a small wave to acknowledge that I was there the entire time.

I keep my head down as I wonder through the crowd, looking for my first class. The task was near impossible. I ran into people every other step I took, and the majority of them shoved me away, telling me to watch it. I mutter another apology as I run into someone else.

"Are you new? Ya look lost." They say. I look up and see a cute blonde guy standing in front of me, staring at me with gorgeous blue eyes.

"Er, yeah I... I'm kinda... yeah I'm lost." I admit. He puts his arm around my shoulder, taking the schedule from my hand leading me down yet another hallway.

"Well, I'm Niall. And we are both going to the same class."

"I'm Amber." I say somewhat uncomfortable at the closeness.

"Your accent. It's interesting, yeah?" He says, saying hey to someone we pass.

"You're the one with an interesting accent, not me." I say. And it wasn't a lie. He didn't have a British accent. I had already classified it as Irish.

He raises an eyebrow at me. I forgot that I was the odd one out. Texas isn't a typical accent around here. When I talk, I don't hear an accent. I guess there's one there anyways.

"Where are ya from?" He asks as if that was the question he was asking the whole time.

"Texas." I say, instantly missing the large state.

"Are ya serious? That's pretty far." He says.

"Very far." I say the sentence barely audible, but he still heard me.

"Hey, at least you have a friend now." He says, steering me into a half full classroom.

"And who is that?" I ask, completely oblivious that he was talking about himself. He looks at me as if it was obvious.

"Well, who else have you ran into today?" he asks, stopping.

"Actually, I've probably ran into like half the school." I mutter.

He laughs. "You're funny." He says, taking a pen from his back pocket. He takes my hand and scribbles a number on the back of it.

"Hey, tell me if ya need any help the rest of the day. If so then I'm here." He says giving me a smile.