Chase // z.m

one

Aubrey.

I felt the cold air engulf me as I stepped out of the car and made my way to the admissions office. It was freezing out, and I had forgotten to wear a jacket. Damn this cool weather, it's making my job more difficult than it has to be. I made my way to the chancellor's office, receiving strange looks from people. I knocked on the door, and pushed it open slightly.

"Hello?"

I called out before stepping inside the somewhat empty office. I didn't see anyone, and just when I was about to turn around and leave, the black desk chair turned and I was looking at a short fat man picking at his nails. His desk plaque read 'Mr. Stellar.'

"You are?" He asked rudely, looking up from his hands and at my face. I chewed on my bottom lip, and tucked a strand of hair neatly behind my ear.

"Aubrey. Aubrey Lahey." I mumbled, organizing the papers in my hand, and handing them to him.

"Ah, you must be the new transfer, where are you from again?" Mr. Stellar said while grabbing the papers from my hands and examining them.

"Originally, I am from Puerto Ric-"

"Yeah, don't bore me with the details with the where and the how, I'm asking about your previous campus."

Fucking douche bag. He couldn't be any ruder. If only he knew who I was working for, they'd surely make him-

"Hello? Audrey? Are you going to stay here all day or are you going to answer my question?" Stellar interrupted my thoughts.

"Yes, Sorry I came from Westwood College in California? Surely, you could've seen in my transcripts, I was recommended here by the headmaster." I replied, sitting down in one of the chairs in front of his desk. I disregarded the fact that he said my name wrong, because I refused to argue with a middle aged man that obviously hasn't had a good lay in a couple of years.

"Oh please, don't make yourself comfortable, I have a meeting in 5 minutes. Ask Margaret up front to give you your classes, and I guess you've been admitted to Northbrook University." He rose from the chair, handing me my papers, and struggling to fit through the small space between the desk and the wall. I stifled a laugh as he grunted and ended up pushing the desk away from him.

I waved at him and left his office, pulling the door closed. I made my way to the lady whom I assumed was Margaret, and she handed me a single sheet of paper.

"Will you be living on campus dear?" Her thick English accent lacing every word she spoke. I smiled, adjusting my nose ring.

"Would that be possible? I really don't have a place to stay." She smiled sweetly at me before typing a couple things into the computer. I told her I would prefer to be alone, seeing as a roommate would only distract me from my duties.

"Sorry sweet heart, but the only dorm available is with a sophomore named Niall Horan." She frowned, disappointment edging her features. I nodded, seeing as I didn't have much of a choice. She typed a couple things on the computer, and handed me a small paper with my room assignment.

"Go straight down the hall until you reach the end, and then make a left, your dorm should be in that passageway." She smiled again, and I thanked her.

I didn't have any belongings besides my car, and I had to go shopping for clothes because the boss said this assignment would be longer than the rest. I followed the directions Margaret had given me and made my way to my dorm. I knocked on the door, and when I got no reply, I barged into the room. There was a figure sleeping under the covers on one side of the room. The person groaned when I turned on the lights, and sat up, rubbing his eyes to adjust to the newfound brightness.

"W-what?" The boy said, while pulling of the covers to reveal a grey muscle tee that clung to his toned torso and his sweatpants that hung just below his hips.

"Hello, I'm Aubrey." I smiled, and walked over to him to shake his hand. He gave me a look of confusion, before suddenly realizing that I was possibly his new roommate.

"Are you Niall?" I asked sitting down on the bed beside him with no invitation. His blue eyes were wide with surprise as he saw how comfortable I was with him even though I had just met him. He had a sly smirk plastered on his face in less than a second.

"We just met, and you're already in my bed?" He asked cheekily, winking at me. I smiled at him standing up from the bed and moving to the empty one on the other side of the room.

"Well, I would be the first to jump in bed with a handsome dude like yourself," I paused, sitting on the other bed.

"But I don't really go for guys who drool on their pillows." I laughed, smirking back at him and leaning back against the headboard. Niall blushed, running his hands through his hair.

"Hey, so do you have any rules or regulations I should know about?" I asked him, sitting up again, and finding out he was staring at me. I waved my arms in front of him, snapping my fingers, trying to get him out of his daze.

"O-oh sorry! No, I don't have any regulations but my rule is no shirts allowed." He smiled at me flashing me his pearly white teeth. I grinned, throwing a small pillow across the room.

"Cheeky bastard." I mumbled under my breath. Remember Aubrey. You can't get distracted. You came here for him. He was your reason for coming to this miserable little town. And his name was Zayn Malik.