AUSTEN'S POV
"W...what? Party at my house?"
"Yeah, Harry said your parents aren't at home, lets have a PARTYYYY!!!"
"NONONO....no partying at my house, how about a sleepover?" No, I cant have a party, I don't want to clean up the mess afterwards, before my parents came back, tired.
"SOUNDS GREAT!!!" Stef cheered at the idea.
"OKOK, stop yelling, I'm right here." I sighed, buying her Starbucks have proven to be a bad idea.
"So who are we inviting?"
"Hmm, me, Harry, Tyler, Zayn, Niall, Esta, Ashley, Louis and Eleanor."
" Wait, who is Eleanor??" I asked her clueless, trying to put a face to the name.
" Louis's girlfriend duh."
Ohh so that was the pretty brunette's name, Eleanor.
"Ok, so what's the plan?"
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"So......Ashley can't make it?"
" Yeah sadly her parents had some plans with her, I mean, she was so looking forward to having a sleepover with you." Stef replied humorously.
"Woah. .don't start on it now."
" Yeahh Sureeee"
" They all know where my house is?"
" Yeah, I just texted them all. Everyone is excited."
"Great!" I declared, punching the air.
The bell rang signalling that its time to be in our next class, History. I sat beside Harry, and immediately sensed that something was wrong. He was frowning, staring at his hands, as though he was thinking. I hit his shoulders with mine, asking him whats wrong. He just looked at me for a second, and returned back to staring at his hands. Wow, it seems that his hands are more interesting than me.
" No, my hands are not more interesting than you, I was just thinking."
" Woahhh are you a mindreader or did I just say that out loud?"
" Obviously, the first one duh." he smiled sarcastically.
"Heyy, I don't need attitude" I said punching his shoulders lightly. " So whats on your mind?"
"Ms Grey, you are distrupting the whole class, do you want a detention?" Mrs Smith yelled.
" No Mrs Smith, I'm sorry for distrupting the whole class." I turned to my left to see Quainton snickering. When did he come into the class, gosh, I must be too muddled in talking to Harry that I didn't notice Quainton come into class.
As I sat down, Quainton smiled at me am I shook my head, returning his smile. Should I invite him to my hose today. Wait... why do I want to invite me, he is such an ass, and besides, I don't think anyone else knew Quainton, except that he was expert in skipping classes without getting noticed.
Just as I thought about Quainton, I realised that I still have to tutor him today. I sighed, and sighed again realising how often I sigh.
I will probably just text the others to come over after I tutor Quainton. Wow his name was really long.
" hey!" I felt someone shaking me and I turned to my side to see Harry smirking at me. Damn his smirk for being so sexy. Damn his smirk for sending me over the edge. Damn him for havin a panty-dropping smirk.
"Wh..what?"
" You just zoned off there, Mrs Smith dismissed us early, cuz she spilled coffee on her book." he got up from his seat, looking down at me waiting for me to get up.
I must really work on not zoning out really often.I picked up my books and got up from my seat, and walked towards the lockers with Harry.
"Oh yeah Harry, you are coming for the sleepover right."
" Yeah I am, why?"
" Urmm could you do a favour and tell the others to come around six o'clock instead of four thirty? I am busy for a while."
" Ok sure, I was going to go to your house later anyways, I have something to do."
"Thats great," I said, and pulled him for a quick hug.
" But in return for the favour, I need a kiss"
"OK!" I smiled and kissed his cheek before skipping to my car. Yeah I actually skipped, haters can go fuck themselves.
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Amnesia: [ ON HOLD]
FanfictionWaking up on a hospital bed and not remember a single thing? Austen, a 18 year-old wakes up the same way...hardly remembering anyone except her own parents........ WARNING: This book is not for people below 13 years of age.