Care For You ↠ n.h.

2. You're going to faint

Layla's POV:

Today it's Friday finally! The end of each week is such a blessing. I just can't wait for summer.
It's fourth period which means that we have PE. It literally is my favorite class since it makes me loose weight. I also share it with Amy which makes it kind of weird.

"I want all of you to run around the field 20 times. No, Lane you can't sit on the bleachers and just watch again." Coach Smith says and everyone including Lane, the "bookworm", starts running around the field.

"Adams! Hey, Adams! Come here for a sec."
I heard Coach's deep voice.

I finished my third round and went up to him.

"Do you need to rest maybe?" He asks me.

"Why would- why would I- " I try to catch my breath.

"I mean you are bone skinny. It's the third round. I don't think that you can do more than four without fainting. What about you join
Mr. Horan up there?" He states pointing at some guy on the bleachers.

"But- " I try to complain but Coach Smith claps his hands which means that he is done talking, so I climb up the bleachers.

I look at the guy Coach pointed at but he doesn't talk so I just sit next to him.

I decide against talking to him and I just watch the others run.

He has blonde messy hair and he seems quite fit from how toned his biceps look. He is shirtless and has a black pair of Ray Bans that don't let me see his eye color. The only thing he is wearing are some black skinny jeans and that's that. I think that I've seen him around before but I'm not that sure.

"Still figuring me out?" He suddenly asks not looking at me.

I was surprised at the way his accent sounded so thick. It definitely wasn't British. Maybe Scottish? I don't really know.

"What?" Is the only thing that comes out of my mouth.

"You do realize that shooting stares at someone while pretending to do something, is a sign of basically trying to figure them out right?"

He says taking his sunglasses off and looking at me. I was surprised once again. I expected his eyes to be dark brown like mine but no, his eyes were blue, not any blue though it was a mix of dark blue with light blue and God, there was too much blue going on.

"Done starring?" He rolls his eyes.

I shake my head to come back to reality and decide to change the subject.

"So um, why are you here? I mean, Coach said no one is allowed on the bleachers." I ask.

"I am in the soccer team and I'm just waiting for coach to give me my new uniform. He decided to change them and I wasn't here when he handed the new ones so, I guess that's why I am here. What about you?" He says pointing his index finger to me.

"Um so he basically thinks that because I am 'skinny' I can't last more than four rounds of running without fainting." I say sounding pissed because I am. I know my strengths and I don't need Coach Smith to comment on them.

"Well, I mean he is not wrong. You looked like you were dying out there." He states.

"What's your name?" I ask rolling my eyes.

"Niall Horan. And you are Layla Adams, the girl that lives to loose weight." He laughs.

"Wait wha- how would y- " I was creeped out.

"Oh come on! It's obvious! Everyday you get skinnier! You are almost like Amy Richards. Except that she looks healthy since she is like what? 20 centimeters shorter than you?"