HARRY
I trudged up the stairs to my room, my thighs just wanting to give in with every step. Our P.E. class today had been more intense than usual, Mr. Johnson had us playing rugby and the boys in my class -- let's just say, it's like they're playing for the nationals. I had been tackled to the ground for more times than I could keep count of.
Once I got into my room, I leapt onto my maroon velvet sheets and let my body slowly sink in. I was on the verge of being sucked into a deep slumber when a ringing sound snapped me out of it from my bedside drawer.
Without lifting my head up, I let my hand blindly feel for the handle to open the drawer and I grabbed my phone. More buzzing and vibrations had me sighing. I knew who was sending the messages.
Niall [5.17pm, Thursday]
Heyy Haz! U dont have plans next weekend right?
Niall [5.17pm, Thursday]
Lol stupid question. Ofc u dont
Niall [5.18pm, Thursday]
Or wait, do u need to do Desmonds journalling thing?
Niall [5.18pm, Thursday]
I would do what Dusty did tho. Bet u didnt feed her enough
Niall [5.18pm, Thursday]
Or myb the brand u bought was crap
I furrowed my eyebrows at Niall's grammar. I hadn't conversed much with him over phone texts but this was outrageous! I knew Niall knew where to put his punctuation and capital letters, he was just being lazy but this could form a habit that can impact his writing skills. He may even make mistakes in his essays without realising it!
On average, it takes 66 days to form a new habit and Niall could easily be texting one person each day with that grammar of his. He has plenty of friends, even the janitor calls him 'bro'. I typed in my reply swiftly.
Harry [5.21pm, Thursday]
Niall, you shouldn't text like that.
Niall [5.23pm, Thursday]
Wdym? Like wat???
Harry [5.24pm, Thursday]
Like that! You're texting with sloppy grammar.
Niall [5.24pm, Thursday]
Lol ok wtvvvvv anyway u free next weekend?
Harry [5.25pm, Thursday]
I don't have anything scheduled next weekend, if that's what you're implying.
Niall [5.26pm, Thursday]
Cool :))) lets go to a partayyyy
Harry [5.26pm, Thursday]
Your dad's work dinner? All my suits are being adjusted to my body length at the moment.
Niall [5.26pm, Thursday]
Chill man i got u covered
Harry [5.26pm, Thursday]
Niall, I'm approximately 4 inches taller than you!
Niall [5.27pm, Thursday]
Geez im not giving u my suit! Greg has something i guess
Harry [5.28pm, Thursday]
I'll consider it.
Niall [5.28pm, Thursday]
;))))
Niall [5.28pm, Thursday]
#nohomo tho lol
With that, I sighed and let my eyes flutter shut. I slithered under the sheets and clapped my hands to turn off my room lights. Mr Horan's work dinners are always tiring because of the amount of socialising that takes place. Everyone thinks having more connections will give off superiority and power, I think it's just draining.
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