Split Between 3!

As i climbed aboard the bus, a familiar voice rang out with a hint of charm, not any ordinary voice.......an....IRISH voice! "Over Here, I saved you a seat, next to me, Sammi, over here!" OHMYGOD i was jumping inside not only was Niall Horan on my bus, on the way to my school, wearing almost the same outfit as me, but he knew my name! and HAD SAVED A SEAT FOR ME NEXT TO HIM!!!!!

As i was making my way over, i suddenly felt the ice cold bus floor collide with my face, my cheek busted, well not busted like broken jaw bone, but i had this burning sensation on my right cheek, i couldn't look Niall in the eyes, i couldn't look anyone in the eyes, it was so embarassing, i must have looked a state. I heard a sudden BANG on the chair next to where i was still lying on the floor. I lloked up and saw the one and only Zayn malik yelling at the tart who'd tripped me, yes it was a girl who'd tripped me, she was also a Directionator. I looked for Niall to see why he hadn't stuck up for me too, but he was struggling against this schools biggest slut, Christie D'Angelo-Baker, she'd placed herself on his lap, and was trying to snog his face off, fortunatly Niall was having none of it.

I was about to get up, when i felt hot breath smashing into my face with an over powering smell of Mint. "Are You Okay?" the boy asked, this boy had a voice that anybody would recognise it was Harry Styles! "Peachy, thanks Harry" i replied still shocked that Harry wanted to know if i was alright. "uhm, would you lend me a hand please?" i asked him. "Yes Ma'am!!" Harry soluted. "Idiot!" i laughed taking his hand as he pulled me up. We all stood up and went to the back of the bus.

"NOOOOO!!! JIMMY PROTESTED!" Louis exclaimed. We all were curious as to what the problem was, so he told us "theres one to little chairs someone will have to sit on someone else!" he explained further. "I'm going to sit on Harry!" Louis stated. "Uhm, no, Sammi can sit on me!" Harry politely told Louis. "Fine then!" Louis said sticking his tongue out at Harry and I. "You mad bro?!" Harry laughed. I laughed too, not becuas eof the question but becuase of their playful banter.

I was kind of hoping someone else would sit on Harry but no one did, although Niall did offer me a place on his lap, i politely declined. I was about to sit on the row just infront of the boys. But Harry had wrapped his arms around my waist and had pulled me onto his lap, "Great!" i sarcastically said as a sludgy wet thing, rolled down my face, onto the floor.