It Started With A Fire

Chapter 1: Nervously Awaiting

"Do you have a card or something? My mates coming out tonight and maybe we can drop of her son," I question and she seems to like the idea.

"Yeah. Here," she says after a moment. She reaches into her bag and pulls out a card, handing it to me which I take gratefully. Soon enough, the bus comes to a stop, my stop. I stand up with my bag, ready to get off. I stop at the door though, making the driver glare at me.

"Oh uh," I say realizing that I never got the woman's name. She puts a piece of her brunette hair behind her ears, looking over at me, gulping.

"Shawny," she says pointing to herself. I nod.

"Liam. It was lovely meeting you. Just make sure you tell Harry that you fancy him soon. He's in UNI and I can guarantee he'll fuck someone else if you don't get him tied down," I smile before jumping off the bus, ignoring the startled gasps from around me. I'm used to this reaction by now with my bold statements.

I quickly make my way to UNI. I take a bit of time to relax, knowing they won't be here for an hour maybe. I walk to the beat of my tunes that fill my ears, smirking at the lasses that walk by, just enjoying the blushes that rise to their cheeks every time. It's quite arousing to be honest. I love knowing that I can get any girl to be this way.

Finally I see the door to the building that leads to my dorm. I open it, allowing the warm air to comfort me as I make my way down the corridors. I climb up the stairs until I reach my floor. I walk down the hall, stopping in front of my door. I unlock it, knowing that my roommate wouldn't be home yet.

As I open the door, I know that I'm correct. I'm a bit disappointed to see that he trashed our room before he left though. Asshole. Books are opened and splattered along the floor, along with his discarded clothing. His book bag is lying across his bed. He must’ve had a date after school or some shit. Who knows? This is disgusting though and I’m going to chew his ass out later ‘cos he knows just how important today is for me.  

I get to work on cleaning everything, putting stuff in its right full place, blasting my tunes again. I mumble profanities between lyrics as I am extremely angry at Zayn. I check the time too often as I go along, probably every five to three minutes.  I really need help.

I finally finish with the room and I look at the time, knowing that their plane has already landed and they should he here soon. I quickly shoot them a text, asking how their flight was, but receive no response. Their phones are probably still off. Yeah. That must be it.

I lie in bed, watching the time pass by slowly. First five minutes, then eight, and before I even know it an hour has passed. No response. Not a word. They'll be here any minute. They have to be. Right?

What can I do to pass the time ‘til they get here?

I go through all the endless possibilities of options I have, but they get limited quickly when I realize that I need to stay in my bedroom. I groan, only coming up with one sad option that I'd rather die before doing, but do it anyway.

Homework.

I honestly don't understand the point of doing it when I don't understand it. I don't know what I want to do after college though, so I really do need to pass every single one of my classes. Besides, I don't think I could bear the disappointment that would come from not only my family, but Maura also if I failed a class in college. I tend to surprise myself with how much I care at times.

I take out my notes for my science hour and begin studying for the test that we're having tomorrow, something that I never do. I groan, still checking the time every other minute, removing my eyes from my notes. Before I even know it, another two hours has passed, making it about nine.

"This is ridiculous," I shout to no one in particular. I pick up my phone and scroll through my messages, stopping on my conversation with Maura. I slide her name over and put the phone to my ear. I wait to hear a ring, but one doesn't come. Instead, I'm greeted by her lame, "hey. This is Maura. I'm so sorry I couldn't get to the phone. Leave me a comment at the beep. Beep."

I throw my phone at the bed and open my laptop. I Google the plane times and see that theirs did in fact land three hours ago. I slam my laptop shut and run my fingers through my hair, angry that they're ignoring me.

I look to the door as I hear laughter, only to see my best mate stumbling through the door, waving goodbye to one of his friends that he was out with today.

"Hey. I'm Zayn, Liam's roommate. You must be.....where are they?" He asks me. His face kind of drops, confusions masking his tan skin. I don’t know what it was, but I just blew up.

"The hell if I know. It's not like the called to let me know or anything. Fuck," I practically yell in frustration, almost dispersing my notes across the room.

"They probably have jet lag and went straight to a hotel. It's norm - were you studying?" He obviously loses track of his thoughts easily. Something that comes in handy, but is a bloody nightmare at times.

"Yeah. I didn't know what to do while waiting for them to show up," I inform while running my fingers through my hair.

"Calm down mate. I'm sure they'll call you soon and explain. Have a beer. You need to calm your nerves," he says handing me the beverage. I accept it, quickly opening it and taking a swig. This is how the rest of the night goes too, me drinking away my worries with my best mate.

“Where were you anyways?” I ask taking a swig of the beverage in my hands.

“Some lass wanted to go for a cup of tea. Lame ass date if I say so myself. She was fit though,” Zayn comments, laying down on his duvet that I happened to make for him during my cleaning process.

“Did you at least get some?” I question.

“Nah. She has some stupid five date rule or some shit. Not worth it,” he shrugs.

“No late night call with Hazel again?” I ask, looking over at my best mate only to find that not even the mention of his best mate could keep him awake. I sigh and set my alcohol aside, sliding under my own duvet. I try to sleep, but uneasy thoughts at Maura, Hunter and Ben just keep invading my mind.

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A/N: poor liam! He's such an asshole, but I love him and he cares so much and ugh. Zayn’s an ass too to be honest. They’ll get better along with this book. It’s kind of misleading at first, but you’ll get it.

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Alex xx