I walked into the dorms to find Aleah passed out oh her bed. I decide to do the same thing, I take off my jeans and put soft shorts on, take my hoodie off, which pulled the hat off my head. I fell onto my bed and turned out the lights.

My alarm woke me up at seven thirty, because today class started at eight. I got up, and went to the bathroom. I pulled my hair into a pony tail, and brushed my teeth. I washed my face off, including the mascara from yesterday. I didn't put any back on, I didn't feel like looking decent today. I grabbed a pair of sweat pants from my dresser, and a loose t shirt. I checked my phone, it was seven forty five. I didn't have enough time to get coffee this morning. I go into our very small kitchen... I don't know if I would even call it a kitchen though. I fixed a bowl of cereal, and waited for Aleah to get out of the bathroom.

"Aleah! It's almost eight!" my voice rang through the dorm. I rinsed my bowl out in the sink, and walked to the bathroom. I opened the door to see Aleah over the toilet, clenching it for her life.

"Aleah? What's wrong? I say as I grab her hair, and rub her back. After about five minutes of her coughing and puking, she shakily stands up. She turns to the sink, and rinsed her mouth out. I flush the toilet, and then close the lid so I could sit.

"I'm fine, just a hangover," she says as she walks out of the bathroom. Hangover?

"I thought you were babysitting last night?"

"I was, but the girls mom took me out for some drinks after I was done" she tells me, pulling a thick strap tank top over her head.

"Oh, ok. Do you need me to get you anything?"

"Water, please?" she asks.

"Sure" I go back to the sink, and grab a glass and put water into it. I walk back to her bed and hand it to her.

It's almost eight o'clock whenever we walk out of the dorms. I had a short walk to my class, so I was thankful for that.

After my Comm. Skills class, I had about an hour before my next class. I'm starving, so I text Louis to see if he's free for lunch.

' To Lou: are you doing anything right now? '

' From Lou: no, why? What's up? '

' To Lou: wanna grab lunch? '

' From Lou: sure. I'll pick u up in 10 '

I put my phone back into my bag, and wait in front of the dorms. Louis pulls up about fifteen minutes later. He rolls down his window and smirks.

"Here to pick up Emma Landon, have you seen her?" I laugh before getting in the car.

"Where to, ugly?" he asks, pulling out of the lot.

"Oh come on, Lou. I'm not that ugly!" I say laughing.

"How about Mexican food?" he suggests. I shake my head in agreement. And it takes about five minutes to get there. It wasn't crowded at all, and it smells so delicious! Louis holds the door open for me, and I walk in with him following me.

"How many?" a waitress asks us.

"Party of two, please" Louis says politely.

We followed the lady through the restaurant, and sits us close to the only other people in the whole building. I sigh, sitting down, and grabbing a menu.

I heard giggling and laughing coming from a booth near us. Being the nosey person I am, I look to see who it is.

I gasp when I see brown curly hair, and green eyes. My menu falls to the table, and Louis looks back at the couple.

"Harry!" Louis says standing up, and walking over to them. I get up and follow him, because I don't want to look dumbfounded.

"What are you doing here?" he asks us. Harry was here with a girl. She turns to me, she has light blonde hair, and blue eyes. It was that girl who helped me with my bags! Courtney, I think her name was.

"Um, Courtney, right?" I ask. She gives me her attention.

"Right! And you're Emma!" She smiles widely at me.

"Oh us? We're just here grabbing some lunch. What are you guys doing here?" Louis asks Harry.

"Harry and I are on a date!" Courtney says grinning, and holding her arm out to Louis. Date? My stomach started to twist in knots, as I forced a smile. Why was I mad? It's not like I had feelings for Harry. I did not have feelings for Harry. Did I?

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