Try To Fix You

Chapter 11: Texting

Destiny's POV

The minute Eleanor and I walked out of the door of their flat, my phone buzzed in my denim pocket. I waited until we were placed in a cab, to read it.

Pulling it out, I saw I had gotten a text. A smile formed on my lips, as I read it.

From: Nialler - I miss u!

To: Nialler - How did you get my # y r u in my contacts?

I sent him back, confused. I hadn't given any of the boys my number...

He texted back almost instantly.

From: Nialler - While you were sleeping last night I took ur phone

A blush filled my cheeks, he was on my phone? Oh, god. I slowly texted him back.

To: Nialler - Oh. Well I'll c u soon, k?

From: Nialler - Ok, bye love

He called me love. Oh my god- wait, why does it make me so happy? It's just a four letter word, that he had probably texted me with no meaning.

Suddenly, my phone was snatched from my grasp.

"Hey!" I cried, looking up to see El smiling cheekily at my phone.

"Oh. My. God. Destiny. You're texting Niall!" she squealed, bouncing around happily.

"W-what?" I stammered, completely embarassed, trying to reach for my phone, but my seat belt constricting me. "N-no I'm not! Give that back!"

"He misses you! And he called you love!!" she glanced up at me. "Aw, look at you! You're blushing!"

I tried to hide my face in my arms, failing miserably. Stupid cheeks. I felt El slip my phone into my hand. When I looked back up, she was staring at me with a dreamy glint in her eyes.

"What?" I asked defensively. Her smile grew bigger and bigger, until she was squealing and bouncing again.

"You totally like him! Don't you?" My eyes widened, I was about to respond, when- "Never mind, don't answer that. I can tell, you don't have to tell me!"

"I do not! I don't like Niall!" I denied. I had just met him, of course I didn't like him!

"Hm, well your actions last night say different. You wore his clothes, you were showing off for him in football, you hugged him, you slept on his lap, and now you're texting him! Oh my god, imagine how cute you two would be! Your couple name would be Destiniall, and everyone would be like, 'OMG I wish I had a relationship like Destiniall, because they are so-"

"ELEANOR!" I shrieked, cutting her off. "I don't even like him! I barely know him!"

The taxi stopped in front of our apartment building. El had a smirk on her face. "We could change that. I know you want to." she paid the driver, climbing out of the car. I stayed, mouth open, staring at her, I huffed, following her outside.

"I do not like him!" I yelled, chasing after her as she ran towards our building, laughing furiously.

But there was a question floating through my mind.

I didn't like Niall... Did I?

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I sat in a tall desk chair, infront of the head-master of the university I was attending. She was a small lady, in high heels, and bright lipstick. She was intimidating.

I watched her sort a pile of papers on her tidy desk. I was wearing a dark pencil skirt and a black blazer. My hair was up in a sock bun, and I was wearing heels, which was a once in a blue moon thing for me. El said I looked sophisticated, which was what I was shooting for.

Today is Tuesday. I was getting my scedule and study books today. The past two days, Eleanor and I had been unpacking and setting up our apartment. It looks pretty good, if I do say so myself.

"So, Miss Carter. You're studying fashion and apperel, correct?" Mrs. Stadacom, the head-master, paced in front of me.

"Yes, that is correct." I crossed my legs, talking in my formal voice.

"And your scolarship, through, hockey?" she grimaced. Not a sports fan, I quessed.

"Yes, I've played all my life." I told her truthfully.

"Will this game be a distraction? Will it effect your studies?" she eyed me up, looking scary and judging.

"No ma'am. I would never put a game in front of my future." That was kind of a lie. I was really competetive, I would do anything to play hockey.

"Very good. You will be expected to attend classes every Sunday to Thursday, from seven in the morning to noon. You will have Friday's and Saturday's off.

Unless there is an exam, your scedule should stay remotely the same. You will recieve your textbooks on the first day, which is tomorrow. Here's a map, be in sector 52-D, at seven tomorrow for your apparel class. Good day" and with that, she basically kicked me out of her office. My eyebrows furrowed, trying to take in all of her information.

I guess my scedule wasn't too bad, I had Friday's and Saturday's off, and all afternoon after my classes.

I hurried across the street, to the apartmentbuilding. I would be alone for a few more hours, El had her classes from Monday to Friday.

When I was back home, I kicked off my shoes, and changed into a hoodie and sweatpants.

I relaxed on the couch, checking my phone. I had two new texts. One was from Niall, who constantly texts me now.

From: Nialler - How was ur registration thingy?

I laughed out loud at his wording.

To: Nialler - The lady was scary, but it was good. Now I have to worry about hockey tryouts tomorrow. ;p

I didn't regognise the number of the next text.

From: Unknown number - Hi :)

To: Unknown number - Who is this?

Niall didn't respind, he was probably eating. I clicked the television on, finding the movie Love Actually, and stretched out across the couch. My phone buzzed.

From: Unknown number - Harry!

I giggled, adding him to my contacts.

To: Harreh;) - Oh hi boo, Niall gave u my #?

From: Herreh;) - Ya he was mad at me for wanting to txt u tho :(

To: Harreh;) - U can text who you want to text!

I shook my head good-naturedly at them. Oh boys.

I spent the rest of the afternoon texting Harry, waiting for 2:00 pm for El to come home.