"Dennise." I heard Niall say. "School today." He sounds totally tired and with no energy.
"I don't wanna go there." I giggled. "We should never go there."
"Yes, thank you Chris Brown." Niall jumped on my bed and grabbed a pillow, putting it under his head.
I thought of more lyrics and got a few in mind. "Hey Niall."
"Don't wake me up, up, up, up, up, up." Niall sang.
"Straight-up stole my lyrics."
"Actually, they belong to Christopher Maurice Brown." Niall mocked me.
"What the hell?... I told you that like once..."
"I dunno, I remember the randomest things you tell me."
"Ok..." I felt sleepy still and my eyes felt heavy. "Um, ten more minutes of sleep?" I suggested.
Niall nodded, still keeping his face in my pillow. "That sounds nice."
Then, the door swung open and a happy looking Harry walked in. "Wake the fuck up, lazy asses."
"How sweet and considerate, Harry!" I replied sarcastically. I got up and threw a pillow at Niall. "Wake up." I told him.
"I'm taking your offer." Niall said. "Plus I'm already dressed."
"Suit yourself." I went over and looked through my drawers. "Hey Harry, what should I wear today?" I asked. I looked at him and he gave me his 'Are you serious?' face.
"You're asking the wrong person." He motioned at his clothes. He sat on my bed and looked at me.
"But you look hot." I looked back at him and giggled.
"Don't." He got serious.
"I like-"
"Dennise." Harry warned.
"I like your Styles."
Harry groaned and face-palmed. "I seriously hope we aren't in any classes together." Harry put his hands behind him. "Because I" He grabbed a pillow and chucked it at me, hitting me straight in the face. "Am so done with you!"
"You're a jerk." I told him. I grabbed the pillow from the floor and threw it back on the bed. If I threw it back at him, he'd hit me 10x harder, I've learned from experience.
"A hot one apparently." Cocky bastard.
"You know what, I really thought you were hot, honestly." I grabbed my understuff and opened my closet. "You were the only person who stood up for me and that's what made me like you, and your looks added." I looked through the clothes I had, in search for an outfit.
"Maybe I thought you were hot because we look alike. I mean like, I'm pretty hot, obviously." I did a small dance and laughed at how stupid I am.
"Yeah, sure!" That was sarcasm, but I'll take it as a compliment anyways.
I reorganized my drawers and hung clothes in my closet last week, so I wouldn't have to look through 8 drawers for an outfit.
"Now that we're making confessions," Oh, I thought we were done, but apparently not. "I had a crush on you too." That's hard to believe. "When I saw how Bailey treated you, I got so pissed off, you don't even know."
"Why? I'm nothing close to hot." I took my blue shorts off the hanger, along with a floral shirt.
"You're better. You're adorable and cute, sis. That's way better than hot." I looked up at Harry and smiled, feeling happy.
Dear future girlfriend of Harry Edward Styles, don't be a bitch and treat him like some troll because I will punch you and break all 206 (I finally know the exact amount) of your bones. Harry is too nice and a complete angel.
This is your only warning.
"You guys know incest is illegal, right?" Niall mumbled.
"I know, dumbass!" Harry smacked Niall in the back and Niall groaned. "I'm telling her this because her boyfriend hasn't told her because he hasn't been here in a month and I want her to be confident."
"Ok." I went into the bathroom and put my clothes on the sink.
"You better not take long." Harry said. "School is in two hours."
I rolled my eyes and went past him and got a towel from the closet. "Whatever," I went back into the bathroom and set the towel on top of my clothes. "We got time."
"Take 20 minutes at the most, Dennise." Harry warned.
"Fine!" I made Harry get up off the seat. "Now leave." I scooted him out of the bathroom and closed the door on him, with lock.
"If you don't hurry, Niall and I will eat your breakfast." Harry yelled from outside the door.
"No!" I yelled as I quickly took my clothes off. "I'll hurry up!" I hopped into the shower and yelled because it was too cold.
"Loser!" Harry and Niall told me.
"Assholes!" I yelled.
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"Hollard... Dennise Hollard." I scanned the table with papers of student's classes, well a locators, as we Laguna Palm students call them.
"Dennise Hollard." I scanned the table one last time and found my paper!
"Found it!" I said way too loud. The other people in the gym looked at me weirdly, but I didn't care, they did that last year too.
"Good for you, Hollard." Niall slightly pushed me and looked for his locator. "Horan... Niall Horan." Niall pointed his finger and the table.
First day of school and Niall is making a good impression. We wore the same clothes, kinda.
Niall has blue jeans and a red hoodie, along with his red DC's. I have blue shorts and Harry's blue hoodie, along with my white converse.
Ok it doesn't sound similar, but if you were to see us, you'd understand.
"Found it!" Niall took the paper and waved it in my face.
"Finally." I took his locator and walked over to Harry who was already scanning his classes.
"Any cool teachers?" I asked.
"Yes! Look!" Harry waved it around and I took it. "Ha! No, sis." Harry grabbed the paper back.
"Yeah, I wanna see my classes too, so," Niall took his paper back. "Sucks for you, chica."
The three of us put our papers together and looked at one another's classes.
"Do we-"
"Shhh!" Niall interrupted. "Look." He pointed at the papers.
I looked at my paper and memorized my classes, well, tried. I observed Harry's, then Niall's classes and was excited.
We have classes together! And this year, I finally have French because Spanish 3 was boring and I didn't wanna go to Spanish 4, so French 2 it is!
Anyways, here are our amazing classes! Even our teachers have cool names.
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Dennise's Classes:
Period 2: U.S. History (Brown, Tom)
Period 3: French 2 (Jacques, Nancy)
Period 4: Chemistry (Hurley, Kyle)
Period 5: English 3 (Zinn, Marissa)
Period 6: P.E (Hale, Kevin)
Period 7: Algebra 2 (Gallagher, Linda)
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Harry's Classes:
Period 2: U.S. History (Brown, Tom)
Period 3: English 3 (Zinn, Marissa)
Period 4: Choir (Campbell, Irene)
Period 5: Chemistry (Hurley, Kyle)
Period 6: P.E (Hale, Kevin)
Period 7: Algebra 2 (Gallagher, Linda)
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Niall's Classes:
Period 2: U.S. History (Brown, Tom)
Period 3: English 3 (Zinn, Marissa)
Period 4: Drama 1 (Nicholes, Natalie)
Period 5: Algebra 2 (Gallagher, Linda)
Period 6: P.E (Hale, Kevin)
Period 7: Chemistry (Hurley, Kyle)
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To sum it up, Harry and I have three classes together, and Niall and I have two classes together. Those lucky bastards have three classes together.
It has the room numbers obviously, but that wasn't important, so I didn't mention them.
So I have French, Chemistry, and English alone. Awesome.
After we finished, we put our locators away and stood in the gym, watching as people came and left.
"Damn," Harry looked at me and sighed. "We have classes together."
"This should be fun." I smirked evilly.
"Eh, whatever." Harry shrugged. "I'll just ignore you."
"That's not possible." Niall said, sounding freakin amazing because well yeah, he's Irish and his voice is sill raspy. Oh! Harry's morning voice is so deep and wow! He sounds like he could be a movie narrator or something!
"I know..." Harry said with disappointment. "And fuck, we'll have so many detentions this year."
"I know." I hate to say it, but I probably will. "So you guys wanna find our classes?" I asked.
"I'll go find my classes with my friends." Harry put his backpack on and walked away. "Adios kids." I watched as Harry left, walking in those skinny jeans. I have no idea how he could walk, they're really skinny.
"Well, then I guess just me." I mumbled.
Niall coughed loudly. "Don't forget about the Irish boy." He stopped fake coughing and looked at me with those deep blue eyes.
"Nah, you can find them yourself." I said lazily.
Niall rolled his eyes. "Fine, I will." He put his backpack on and walked away in anger.
"Dude," I ran over to Niall and stopped him. "I'm kidding." I told him. "I'd love to show you around."
Niall smiled and his dimple showed. "Learn to take a joke, Dennise."
I mocked him and we walked along, almost leaving the gym. People from last year look at me and Niall like we're some greek gods! It's nice not being told I'm worthless everwhere I go.
"Piggy-back ride?" Niall suggested.
"Heck yeah!"
Niall kneeled down and I hopped on his back. He got back up and grabbed me by the back of my thighs as we finally went out of the gym.
"Till we get it right we gon' f-love some more." I sang.
"I am so surprised you haven't cursed at all today."
He calls it cursing, I call it cussing.
"School mode is on."
"Meaning?"
"I don't cuss, only quietly." I wrapped my arms around Niall's neck lightly, so I wouldn't fall. "And I'm quiet."
"I don't think I can imagine you being quiet, unless it's that time of the month or you're tired."
"I'm not quiet when it's that time," I corrected. "I'm pissed off at every little thing."
"Hey," Niall and I turned our head in the direction of the voice. "You two can't do that at school. Kissing and hugging yes, but no piggy-back rides," said a teacher, I guess. "Only after school." He is now my least favorite teacher. I hope I don't have him as my teacher.
"Sorry." I said. I hopped off of Niall and got back on my feet.
The teacher guy walked away and into the gym. Well thanks for killing the fun on the first day, guy.
"Buzz Killington." Niall mumbled.
"I know." I pulled Niall slighly and let go when he started walking with me.
"Till we get it right we gon'...." Niall looked at me, so I can sing the rest.
"Love some more."
"Nah, c'mon, we're Juniors now. It's ok to curse at school, we'll only get a warning." Well that's true. "Till we get it right we gon'..."
"Fuck some more." I sang.
Niall nodded proudly. "There's my Dennise."
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"...So have the items on your list by Friday." Mr. Brown looked around the class and smiled. "And tomorrow, sit where you want and those will be your permanent seats all semester. I'll move you if you're too noisy." He looked around at all the quiet students. "Ok. Happy first day of school and Go Hawks." Hawks are our mascots. "You guys can hang-out the rest of the period."
The second after he said that, everyone started talking.
Harry and Niall turned around toward me, since I was behind them. So far, school has been alright.
"So you guys found all your classes?" Harry asked.
"Yeah. Dennise showed me mine." Niall answered.
"Yeah, and I found my classes too." I said.
"Nice." Harry answered. "See you guys later then." Harry got up and walked over to where his friends were and talked to them.
"Hey, where are you from?" A guy asked Niall.
Niall looked at the guy, then back at me questionably.
"I'm not answering for you." I smiled at him.
Niall turned back at the guy. "I'm Irish." He answered. Him and the guy began to talk.
Just because I'm a loser, doesn't mean I want Niall to be. He's hot, has an accent, a funny guy, and he's outgoing. How could that not be considered cool?
I turned around and looked up at the clock. Two minutes left and off to French.
"Hey Hollard."
My head turned to the left, making eye contact with a guy. "What?" I've seen him last year, but yeah, like I totally remember his name.
"You're worthless." He told me.
There it is.
"Yeah, like I haven't heard that one before." I rolled my eyes. "Just go back to your class- Oh wait, you're a senior in a Junior class." I made a 'Sss' noise.
"Skank."
"Don't talk to her like that, fucking douche." Harry defended. He scrunched his eyebrows at him, something he does when he's mad, and shoved the guy.
"Why?" the guy questioned. "It's true. She even called me stupid."
"Indirectly." I reminded.
"Shut the fuck up." He said in annoyance.
Harry punched the guy in the arm. "Leave her alone, Omar." Harry warned. "Don't fucking talk to my sister that way." Harry looked around the room. "No one talk to her like that."
Everyone looked at me and I blushed. "Thanks Harry." I hid my face in embarassment.
"I second that." Niall announced. He looked back at me and smiled. "Embarrassed, aren't ya?"
"Yeah." I put my hands down. "A little." Everyone went back to their conversations and I felt like a weight lifted off my shoulders.
The bell rang and immediately, everyone got up and started leaving.
I put my stuff away and walked out. One class down, five to go.
"Dennise." Niall grabbed me by the wrist and made me stop walking. "Want me to walk you to class?" he asked.
"No, I-I'm fine." I lied.
"Why don't you want me to walk you?" He saw right through that lie.
"Because I don't want you being seen with me. I want you to have your own life and have fun. I'm good like this." I shrugged. "I'm use to this."
Niall shook his head. "I'm walking you."
"I just said-"
"I am walking you. I don't care about a fucking worthless school title." Niall uses very... Colorful words. He's rubbing off on me.
"My class is right there." I pointed at a door not far from here.
"Dennise," Niall said in a serious tone. "I don't care."
"Fine." I gave in. I walked and Niall followed, being next to me.
He. Is. So. Tall.
I really like tall guys. Major turn-on. Like Zayn, he is the perfect height because he isn't too tall, or my same height, just perfection. You can't even point out a flaw! You can try, but you won't succeed!
Niall is the perfect height too. Like he is overall perfection. Sometimes I wonder if he's even real.
"...Dennise." Niall brought me back to reality.
"Huh?" I asked stupidly.
"I asked you a question."
"Um... Tyler Hoechlin."
"That's your answer?" Niall asked, smiling happily.
"Yes. I'll lock that in." I nodded.
"Nice." Niall proudly nodded. "I feel invincible now."
We got to my class and sat on a bench close to the door.
"Why? What did you ask?"
"Sorry, can't answer your question! You already locked in your answer!" he reminded.
"Tell me!" I whined. I playfully hit him and he defended himself and laughed along with me.
"Stop hitting me, Hollard!" He sounded like a six-year-old.
I stopped and looked at him anxiously. "What did you ask then?!"
Niall leaned his head against the wall and looked at me with his famous smile. "I asked you on a scale from one to ten how hot you think I am," He laughed a little. "And apparently you think I'm the sexiest guy alive."
I scrunched my eyebrows at him and slightly pushed him. "Nigga please."
"That's racist."
"Stop taking my phrases!" I ordered.
The minute bell rang and I saw a few students running to their class.
I got up and Niall did too.
"Alright Niall, I love you and all, but leave. Don't be late to class."
Niall put his arms out and I went against him and we hugged each other. Horan hugs are my favorite.
"Bye Dennise. Have fun and learn some French because I'll test you later." This kid fluently speaks French. I hate him for that.
He let me go and I walked to the door, holding the handle. "I will." I waved at him and walked in.
"Bonjour!" Mrs. Jacques greeted from the back of the room.
"Bonjour Madame Nancy." I greeted. Language teachers are called by their first names, well at this school... Except for my Spanish teachers... They're called Señora, or as my last year Spanish teacher prefered, Profe.
I walked towards the seats and sat at an empty seat at the front row. I opened my backpack and looked through it to get my materials out.
I heard the door open and another person walked in. Ha! I ain't the only person that was almost late!
I grabbed my binder and pen, then put my backpack down. I looked up and Niall was here.
He looked at me and smiled.
"Bonjour!" Madame Nancy greeted.
Niall greeted back and said more French words I haven't figure out yet.
Niall diverted his attention back to me and walked to my desk.
"Can I help you?" I asked quietly.
"Are you going to say it back yet?" He looked at me questionably.
"Bye." I said.
He shook his head. "I'm not leaving until you say it back and hug me."
"Go to class." I took a glance around me and everyone looked at us and best of all, it was quiet. Just great.
"I will when you do it."
I got up and hugged him and sat back down. "Bye."
The final bell rang.
"The longer you take, the longer I'm late to class."
I properly got up and hugged him. "Bye Niall." I let him go and sat back down. I can already feel my cheeks heat up.
He got to the door and smiled. "Elle est ma Princesse, soyez gentil." He announced it to like the whole damn class! I don't know what he said though!
"Awww!" said the girls in the class, along with the teacher.
Niall looked at me and sweetly smiled."Je t'aime Dennise." He told me. He opened the door and left in a hurry. Ok, I know what that one meant.
Madame Nancy walked to the front of the class and looked excited. "That was so cute!" She gushed with excitement.
"What did he say?" I asked her.
"You're in French 2 and don't know what that means?!" She teased me.
"It was summer..." I awkwardly smiled.
She jumped a little and smiled widely. "He said 'She's my Princess, be nice' and the last part he said was 'I love you Dennise'."
"Wow." I blushed even more and tried hiding my blush by covering my cheeks.
Well, I will make sure to yell at Niall for embarrassing me. And then I'll thank him because that was so fucking cute!