The Set Up (One Direction)

What kind of a school sets you up with someone? I mean honestly who does that! Well, one school apparently does, they think its better for the future. Everyone knows about the "Set Up" dance, anyone whos anyone knows about it. Every year all of the years take a 100 question questionnaire about themselves. The school pairs up people and they are forced to go to the biggest dance of the year. It can be anyone from any grade. Unfortunately for Morgan Greene, she has to struggle and deal with the pain of breaking up with her boyfriend for two years and having to be paired up with someone she hasn't met. Friends will test each other on different levels than ever expected.

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19. Something Special

Chapter 19: Something Special

Morgan's Point of View:

Christmas break isn't the best time to be stuck at home.

Wake up, eat, sleep, and repeat.

That's all you do, unless you actually decide to get out of the house. But the reality of it, actually using your energy to plan something, is most likely not going to happen. Especially since all of your friends are gone.

Harry has gone M.I.A., Liam and Niall went on a trip, and Zayn has a concussion. Madison and Cara left with there families somewhere. I honestly have no idea. They outed me after the party incident. They labeled me as someone they didn't want to be around. I mean, I understand where they are coming from, but they haven't heard the whole story.

Louis on the other hand, is still in town and I'm trying my hardest to avoid that. He's constantly texting me, asking if I'm doing anything. I don't even think he remembers that... Night. If he knew what happened that night, he wouldn't be asking me to do things. Luckily he hasn't texted me in the past 24 hours.

I lay in bed, staring at my blank ceiling. My phone bings, I spoke too soon.

I moan in annoyance and look at the screen.

"C'mon Mo! Let's do something I'm so bored!!!!!

I get these mixed emotions from each text he sends me. My stomach flutters, then guilt hits me. And hits me hard. The way I felt so careless and free when I ruined his perfectly good, or weird, relationship. I feel more bad for that slut. Well I shouldn't even call her that right now, I'm the slut here.

But I remember the way his lips moved so perfectly in sync with mine. The way we fit so perfectly together, reality is, it'll never happen. I can't let it happen.

I would have to live with this dark cloud over me, reminding me of my wrong doing. It would follow me everywhere, keeping the happiness from shining through.

But, it feels so right with Louis.

"Sure, why not. Come on over," is what I finally reply after days of avoiding.

And with perfect timing, a loud rumble from the clouds outside seeps through the sight cracks of the window.

Louis' Point of View:

"Sure, why not. Come on over," is what she sent.

I practically jumped up with joy when I saw her name flash on my screen.

"HELL YEAH!" I screamed through my house, glad no one else but me was home.

I grab my keys and bolt out the door.

The anxiety from the five minute drive to her house killed me.

I practically ran up to her door, not because of the rain, but because I couldn't wait to she her beautiful face.

The door clicks and there she was, standing more flawless than ever without makeup.

"Hey, I didn't know you were coming this soon or else I would've put some makeup on." She chuckled and I shook my head.

"Sorry, I was literally staring at a wall in my house."

She strode ahead of me, I intently watched her every movement. The way her hips swayed side to side, her long, brown hair followed behind her, also swaying. The way her hips and legs fit her body perfectly.

I remember how we kissed. I may have been drunk, but kissing her sobered me up. Her plump, pink lips were just right as her skilled lips touched mine. The wave of electricity I felt was unreal, I felt like I was in an electric shock chair. But only it was a good shock, one that made my whole body tingle. Her eyes were beyond the this isn't real. I could tell she felt and wanted it as much as I did.

"Louis?"

I was kicked out of my own daydream, by the girl I was daydreaming about.

"Yeah?" I casually respond.

"I asked you what you wanted to do?" She spoke. I carefully watched her lips move as she spoke those words.

"Movie? Thunder and lightning, and movies are usually the combination." I chuckled and she laughed.

We both sat down on her couch as she picked a movie.

She was so focused on the screen, it was so sexy. I continued to watch her, hopefully not in a creepy way. But it was probably creep to anyone.

Finally, she picked a movie. The Notebook.

What a chick flick.

"You ready to cry?" A smirk appeared on her face.

"Whatever you say, but I'll be crying from laughing so much."

She rolled her eyes and played the movie.

It's time for me to make my move.

Morgan's Point of View:

Our position on the couch was a little distant, but close. I was leaning on one side and he was leaning on the other. But the couch was more of a love seat then an actual couch. My knees were bent in front of me and his were the same but slightly more open.

It was more of the type of thing you'd see in movie where one doesn't want to confess their love. Only because of their strong friendship. It practically describes my life right now.

The parts that were sad, I cried . He laughed. The funnier parts, I laughed, he didn't. I made fun of him for not laughing, then he would throw a piece of popcorn at me.

"How much longer?" He whines.

I look at the clock, "about half way through!" I made sure to sound excited. He didn't say anything. He just looked into my eyes. With more of a serious look.

"What?" I asked, slightly humored by it.

A slight smile grows, "Are you afraid of me, why did you avoid me?" He asked.

The question I was dreading, "Do you even remember what happened at the party?"

His face looks puzzled.

"No."

My heart tightens and drops a little, "oh."

"Why? What happened?" He asked, curious.

I shook my head, "we kissed, Louis. I broke you and your girlfriend up and I feel terrible about it. But then I don't. Because I felt something and it actually sucks because you don't even remember."

He says nothing.

How perfect. I am such an embarrassment. I turn and continue to watch the movie, too afraid to look at Louis.

I feel his gaze on me, feeling more uncomfortable than I already was.

I got up, "I'm going to the bathroom," I state and walk into the bathroom.

I feel my feet drag across the cold floor and the cloud over my head is weighing me down. My heart is weighed down too. He doesn't even remember.

Louis' Point of View:

Just kiss her you idiot.

I contemplated with myself and stood. I walked over to the bathroom and waited in the hallway leading to the bathroom. I heard the sink faucet turn off.

Do it, you little wimp.

As the door opens, I start walking to it. She turns the corner confused. She won't be once I kiss her. And kiss her like I mean it.

"Louis, wh-" before she could finish her sentence. I grab her face and kiss her so passionately, I've never kissed anyone like this before.

I could feel fireworks, see the sparks as we kissed. I held her face and she wrapped her arms around my neck. We backed into the wall and my desire for her, the one I've been holding back, breaks loose.

The feelings I have for this girl are indescribable.

Our lips moved in sync like I remembered they did. I couldn't help but press my body onto hers. I slowly ground my hips into hers like I did when we first kissed. A soft moan escaped her lips. She grabs my hair, pulling and pulling.

The girl I fell in love with, right when I saw her, is kissing me. Not only was it not a bet or anything for money, she didn't stop. And that was something.

{AN: HIII GUYS! Oh my gosh! I am so sorry for the long time of not posting! I really do apologize! Thanks for sticking with this story and I hope you enjoy this chapter(; Plus, I don't know if any of you read stories on Wattpad, but omg. PSYCHOTIC IS UNBELIEVEABLE! IM IN LOVE WITH IT! Okay anyways! Enjoy! Love you all! }

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