Stretching my arms, I woke up to the sound of my guinea pigs chattering tiredly. "Morning Gingernut, Brownie." I called as I swung my legs out of bed. I paused a moment, looking at all of the One Direction posters filling my walls, smiling as I realised it was only two weeks until the concert. Yay!
Gingernut and Brownie squabbling brought me back to reality and, shaking my head to try and push the exciting thought out of my head, I grabbed some hay and guinea pig feed.
I was in school early for once, and saw Opal, Emily, Brielle and Sophie sitting at the table in the canteen. Making my way over, I heard Sophie talking loudly about how she was going to try not to kiss Michael on Saturday. Like that's going to happen! I thought to myself. I would tell you what's going on between them, but to be honest I don't really know, and I'm sure Sophie will tell you.
Plonking myself down next to Brielle, I grinned, "Two weeks!" I squealed animatedly. She looked at me in confusion for a brief second before her wide smile broke out across her face. "I actually can't wait!" Brielle gasped, "This is gonna be my first ever concert, and it's ONE DIRECTION!" she breathed in excitement. I noticed Opal raising her eyebrow out of the corner of my eye, but I ignored it, she didn't have the right to be so controlling and judge us so harshly. Not everybody is perfect, in fact nobody is perfect and I much as I hate to admit it, not even Niall Horan is perfect.
I watched as he stared across the canteen at her, his eyes briefly glazing over. I knew for a fact that he liked her, he had shyly admitted to me once at the start of secondary school after I had caught him staring into her stunning green eyes. I have to say, although she may not be overly popular, she has a quirky yet sensible personality which is somewhat like his. I nudged him gently, "Staring at your true love again?" I teased quietly, if the other lads heard you could be sure they would spread it round the whole school, not something I would want to happen to my best mate. He gave me a funny look before running his hands through his brown hair and sighing exasperatedly, "Ye- No. I mean no, maybe," he looked up at me his hazel eyes going wide in a sad yet confused expression, "Yeah, it's just I really like her, but I don't know if she likes me back. She's probably over her crush on me by now, it has been over a year."
They were in the snow, him, her, his sister Sarah and Carol, a girl from our primary school. They had just completed an awesome igloo, windows and everything. He had asked about a snowball fight and everyone had brushed it off, apart from her. She ungracefully pulled herself out of the small doorway to the igloo, crawling after him as he quickly ran out to make some snowballs. Carol and Sarah had followed them out to see her dumping a pile of glittering snow over his head as he was bent down moulding more snowballs in his gloved hands. She grinned evilly as she turned away from his shocked face. Dropping the small balls of snow he scooped up an armful of the freezing white stuff and chucked it at her retreating back. Her mouth fell into a perfect 'O' shape and her body went stiff as she swung round to face him once more.
They continued this for several more minutes until Carol laughed loudly, "You two act like an old married couple!" She bit her lip and watch Carol point at something behind her back. Next thing she knew, a solidly fashioned snowball smacked her shoulder. Ignoring it, she pulled Carol to the side. After he watched them talking quietly and glancing up at him every so often, they broke apart coming back towards him and his younger sister. She had a shy grin on her face and her cheeks looked a rosier red, but that could've just been from the cold February air. Carol's face had been set with determination, as she strutted up to him.
After talking about the youth club he and Carol went to, and how Carol's friend accused her of fancying him because Carol had his Skype, Carol started saying that she wanted to say something but she didn't know how. Then Carol grabbed her over to the fence and they began another heated discussion, again glancing at him as he made snowballs out of boredom.
Finally the came back after many wild hand gestures and he asked what Carol had been trying to say earlier. Carol looked at her with an unsure face and she encouraged her saying, "Just tell him what you told me a few minutes ago." Carol took a deep breath before facing him and quickly pointing at her, she said,
"She fancies you."
Those three words made him feel really weird inside, he didn't know why. He felt a whole load of emotions all at once. He felt overwhelmed.
"So does she!" she exclaimed crossly, pointing straight back at Carol before running behind the igloo and throwing herself into a patch of especially deep snow.
Carol, Sarah and him followed, when Carol asked if she was alright she mumbled with her face still in the snow, "Just bury me in the snow."
And that's what they did. He dropped onto his knees and piled snow on top of her back at a steady pace, staring into the distance and collecting his thoughts.
I feel for him, I really do. Somehow in first year it got out that she fancied him but when one of the lads, Charles asked her she shouted "No!" in his face before turning and running after her friends.
The bell rang, and everyone gradually dispersed, the quiet morning buzz hovering in the air still.