Tiffany's POV

After a long day of classes, annoying teachers and too much work, I was finally allowed out of the school blocks for good.

I had four hours before curfew, so I decided to walk over by myself to the university library and see Steph. Steph was always at the library. Studying, reading, and watching the cute boys who gave up their free time to stack the library shelves with books. She'd never work up the courage to talk to one of them though.

Walking into the library, I took my woolen scarf off. The heater was on and the library was full of warm air. I tucked my scarf into the back of my jeans and headed to the study tables.

I couldn’t see Steph yet, so I took a seat and pulled my books out of my bag. I scaned over my Ethics book and tried to squeeze some of the knowledge on the page into my brain, but I gave up after about ten minutes and pulled out my phone.

‘One new message’

Liam: Hey baby, thinking we should use our free time wisely… Meet at the back oval?

Butterflies tickled my stomach wall as my mind raced over what he meant by using our time wisely.

Tiffany: I can’t, I'm sorry... I promised Steph we’d study… Maybe another time?

I put my head down on the desk and willed Steph to hurry up.

“What’s a pretty girl like you doing all alone at a place like this?” A raspy voice said from in front of me. I lifted my head from the desk and my heart skipped multiple beats as I looked up at a dark haired boy. Instantly, I knew he was one of those bad boys. Black hair, pearly whites, mysterious eyes.

Two boys stood either side of him. The one on the left looked like a follower; just there because his friends were. The one on the right, looked innocent, but he had a glint of danger in his eyes.

“Love?” I heard the deep voice again.

I shook my head away from the faces of the boys in my mind. “Sorry what was that?” I asked, trying to act normal and calm my unusual raging butterflies.

“Can we sit with ya? All the other tables are full.” He asked, probably for the third time.

“Oh, um yeah…” I said, sitting upright in my chair.
“I’m Zayn. This is Harry…” He pointed to the guy with the curls, “And this is Niall.” He finished, pointing to the blonde one. I smiled at each of them. “

I'm Tiffany.”

“Pretty name. Matches you’re pretty face.” Zayn said, resting both arms up on the table, inches from where my shakey hands sat.

I could feel myself blush. “Oh. My name is so unoriginal...” I looked down at the table. "But thanks?"

This guy is hitting on me. And I think I’m accepting it?

Steph’s P.O.V

She was sitting at the table with three gorgeous boys, looking down at the table. The boys that were sat across from her were obviously new, I'd never seen them on campus. The boy on the left made my heart flutter and I wanted to talk to him so bad, but I'd never talked to an actual good-looking boy before. I hid behind the bookshelf and watched on.

The boy on the right was completely uninterested. He was absorbed in the lit up screen of his phone. The boy in the middle had all of his focus on Tiffany, and I could tell by her position in the chair that she was slightly uncomfortable. I glanced at the boy on the right with the chocolate curls and the hazel eyes. I watched as hs eyes smoothly glided around the room, and my heart lost it's shit when they landed on me. I forced my entire body behind the bookshelf and felt my chest heave at an abnormal rate. I heard footsteps gradually come closer.

"There's no use hiding, I've already seen you." The chocolate curly laughed.

I slowly pulled my body around the bookcase. "Sorry, I um, that's my friend over there and we're meant to be studying and I was going to come over but you were there and now you're here and..."

He cute me off with a small, casual laugh. "The name's Harry. It'd be my privilage to have yours?"

My heart fluttered. "Stephanie. But um, everyone calls me Steph."

"Well Steph, do you wanna come join us at the table?"

I nodded, accepting the invitation, then following the tall boy back over to an uncomfortable looking Tiffany.

I sat down next to my best friend “Tiff.” I said.

“Oh, hey!” She smiled.

“Oh and this is Zayn and Niall.” She looked at the middle one first, then the disengaged one next to him. I nodded a hello to each of them and watched as Harry sat back down, shifting slightly in his seat as his eyes looked me up and down.

Tiffany’s P.O.V

“Has anyone ever told you that you’re hilarious? I haven’t laughed like this is a while.” Zayn winked at my telling of the one time i fell down the stairs running to my dorm a minute before curfew.

‘Thanks I guess, I mean it wasn't meant to be that funny.” I said. I let my brain grow around the situation and as I got to the end, one of the words jumped out at me.

Shit! Curfew!

I caught a glimpse of my watch, and it showed 7:51pm. Curfew was 8pm sharp!

“Look Zayn, we should probably both get going, curfew is in 9 minutes.” I told him.

“What a shame, you follow the rules?” He replied.

I felt like telling him about my pure hatred for rules. I mean, a list of dumb instructions ordering you around. But I thought it would be better not too, it was a way out of this unusual situation any way.

I turned to Steph. “Steph, we have 9 minutes until curfew.” I gently grabbed her arm.

“Oh god, I’ve never been late.” She murmured. "I mean, I've been late one time before in primary... I mean.." I cut her off and stopped her from embarrassing herself further in front of the boys. Niall looked unimpressed, but Harry was watching her fumble on her words with a look of fond. It was easy to see the chemistry between the dorky Steph and the charming Harry, but I had to drag her away. Before I could, Harry spoke up. "Wanna exchange numbers?"

Steph turned to me, plead in her eyes. "Of course she does." I said smiling. We had around seven minutes to run back to our dorm.

As Steph wrote her number into Harry's phone, Zayn pulled his out. "Do you want mine? I wanna hear more about you..." He said suggestively.

"Maybe some other time Zayn."

Steph stood up again, muttered a soft goodbye to Harry and waved in the other boy's directions. I followed her out of the library, and felt for my scarf. It wasn't there. I turned to see if it was lying on the floor, but saw it sitting in Zayn's hand. He smirked.

I looked down at my watch. Four minutes until curfew. I knew going back to Zayn and trying to coax him into giving my scarf back would cost me all my privilages for a week for breaking curfew. I also knew that's exactly what Zayn wanted; he wanted me to break the rules. So with a swift turn of my head, I grabbed Steph's hand and continued hastily out of the library.

Notes

hey guys?
So, first off do you like the changes I've made?
Secondly, do you ship Steph and Harry?
And what about Tiffany and Zayn?

Thanks for supporting x