Manners

I woke up with my feet on top of Niall's chest and my head on Harry's shoulder. I groaned, sat up, and rubbed my eyes, trying to ignore the soreness in my neck and shoulders. Sometimes I really hate that everyone loves me so much. Especially when they all want to share the same bed with me.

I crawled out of bed, bruising Harry's legs while hitting Niall's face in the process but managed to get off the bed without injuring myself.

Making my way to the curtains, I opened them with a quick flick of the wrist. Wincing a bit at the screeching sound of rusty metal rubbing against rusty metal, I screamed:

"GET UP!" All the lads squinted pathetically in the light and hid under the covers. Laughing, I jumped into the shower and cleaned off all the sand that had dried onto my body from last night.

I walked over to my suitcase and pulled out some shorts and a shirt. I hummed contently, the sun doing wonders to my mood. The weather had never been this nice in Doncaster; Cape Cod was definitely a good place to live in.

I found myself thinking about Giselle, with her chocolate curls and soft eyes. But truthfully, I didn't like her, she seemed like the needy type. The type that Niall or Liam normally dates, but I don't like girls like that. Especially not girls that reminds me of- don't say her name! I swore to myself that I would never think or say her name again. Besides they're total opposites.

I ripped the thought of her out of my mind and piled my homework into my backpack. I walked back into the bedroom and watched the boys sluggishly get ready for school. Bored, I picked up my football and went outside.

Slipping on some Vans and shades, I kicked the ball up, juggling it on my head, knees, and the curve of my ankles. I counted how many times I hit the ball without letting it hit the ground but grew tired at 47. Perfectly kicking the ball straight up, I caught it effortlessly with my right hand and threw it inside the motel room.

I grabbed my backpack, locked the back door, and walked to the bike racks, where the lads were already waiting for me. Swinging my leg over the side of the rented bike, I peddled out of the motel parking lot; everyone following me close behind.

I felt my mind wander off as I started soaking in the beauty of the morning, daydreaming to the point where I was temporarily blinded.

"Lou! Watch out!" I heard Zayn yell in the midst of my daze. What? I thought stupidly and looked ahead, like a safe biker should.

I was riding on a narrow sidewalk and saw a girl, walking with her back turned to me. She was just a few feet away, unaware of the idiotic guy who wasn't looking. I tried to hit the breaks as quickly as possible but it was too late. My tires scratched against her calves and she was already face planting onto the side walk.

I had hit a girl.

"Shit!" I shouted. I hopped off my bike and helped up the fallen girl. Her heavy blue backpack did not help the situation as she struggled to stand up.

"I'm so sorry!" I apologized and put a hand on her shoulder. I noticed her chocolate curls. From behind, she looked exactly like-

"El-Eleanor?" I asked, confused. The girl turned around, small scratches were evident on her face. Giselle.

"Who's Eleanor?" She asked. I squeezed eyes shut, I had broken my promise and now she knew about her. Why did you even think it was her? Think she came to visit you? I taunted myself.

"Louis, are you okay?" Giselle asked, concerned. I looked down at her legs.

"Shit, I'm so sorry." I said when I saw her bloodied and scraped knees.

"It's okay, it was an accident, and it was mostly my fault for not looking. I was daydreaming . . . "

Again?

"No, it was all my fault." I said angrily, mentally slapping myself for running into Giselle, again. I decided not to add that I was also daydreaming; guys aren't supposed to do that.

"Its fine, really, I'm so clumsy sometimes." Giselle smiled weakly, looking like she was going to collapse any second now. Probably because blood was running down her shins.

"Well at least let me give you a ride to school." I said, feeling guilty. Hey, even though I don't really like someone, that doesn't mean I shouldn't just ignore their injuries. Mum would be proud.

"How?" she asked.


I pointed to the enormous basket, settled in the front of my bike. Her eyes widened. Trust me, I thought, I don't really want you to dent my basket.

"I don't think that I'll fit. Besides, it's really just a small scrape and wh-what are you doing?" She asked nervously as I impatiently picked her up and set her into the basket.

"This is called: being stubborn, comprendo?" I snapped while flinging her backpack into her lap. I was being a goddamn gentleman and she was concerned about her ass not being able to fit into a basket. Some people.

Before she could answer or try to escape, I began biking, the lads continuing behind me, as if nothing had happened.

"Por favor-" she started.

"Yeah, I only know like four Spanish words, so if you could talk in English, that would be nice."

"You take French?"she asked, I nodded curtly.

"Yo hablo en ingles, pero puedo hablo en español tambien."

"Uh, what?" I asked, irritated. Didn't I just tell her to speak in English? I hated it when people talk in foreign languages, it's like their showing off and mocking me; telling me I'm stupid.

"She said she talks in English but she can also speak Spanish!" Yelled Niall from behind me.

"You're really good, the accent even sounds legit." Commented Liam.

"Thank you." She smiled, making me roll my eyes, God, she's such a show off.

"So where do you live?" Harry asked curiously.

"Um, in the lighthouse, at far end of the beach."

"Seriously? That's amazing!" Exclaimed Zayn. She smiled, making me roll my eyes again. Of course she lives in that gigantic lighthouse, she seems like the rich and snobby type.

"I've never seen anyone go in or out of the lighthouse." Commented Liam.

"I live alone." She said stiffly.

"Oh." Said Niall in a small voice.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't know-" Started Liam, apologetically.

"Its fine." She stared off into the passing trees coldly.

"You know, if you get lonely, you could always invite us over." Suggested Liam. What the fuck? No! Hell no! In what world do we go over to a girls house after meeting her the day before? Liam must have fallen on his head or something because there is definitely something wrong with him.

"Yeah! We're great at keeping things loud!" Shouted Niall, all the boys shouted in agreement. Okay, I think they all have switched brains with apes because these are not my friends.

"I don't think that's a good idea." Giselle murmured, shaking her head slightly. I sighed in relief, thank God. And that's when Liam decided to open his mouth again.

"Well, just someone to check on you from time to time, you know since you don't have any parents and-"

"I'm a foster child, my mom is just away 99% of the time." Giselle said bitterly. Liam bit his lip, him and his big mouth. Damn, who knew Liam could insult someone so much.

"I-" started Liam.

"Don't, it's fine." She interrupted, shrugging a little. The rest of the ride was dead silent, luckily the school was only about a mile away. When we arrived at the bike racks, I apparently was still in a daze and climbed off the bike, absentmindedly. The bike began to tip over and Giselle screamed, not being able to get out of the basket.

Fortunately, Liam caught my bike before it smashed onto the ground and Giselle got injured again. I watched as Liam carefully picked Giselle out of the basket and set her down on the concrete. She immediately scoped up her fallen backpack and walked quickly to the front doors. All the boys turned to me.

"God dammit Lou!" Shouted Liam.

"If someone hadn't suggested that we rented a bike with a basket, maybe this wouldn't of happened!" I yelled back, already pissed.

"You could've not of gotten off the bike! Or put the kickstand up!" Shouted Harry. I doubt the kickstand could've supported her weight.

"You could've actually caught the bike instead of standing by like an idiot while Liam practically dived for the bike!" Hissed Zayn.

"You could've been more careful in the first place, actually look ahead of you, and given a heads up to people in your way!" Yelled Niall.

"And at the least you could've apologized." Liam scolded.

"Whatever. She's fine." I mumbled, ignoring their truthful remarks, and marched towards the doors.

"You're being an ass today, you know?" Shouted Harry. I whirled around, not taking any of this shit.

"She's so annoying! She deserves what happened to her!" I glared at all the lads.

"You sound so ridiculous, she's a really nice person." Niall said, I rolled my eyes.

"You don't even know her! And we're all entitled to our own opinions, and mine is how irritating that - that THING is!" I bellowed. I stomped off, into the school and decided if this was going to be the one day I would be a bitch, so be it.

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU ALL LOOKING AT?" I roared, boring holes into anyone who dares to meet my eyes.

So much for the sun doing wonders to my mood. Thanks a lot Giselle.

Notes

This chapter is kind of sad... But Louis has a pretty good reason why he doesn't like Giselle. There is a ton of foreshadowing in this chapter. Anyways, tell me what you guys think!
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