Royals

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Dear diary,
Confusion is a word we have invented for an order which is not understood.
-Henry Miller

I stare down at my book. The papers lined with ink and black scribbles we call letters and words. I fold it to close it and look around my room with a weighed star.

What am I looking for?

I'm not sure.

Then I saw it. The big furry stuffy. It was a golden bear with a square cushion in its hands.

The cushion had words spelling out its name. I choose the one named, Oboo.

Niall had asked me why I choose that one but I didn't have an answer. I did but I didn't. I noose it because it was the only one named Oboo and it was original and different. I felt that the bear was kind of like me. Different.

I picked the stuffed bear up and held it in my hands as I walked towards my bed. As I laid down on my bed next to my book of thoughts - considered and diary - and wrapped my arms around
Oboo.

I sat in my jumbled thoughts and sighed.

What happened?

Did we really kiss?

I shook my head and felt the heat forming behind my eyes. I didn't know what to do. I was so confused. Niall helped me in a way I could never repay him. He's broke down walls that would have stayed up forever, and even shared things that I never would have imagined with me.

Why was I so worked up about this?

A tear slipped out and ran down my temple and into my blanket. I closed my eyes and blew out hot air. I felt myself become heavy and my body sink into my mattress.

~

"Rise a shine darling! Your going to be late for school if you don't get up and adum." My mothers voice cooed as she rips the curtains open.

The light seeps in through the window and pains my waking eyes. I blink and rub my eyes slowly making my way out from under my covers.

"Morning mother." I speak and I saunter over to my dresser pulling out some clean clothing.

"Breakfast is ready. Come down and grab a bite before your off." She plasters on a forced smile and beelines it for the door.

Once the door shuts I quickly change into the white T-shirt and blue jeans in record speed. I rush around for my shoes and jacket that lay in their place on the floor from last night. I walk down the stairs and place my shoes by door and hang my jacket on the railing for quick access.

As I take a deep inhaled breath, I smell the pancakes that were freshly made. My stomachs growls at the enchanted smell and I make a bee line to the kitchen where the smell originated.

"Yum." I hum as I spot the plate made on the table that awaited me.

"Don't take to long your running a bit late but also don't choke." My mothers voice says. I see her dressed in a grey suit. She grabs we bag from the counter beside me and turns to face me.

"Have a good day at school. It's my first day, wish me luck." She gives my check a quick kiss and rushes past me to leave.

Wish me luck. I chuckle at the thought of her needing my luck.

~

The cold air slapped my face in force as I walked on the white pavement. I come across a patch that was drawn on with chock. It was a smiling sun. I wish I was a sun. I would always be happy like that.

~

I walk into the halls and make my way to my locker. The green metal was dark and scratched up. It was old and you could tell so.

I took out my history binder and grabbed the text book as well, not forgetting my pencil. As I shut the locker door I jumped in fright when I saw the golden haired boy smiling towards me.

"Sorry, didn't Mean to scare you." He spoke through a charming chuckle.

"Who are you?" My brows furrowed.

"Forgot me already? I'm Louis." The name rings a bell in my head.

"Oh yeah. Hi." I smile. "What brings you to my locker?" I question.

"Niall told us boys to keep an eye on you, we'll all have a shift. I happen to have first period walk with you." I scrunch my eyebrows in confusion.

Shifts?

Other boys?

"Shifts?" I repeat aloud this time. "Other boys?"

"Oh that's right you don't know the others. Well you will soon." He starts to walk forward and I
stay standing in place.

"We come on don't want to be late for history do we?"

"You she my answered my questions and how so you know I have history?" I ask still not
understanding the situation.

"You're holding history stuff so I figured... And I was going to answer your dying questions on the way."

I debate agreeing but I realized I needed to get to class either way, and I rather do that with someone rather then alone anyways. I didn't want a chance of being seen alone and vulnerable.

"You have some answering to do." I say moving my feet till I was in Sync with the golden haired boy on my right.

Notes

So I'm sick :( that sucks. Anyways I hope you liked this. I thought that since I have nothing else to do I would write and this is what I got.

Um so I almost made a mistake and made Zayn as one of the boys taking her to class but then realized through my sick fuzzed brain that Zayn was with Ashley as a bully so why would he help her?

So yeah don't hate me I actually feel bad for making Zayn the bad guy but I mean come on.. I wouldn't be a fanfic if I didn't involve the typical shit right?

Soooooooooo Liam was just introduced. How do you like his character/role in this story? :)

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