A Boy and His Guitar

"Get up," Clarity heard as someone shook her from her sleep. She groaned and flicked her wrist out of the covers, holding up her two fingers.

"Two more minutes!"

"Clarity, GET UP!" She knew this wasn't her mother anymore. Why was he in her house? Clarity shook herself from the bedspreads, allowing her body to sit up.

"What are you doing here," she asked. Niall shrugged.

"Your mum let me in. I was coming to see if you were ready... Little did I know you weren't even awake," he said laughing. She stuck out her tongue and squinted her eyes.

"Nice hair, by the way," he said. She looked at him confusedly until she looked over to see a mirror. Her hair was piled up on her head. It was frizzy and looked like a rats nest. Clarity swung the blankets over her head again, shielding Niall from looking at her hideousness.

" Niall, get out!"

"Why," she herd from under her cushiony shield.

"I look horrible! Get out so I can shower and stuff!" He laughed and pulled away the blankets, letting Clarity's hideousness be revealed.

"You're beautiful. Just comb your hair and get a little lotion and deodorant, and you'll be fine," he said with the dismiss of his hand.

"Please, just get out and go to the bus stop. I'll get someone to drive me, or I can walk." He nodded sadly and left the room.

Clarity shot up and went strait into the bathroom.

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