Moment of Weakness
First sight
BEEP...BEEP...
I wake up to the annoying beeping of my alarm. Shit! It's 8:30! Musical Theory starts at 9:00, and I have to get dressed and continue the ten minute walk to get there. There, being the Manhattan School of Performing Arts. I jump out of bed, in a frenzy, grabbing some skinny jeans, a faded Beatles t-shirt, my Manhattan sweatshirt, and a pair of Converse.
Running the brush through my wavy, chocolate locks, I run out of my bedroom, and into the kitchen of my apartment, not bothering with my makeup. I notice a note on the counter, from my best friend, and room mate Adeline Andraic, or Addie for short.
{C}Emory-
I didn't want to wake you, because you were up late, last night. I will drop Jonah off at daycare for you. Get some breakfast at Starbucks, today. I'll see you in class.
Lots of love,
Addie{C}
I love that girl to pieces. I honestly don't know what I would do without her. I grab my bag, and run out the door, stopping to lock it, before sprinting to the Starbucks, nearby. After getting my Cookies 'N Creme frappachino, I realize I still have twenty minutes to get to class, and start walking slowly. I watch as everyone rushes by, getting on with their lives. It is New York City, after all, the city that never sleeps.
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I run into the room, with 30 seconds to spare, rushing to my seat in the back, not paying attention to anything else.
Just then Professor Gordon clears his throat and gets everyone's attention. I look up briefly, but go back to getting my notebook, and laptop out of my bag.
"Class, these boys are new students here. They are not to be treated as celebrities, but as regular students." That little sentence somewhat captures my attention, and I look up to see who he's talking about. One Direction...Just wonderful...a group of five incredibly stuck up teenage boys. Just what I need. That's when everything changed. "Boys, you can take a seat with Ms. Sheafer in the back."
I mentally groan, and shuffle my chair over, and put my bag in to the seat next to me, so that there is still room for Addie.
The one with unbelievable curly hair, and green eyes, tries to make conversation as his bandmates get settled. "Hello, love, I'm Harry, and we are One Direction."
"Just because I'm not throwing myself at your feet, or I'm not acting like a slutty little bimbo, doesn't mean I live under a rock," I snap, hoping that they get the message that I don't want to talk to them.
"Are you a fan, love?" The tall one next to him, with messy brown hair and bluish-gray eyes, asks, still not getting that I don't want to be bothered.
"No, and I never will be. There's more to life than obsessing over five boys just because they can sing and have accents, and don't call me love!” I snap, wondering when they will leave me alone.
Just then, my spunky red headed friend bounces in, coffee in one hand, a muffin in the other. She takes a seat next to me, and gets herself situated, and that's when she notices the five boys sitting at our table, but noticing my irritated expression, she ignores them, while I start talking to her.
"So, Addie, how did dropping Jonah off go? Harder than you expected?" Teasing her, knowing she can't resist my brother's puppy dog eyes.
"I don't know how you do it, for a four-year-old, he's pretty darn sneaky! He convinced me to stop by Starbucks, and get him a muffin."
"Honestly, you're just putty in his hands....Wait one second, you didn't get him a muffin, did you?" Her sad attempt at hiding her face is the only answer I need. "Adeline Rose Andraic! You know how he gets when he eats sugar! How do you think his-" I fail to finish my rant, before I burst into laughter, Addie cracking up right beside me.
"So, who are you, and why are you at our table?" she asks the boyband, successfully changing the subject, before we appear too crazy.
This time, it's the blonde that speaks, "I'm Niall, and we are One Direction, we are starting school here," he speaks with a strong Irish accent.
The brunnette next to him with slightly spiked short hair and chocolate brown eyes, goes next. "I'm Liam, and it's a pleasure to meet you."
"I'm Louis, and I like carrots.” The one from earlier, with the stripes, and TOMs pipes up.
"How about you Curly, and you Fohawk?” Addie inquires, when those two don't say anything.
"I'm Harry," Curly introduces himself, "and Curly, really?" he shoots her a withering glance.
Fohawk, as Addie dubbed him, goes next, looking up, and into my eyes, with his breathtaking brown eyes, a gaze that's so intense, that I just have to look away. "I'm Zayn."
I wake up to the annoying beeping of my alarm. Shit! It's 8:30! Musical Theory starts at 9:00, and I have to get dressed and continue the ten minute walk to get there. There, being the Manhattan School of Performing Arts. I jump out of bed, in a frenzy, grabbing some skinny jeans, a faded Beatles t-shirt, my Manhattan sweatshirt, and a pair of Converse.
Running the brush through my wavy, chocolate locks, I run out of my bedroom, and into the kitchen of my apartment, not bothering with my makeup. I notice a note on the counter, from my best friend, and room mate Adeline Andraic, or Addie for short.
{C}Emory-
I didn't want to wake you, because you were up late, last night. I will drop Jonah off at daycare for you. Get some breakfast at Starbucks, today. I'll see you in class.
Lots of love,
Addie{C}
I love that girl to pieces. I honestly don't know what I would do without her. I grab my bag, and run out the door, stopping to lock it, before sprinting to the Starbucks, nearby. After getting my Cookies 'N Creme frappachino, I realize I still have twenty minutes to get to class, and start walking slowly. I watch as everyone rushes by, getting on with their lives. It is New York City, after all, the city that never sleeps.
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{C}I run into the room, with 30 seconds to spare, rushing to my seat in the back, not paying attention to anything else.
Just then Professor Gordon clears his throat and gets everyone's attention. I look up briefly, but go back to getting my notebook, and laptop out of my bag.
"Class, these boys are new students here. They are not to be treated as celebrities, but as regular students." That little sentence somewhat captures my attention, and I look up to see who he's talking about. One Direction...Just wonderful...a group of five incredibly stuck up teenage boys. Just what I need. That's when everything changed. "Boys, you can take a seat with Ms. Sheafer in the back."
I mentally groan, and shuffle my chair over, and put my bag in to the seat next to me, so that there is still room for Addie.
The one with unbelievable curly hair, and green eyes, tries to make conversation as his bandmates get settled. "Hello, love, I'm Harry, and we are One Direction."
"Just because I'm not throwing myself at your feet, or I'm not acting like a slutty little bimbo, doesn't mean I live under a rock," I snap, hoping that they get the message that I don't want to talk to them.
"Are you a fan, love?" The tall one next to him, with messy brown hair and bluish-gray eyes, asks, still not getting that I don't want to be bothered.
"No, and I never will be. There's more to life than obsessing over five boys just because they can sing and have accents, and don't call me love!” I snap, wondering when they will leave me alone.
Just then, my spunky red headed friend bounces in, coffee in one hand, a muffin in the other. She takes a seat next to me, and gets herself situated, and that's when she notices the five boys sitting at our table, but noticing my irritated expression, she ignores them, while I start talking to her.
"So, Addie, how did dropping Jonah off go? Harder than you expected?" Teasing her, knowing she can't resist my brother's puppy dog eyes.
"I don't know how you do it, for a four-year-old, he's pretty darn sneaky! He convinced me to stop by Starbucks, and get him a muffin."
"Honestly, you're just putty in his hands....Wait one second, you didn't get him a muffin, did you?" Her sad attempt at hiding her face is the only answer I need. "Adeline Rose Andraic! You know how he gets when he eats sugar! How do you think his-" I fail to finish my rant, before I burst into laughter, Addie cracking up right beside me.
"So, who are you, and why are you at our table?" she asks the boyband, successfully changing the subject, before we appear too crazy.
This time, it's the blonde that speaks, "I'm Niall, and we are One Direction, we are starting school here," he speaks with a strong Irish accent.
The brunnette next to him with slightly spiked short hair and chocolate brown eyes, goes next. "I'm Liam, and it's a pleasure to meet you."
"I'm Louis, and I like carrots.” The one from earlier, with the stripes, and TOMs pipes up.
"How about you Curly, and you Fohawk?” Addie inquires, when those two don't say anything.
"I'm Harry," Curly introduces himself, "and Curly, really?" he shoots her a withering glance.
Fohawk, as Addie dubbed him, goes next, looking up, and into my eyes, with his breathtaking brown eyes, a gaze that's so intense, that I just have to look away. "I'm Zayn."
