Jackie's POV:

The morning light was streaming in, I could sense it behind closed eye lids. I felt so peaceful and content I didn't want to wake up. I had resolved so many of my problems that this had been the first peaceful night of sleep I've had in years. Nevertheless, I yawned and stretched my arms out and above my head.

“Ow.” A deep, throaty, and groggy voice groaned. I quickly pulled my hand back from the hard surface it had hit. I slowly reached my hand up and felt for the thing I had touched. “Well good morning to you too.” The voice laughed lightly seeming more alert. My hand retreated to my face, and I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes. I opened then and peered up at the curly haired boy from the previous night.

“Harry, not to be rude, but...Why the hell are you in my bed?!” I started off slowly and caught him by surprise with my ending tone.

“Whoa, calm down there Jackie. YOU were in MY bed last night because you fell asleep here.” Oh. That would explain the unfamiliar interior, I thought looking around. “Second, I slept in Lou's bed last night, seeing how him and Logan fell asleep on the couch.”

“Then why did you come back into your bed?” I asked growing more confused by the minuet.

“I didn't. You slept walked and you had this long conversation with me. You weren't really listening to my answers though, that's how I knew. Anyways, you climbed into bed and I told you I was sleeping here and you should go back to bed and you wouldn't leave. So I let you stay.” I blinked. I hadn't slept walk in years. The last time it had happened was the night my grandmother had died.

“Oh, well I'm really sorry about that. I'll try not to let it happen again, can't promise it though.” I said getting out. I felt a breeze and glanced down. I did a double take. WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED TO MY SHIRT?!?!?! I quickly crossed my arms over my breasts, my head whipped around to Harry. He was gawking at me, oh god. Had he just seen...?

“Well...you said you were too hot last night...” He mumbled still staring at me. I guess that was a yes. I quickly ripped off the top blanket and wrapped it around myself. I quickly averted my eyes though.

“OH MY GOD! YOUR NAKED! WHY ARE YOU NAKED?! YOU WERE NAKED AND YOU LET ME STAY IN THE SAME BED AS YOU?!?” I screamed at him. I didn't give him a chance to answer. I quickly ran out no longer caring about the search for my shirt. Louis and Logan were sitting upright on the couch wide eyed, probably having been woken by my screaming. “See you guys later!” I threw out and darted to the door.

“Wait, Jackie, let me explain!” Harry said coming out of the room, still stark naked. I averted my eyes again.

“FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, PUT SOME GOD DAMN CLOTHES ON!” I yelled. Then I ran out into my room and slammed the door shut behind me. I went to my room and pulled on a bra and shirt. I heard a knock on the door, I knew it was Harry. I walked calmly back, opened it to catch a glance of Harry with his mouth open prepared to speak. I threw the covers at him and slammed the door once again. I can't believe he tried to take advantage of me. OH GOD. I could have done anything in my dream state... I shook that off. I couldn't have done that could I? And Harry didn't seem the type to do such a thing...

I threw it out of my mind and headed out to orientation day. In my haste to leave I collided with a blur of blonde hair.

“Oh I'm so sorry! I was in a rush, I should have watched where I was going.” I said helping him pick up his books.

“The same for me. Its just as much me as it is you.” He laughed. I looked up from the floor and at him. He was Irish. “I know, I know. I'm Irish. Call me a leprechaun why don't ya?” He smirked.

“No, no! I actually love Irish accents.” I said smiling and slightly blushing, why was I being so bashful?

“Well, I have a thing for American accents.” He grinned. I giggled.

“Wanna grab lunch sometime?” I asked, whoa where had this sudden courage come from?

“Absolutely. I'm Niall, by the way! I lived in dorm 36C.”

“I'm Jacqueline, but you can call me Jackie. I live in dorm 23C, I think your right across the hall am I right?” I wondered.

“So you are! I'll have to stop by sometime and we'll make a plan to go to lunch!” He said with a grin still plastered on his face.

“Perfect! Look, I have to go, but we'll catch up later! It was really nice meeting you.” I smiled warmly at him. Then walked away.

Orientation had been long and this guy sitting behind me kept poking me with his pencil, and every time I'd turn around he would act like nothing had happened. Finally I just got up and left, even though we were nearing the end. I just couldn't take everything that had been happening. I walked around the campus until I came across an interesting sign.

Gymnasium this way.

It read with an arrow pointing in the direction of it. How odd, I hadn't realized the campus had one. I followed the sign's direction and sure enough came upon it. I entered and found no one in sight. I looked around in awe. It was perfect. Every piece of equipment was in here, all up to Olympic standards. I walked up to the beam and ran my hand along the length of it, admiring it. I walked off the mat and towards the wall slipping off my shoes. I walked back and genitally placed both hands in the middle of it.

I applied pressure and lifted my self up and into a splits long the length of it. I then straddled it and swung myself up unto the top. I slowly walked to the end and then did two back handsprings. I did a half turn and tried the part I could never overcome in my routine. A double turn in the slits. I nailed the first turn and just as I was starting to feel hopeful about the oncoming second turn, I fell on my face.. I got up and rubbed it a bit. I thought I had heard an intake of breath. I looked around again and saw no one. I shrugged. I pulled myself back up into a straddle position and swung back up. I walked to the end and dismounted with a full layout.

Although, it didn't go as planned considering I landed flat on my stomach. The wind was knocked out of me, and laying there for an eternity seemed like a nice idea right about then, but then I felt a pair of strong arms lifting me up. I turned to the person who had helped me. God, the last person I wanted to see.

“What are you doing here Harry?” I asked still trying to regain my breath.

“I came to apologize and explain myself, I saw you walk in here and I followed you. When I got in though, you were already in the zone. I couldn't intrude. Your amazing where did you learn that stuff?” He asked in genuine awe.

“When I was young my parents had me in gymnastics, I was an Olympic hopeful...” I murmured. “That dream died with them though. So I moved on to a sport that had nothing to do with them, soccer.” I said quieter than before. I looked back at him and could see pity and sympathy consuming his green eyes. Disgust filled mine. I walked out not willing to answer his calls. Today was just far too long, I needed to sleep this away.

Notes

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