Niall's POV

Uggghhh, I just want to go back to sleep! I heard my alarm clock go off which woke me up from my dreamless slumber. I turned over and grabbed my phone to turn off the alarm, then turned back over and snuggled my comforter under my chin.

*Ten minutes later*

"Niall Hun, you have to get up for school."

"Ten more minutes!" I curled up even further into a ball to block out everything and go back to sleep.

"You already got ten more minutes come on Tony's making you breakfast." Tony is our private chef, more like my private chef. Mum and dad would always make me food three times a day, but it wasn't cutting it for me. One day I decided to make my own food, blah blah blah yada yada yada, the firefighter hit on my mum and got punched by my dad. After that I wasn't trusted in the kitchen to cook a thing so they got me a private chef to use whenever I want. Since I love food he and I became good friends.

Mum walked out of the room when I started to lift my body. I couldn't pull my body up in a sit position, so I got a better idea. I push my comforter off to the side and rolled my body until there was no bed left and landed on the floor. I settled my hands beside my head and pushed my knees up to finally sit up. After sitting on the floor for a couple seconds I walked to the bathroom and looked into the mirror. I now understand why mum was so quick to leave when I got up, I'm naked. I walked over to the shower and jumped in before letting it warm up. Next I got out dried myself off and walked back over to the mirror.

I'm so tired the even the shower didn't help, Liam kept me up all night. We would shoot jokes back and forth it was just a constant banter, I'm probably going to sent him a message while I'm at school. Yes, I know I don't know what he looks like, or if he isn't an old man with a weird vendetta, where he lives, or even if Liam the is his real name. I guess there's only one way to find out, I'm going to ask him to skype with me later, plus I'm to just lazy to type non-stop.

I swiped my hand across the mirror to look at myself. I don't really understand why so many girls at my school have a crush on me, it has to be my personality. I mean I don't particularly hate myself or the way I look, because to be honest I look like any other guy you would see on the street or at your school. I'm a normal height, I have regular blue eyes, my lips are a bit small (so I don't see the attraction), I have a normal size nose, I originally had brown hair but I dye it blond because I feel like it fits me more. My body isn't even all that great, I get zits like a normal teenager, my arms aren't that big, my legs are like toothpicks if I'm being honest. And well I'm just like that I have a fast metabolism, otherwise I would be fat instead of having a soft tummy.

I dried my bleach blond hair, styled it up into a quiff, and brushed my teeth. I walked back into my room and looked through my drawers to find some white boxers, black skinny jeans, and a crazy mofos shirt.

I quickly ran down stairs to the kitchen so I could have plenty of time to enjoy my breakfast. I walked in and mum and dad were sitting at the counter eat their breakfast. Dad was read the paper and mum was making friendly conversation with Tony, who had just finished up my breakfast. Hash, eggs, bacon, sausage, pancakes, and orange juice. Tony had just got out of high school when my dad hired him, so we are pretty close in age.

I said my fair share of mornings and thanked Tony and left him to his conversation with my my mum. I would usually save him from a boring chat with mum but I'm just to tried to try. So I quickly finished my food (so much for savoring it) and kissed my mum goodbye and said bye to dad and Tony, dad just mumbled and Tony told me to try and learn something today. I get along very well with my dad I can always talk to him and he supports my football games, even takes me to football games but in the mornings when he's reading the paper I usually leave him to it.

I walked up to my room grabbed my bag and headed out to my car to drive to school. Because I barely had any sleep last night I cranked up the radio to keep me up, I really don't ever want to get into an accident. I drove into school singing Michael Bublé and rocking out, yes I know people don't rock out to Michael Bublé but it has never affected my popularity in any way.

After I book my books out of my locker and set off to my first class, French. I sat down and waited for the rest of class to come in so we could just get this over with. As people were coming in they kept greeting me saying hi and how are you, but I was so tired the only thing I could reply with was a small smile which seemed to make everyone so happy that I acknowledged them. I don't know why but everyone in this school wants to be my friend so badly, plenty of girls tried to get me to cheat on Kendra, and plenty of guys have tried to get me to hang out with them.

I looked out the window, which was on the other side of the room, and started to doze off. Next thing I know I'm getting a slap in the back of my head, that certainly woke me up. Kendra sat down next to me and smiled, "I saw your blog on tumblr. I looks like someone had some fun last night."

"Yeah, it's not that bad, although I didn't really know what I was doing and ended up on this guys blog for a good half an hour reposting practically everything."

"Did he get upset with you?"

"Nah, he sent me a message telling me to slow down and that his blog wasn't as great as I made it out to be. We ended up talking till like 5. Which is why I'm so tired."

"Well he sure must of been interesting." She smiled over at me, then the teacher, Miss. Wills started her lecture. I was to tired to pay any attention and just started out the window and dozed off. Every once in a while Kendra would hit me in the back of my head to keep me up. She knew how important my grades were to me, but I was just to tired to pay any attention. I took out my phone and sent Liam a message,

BadLuckLepercaun: you kept me up all night with your jokes and stuff. Now I'm passing out in French, my girlfriend keeps hitting me in the back of the head to keep me up! Man I'm dying over here say something else so I don't pass out, it worked last night!

I didn't really expect for him to answer, he did say he had school in the morning and I wasn't sure if he was the type to text in class. I got a message almost a minute after I sent the message,

PayneTrain: haha man who needs French anyways? I don't have a good joke, but I woke up to my dad throwing boxes down the stairs and found out that I'm moving tomorrow! Who the hell doesn't tell their child there moving? I ended up out side in my boxers (forgot to put on clothes) and some old lady checked me out so I yelled enjoying the show and she mumbled horny teenagers. She was the one checking me out!

I saw that and started laughing so hard, I have a thing where I find everything hilarious especially when I'm tired. I couldn't hold bad my laughter, everyone was staring at me and some people laughed along. Miss. Wills sent me out of class to calm down.

BadLuckLepercaun: I just got kicked out of class for laughing to hard! Haha. Any ways where r u moving 2?

PayneTrain: Doncaster

Liam's moving to Doncaster? I live in Doncaster! Weird coincidence.

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