Waist Deep in Thought

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Zayn's POV

It was finally Friday. This week has been pretty hectic. I thought highschool was difficult, well get a load of this. I sat upright from my position. I was reading a new novel, Wuthering Heights. I've been trying to get read it for a while but I never really go to it. Being in an household with loud sisters running around, I've never really got the chance.

I scratched the back of my head, I'm not really use to this silence. It's quite unnerving. I kind of miss Lous's loud mouth. He had classes in the afternoon whereas I had them in the morning. I decided to just lay there on by back and look up at the ceiling. The room was dimly lit by my lamp next to my bed. It was making the ceiling give off some sort eerie dark look. Kind of reminded me of Harry. He had alot of tatoos. I have couple myself. But he has ALOT. He's pretty rude though. I've seen him around school, and there's always alot of girls around him, like he's some sort of God. And, that stupid smirk of his. Disgusting. He could've been a decent dude if he wasn't so damn arrogant. Ugh, why am I thinking about him? My thoughts were quickly disrupted when Louis came in barging in like the mad man he is.

"LUCY I'M HOME!" He shouted while kicking off his toms.

"Hey Louis." I mumbled. Now, I know for certain I'm not getting that nap.

Louis did a fake gasp while clutching his chest as if he's in pain. "Is that how you speak to your superiors, peasant?"

I rolled my eyes and turned to face the wall. Wrong move.

"The dungeon it is!" I didn't know what was happening until I felt a sting on the back of my head. I groaned. What the hell? I quickly sat upright while gingerly rubbing the back of my head. I glanced over to my side to see Louis loking at me with a amused ...

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...n on my bed and staring at the ceiling once more. I don't know how long i layed there for but I knew if Louis saw me still unprepared. I quickly got up and went to the bathroom, not wanting to continue that gruesoming thought.

I got inside the shower and turn the shower on. I got under the warm soothing shower, and started thinking about this party. My fist party to be exact. Also my first college party to be very very exact. What the hell am I suppose to do when I'm there? I don't know anybody at the Uni like that, other than Louis, Niall and Liam. I got out the shower before I turned into a prune. I dried my body and then proceeded to go put on my clothes. I spent 15 minutes putting my hair up in a quiff. I don't ussually do this style, since it's so time consuming. But since I'm going to a party I might as well look good. I finished up and went and sat on my bed.

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