Rumors about a new student were every where. I first heard them at breakfast, then all during math class. I've heard nasty things and good things about him. But I never really believe the rumors. Most of them are made up. But I found out they were true when I enter the studio. Siting next to Steve was a boy I had never seen before. He had freckles, green eyes and bright orange-red hair. "Lily this is Ed Sheeran. Ed, Lily Porter." I wave to the boy. He looked a bit nervous. Which was understandable. Some people are intimidated by me, because of my fame in the school.
"Lily is one of the best singers in the school"
"Steve! You know that's not true!"
"And she's humble"
I rolled my eyes at Steve and turned to Ed.
"So what can you do?" I asked.
"Sing, play gitutar, write music"
A man of many talents. He was British. I could tell by the acent. I've spent so much time around Niall that I know the know acents really well. I already liked this boy. Steve asked me to her Ed sing. I was curious so I did. He started playing and sang with the voice of an angel.
I wanna be drunk when I wake up
On the right side of the wrong bed
And never an excuse I made up
Tell you the truth I hate
What didn't kill me
It never made me stronger at all.
Love will scar your make-up lip sticks to me
So now I'll maybe lean back there
I'm sat here wishing I was sober
I know I'll never hold you like I used to.
But our house gets cold when you cut the heating
Without you to hold I'll be freezing
Can't rely on my heart to beat in
'Cause you take parts of it every evening
Take words out of my mouth just from breathing
Replace with phrases like when you're leaving me.
Should I, should I?
Maybe I'll get drunk again
I'll be drunk again
I'll be drunk again
To feel a little love
I wanna hold your heart in both hands
Not watch it fizzle at the bottom of a Coke can
And I've got no plans for the weekend
So should we speak then
Keep it between friends
Though I know you'll never love me like you used to.
There maybe other people like us
Who see the flicker of the clipper when they light up
Flames just create us, burns don't heal like before
You don't hold me anymore.
On cold days cold play's out like the band's name
I know I can't heal things with a hand shake
You know I can't change as I began saying
You cut me wide open like landscape
Open bottles of beer but never champagne
To applaud you with the sound that my hands make.
Should I, should I?
Maybe I'll get drunk again
I'll be drunk again
I'll be drunk again
To feel a little love.
All by myself
I'm here again
All by myself
You know I'll never change
All by myself
All by myself
I'm just drunk again
I'll be drunk again
I'll be drunk again
To feel a little love.
"Did you write that?" I asked with amazement, as we walked out of the studio, down the hallway.
"Yeah" he says. He was amazing. "So where are you from?" I ask. I wanted to get to know him. He seemed almost magical. Like a unicorn. "Halifax, West Yorkshire" he told me. So he was from the U.K. Just like One Direction. "Cool. One of my best friends is from Mullingar, Ireland. I'm from Beverly Hills, California" I tell him. I walked to the boy rooms with him. I wanted to stop by and see Niall. Ed's room was on the same hallway. Who did he share a bathroom with? Josh Ashford. My ex. I felt bad for Ed. Josh is a bitch. I told Ed bye and walked over to Niall's room. I like most of Niall's roommates. There was Olly Murs. Very fun guy. He's a singer. Then the other two were Liam and Zayn. With Louis and Harry across the hall. I knock on Niall's door.
"Whose there?"
"Me"
"Me who?"
"Lily, dummy. You know your best friend since age 12!"
We go through this almost every time I knock. I think he finds it funny. I just find it damn annoying. "So I met the new guy." I say walking in. Niall was eating chips while laying on his bed. He's never not eating. If he ever gets a personal chef he's gonna need an entire team of them in order to keep him full.
"What was he like?"
"Very very talented. He's from the U.K. He has ginger hair and is is about our age. Plus he lives a few rooms down." I tell him.
"cool."
Suddenly I felt hungry. Stupid cravings. But I loved my little boo. I decided to call her that until I named her.
"Give me some of those" I say laying down next to him. As we ate he randomly sang "Na". I sang "Na" one note higher. We ended up singing "Na na na" over and over again. "Niall what are you doing?" I heard Liam call from the bathroom.
"Eating!" Niall called back.
"Well shut the hell up! I'm trying to sleep!"
"Don't scar Lily with your vile language."
I couldn't help laughing. I swear all the time. I can't help it. I have bad influences. Niall swears a lot and says it's because he's Irish. Everyone thought I would be a good girl like sweet little Ty. But instead I picked up on the vile language of my other best friend. I looked at the time. 10 pm. I should go. "Bye Niall, see you tomorrow!" I say leaving.
I got back to my room, I heard 2 people talking. I have a terrible habit of eavesdropping. "Ty please! I love her! Tell me why she doesn't want me back." Zayn begged Ty.
"Well you dumped her, which broke her heart."
"I did it so that she wouldn't get hurt"
"Well she did"
"I told her I was sorry."
"You still messed up"
"I know"
There was a silence. I wondered if they knew I was listening. Most likly not. This was a habbit that not even Ty knew I had.
"Do you really love her?"
"More than anything in the world"
"good. You'll need it later. Now go she's gonna be back soon."
At that point I needed to my my presence know.
"Hey Josie! I met the new guy!" I called.
"Cool I wanna hear all about it!" Josie calls back. Soon all the girls, even Lucy were in my room. I told them all about the guy, who we later nicknamed the Ginger Genius.