In Too Deep (Niall Horan AU)

Chapter 3

"Maddie. Get up." Wylla giggled pushing the redhead gently. Maddie groaned and pulled her blanket up over her head. "Maddie, we're going to be late if you don't get up. Just think of all the cool stuff you're going to see in your labs today." Wylla tried to coax Maddie from her bed. "Fine. I will buy you the biggest tea you've ever seen and dinner tonight." Wylla sighed. Maddie flung the covers from her body and sat up. Wylla laughed loudly and shook her head. "Come on. Get dressed. I'll walk with you." Wylla grinned at her roommate. Wylla went to her own closet to pick out her clothes.
"Soooo," Maddie began, walking to her closet. "Do you think that we'll see that cute guy that saved you at the pub today?"
"Maddie, you asked me that yesterday too and we didn't. It was probably just a freak occurrence. A nice guy who did what he thought was right. Why would it have to be anymore than that?" Wylla laughed.
"Because it's romantic and you're a writer. It would be so cute if that happened to you." Maddie smiled as she found her jeans and t-shirt for the day.
"But also highly unlikely." Wylla reminded Maddie as she found the dress she wanted to wear for the day.
"I can have a dream." Maddie giggled, sticking her tongue out at Wylla.

Wylla walked toward her next class slowly. She was full from lunch with Maddie and she was tired from it. She really wanted to take a nap. She had nearly fallen asleep in her classic literature class. Wylla ran her hands through her hair. She'd attempted to style it but it had gone wrong so she just left it the curly mess she was born with. She entered the room with a sigh. She knew her day could get so much better.
Wylla took a seat at the front of the room. She didn't care about what other people were going to think. She had been dying all summer to start her creative writing class and she was going to be as focused on it as she could. Wylla took a notebook from her bag and laid it on the desk. She began to doodle on the cover while she waited for the class to start. Other students started to fill the room rather quickly.
"Hey." A boy with dark hair and brown eyes smiled as he took the seat next to Wylla. Wylla just smiled politely at him. "I'm Masen." He stated with another smile.
"Wylla." She replied, completely uninterested in the boy. She knew by the way he was smiling what he wanted from her. The boy leaned closer to her, moving his small desk closer to hers as well, but before he could speak, the door to the lecture hall slammed closed.
"Good Afternoon. Welcome to Creative Writing. I'm Professor Horan. This is my playground, I make the rules. If you don't follow them, I kick you out." That smooth Irish accent hit Wylla's ears and her stomach dropped. Her eyes snapped up and she felt her mouth go dry. Niall's eyes met Wylla's and he felt his heart stop. He shook it off as quickly as he could. He couldn't think about the way she looked in her sweet but sexy floral dress or the way her messy hair tumbled down her back. "First rule." Niall grabbed Masen's desk and moved it away from Wylla's. "My male students will not make me female students uncomfortable." Niall stated, glaring at Masen. Wylla struggled to hold in a giggle as did a few other girls in the room. Niall returned to the front of the room. He threw a clipboard on the large table top at the front of the room. "Second rule. I hate roll call. I refuse to do roll call. It's a waste of my time with you. Every class you sign in and I look at attendance when I grade assignments. If you don't sign in, I won't know you're in class. Simple as that." Niall spoke with an authoritative voice. "Third rule. I give assignments. You do the assignments. I'm not really one for second chances. Unless you have a really good reason, I don't accept late turn-ins. Death is about the only reason. But I'm open to clever ones." Niall chuckled. Wylla bit her lip and tried not to laugh herself. He must've heard some outstanding excuses. "Along with late assignments, I dislike late students. As a very wise Professor around here likes to say, 'no one likes tardy people'."
"STYLES!" A boy at the back shouted.
Niall nodded and laughed, " Exactly." He cleared his throat, "Last rule. Have fun with this class. It's creative writing not stressful writing. Anything I give you, it will never be too much for you to handle. I want you to challenge yourselves but please do not over think." Wylla smiled and dropped her eyes to her desk. She loved the way he was acting toward the class. "Questions? Comments? Concerns?" Niall asked the class. There wasn't a peep out of any student in the room. "Great." Niall clapped his hands together the rubbed them together. "Let's get started."