Natalie's POV

My sister the greatest sister of all times...... having her by my side is like having a best friend I can't get rid of. I know no matter what I do she will always be by my side. Ready to defend me at any given time, at times I feel what would I have done without her , ..........nothing ....just crash and burn my conscience reminded me. I was extremely overwhelmed by the guys, when I didn't even notice she was setting off to fight with the wrong guy.

Just when Naomi was about to start another rebellion there came down an angel, just like his presence his facial features declared him as a true paragon of love.....I felt like singing
'Yeh chaand sa raushan chehra
(This face is as bright as the moon)
Zulfon kaa rang sunherah
(Hair is golden in colour)
Yeh jheel si neeli aankhei
(These eyes are ocean blue)
Koi raaz h isme gehra
(Surely had some mystery within them)'

He was an angel . He came in and caught hold of Naomi before she was about to hit Harry for being present the moment I was sobbing and bring Naomi to the assumption that he was the reason behind my whimper. The boy lifted her up and in reflex Naomi hurt the boy in this right eye.....she had to hit somebody you know. Naomi was exactly my carbon~copy when it came to choosing friends and the fact that she did choose someone that fast , really made me like that blonde, like as in a brother ....not like like. Realizing she hit the wrong person, additionally a person who was her friend she quivered in response to her own beating.

"Shit .! Niall did I hurt you?" trembled my sister. "Is that rhetorical or you're actually asking me ?" Niall replied with a smile.

"When will you learn to be in you're senses when your fighting?" I asked perturbed by her man-oeuvre.

"Uh gee, Natalie , when is some one in their senses when their out of their senses?" she argued.

Both the guys gave a smirk.
I gave them a look of dissapointment as if I expected them to be on my side even though I barely knew them.

At this particular moment entered the head of cheerios, in her red uniform walking in high heels with her nose up in the air. She was tall, and spine chillingly attractive. With a crisp red T-shirt and skirt, and crimson lipstick on her lips she walked straight in as if she was a part of the conversation. And started kissing Harry , me being of proper Indian decent and ethinicity felt uncomfortable to public display of affection to the power of infinity .... and gave my sister the obvious look to go away.
Niall seemed already in disgust and had stood five feet apart from us. So Naomi and I joined him.
And we started walking. Thats when Niall says ,"Can we just go grab some food?" Both of us agree . And we start walking down the corridor towards the canteen.
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"Hey , can we go grab some food?" This question brought me out of my stupor, when I realized it wasn't Niall anymore but Grant who was asking me that. I realized that all the while I was in my daydreaming state  I was actually staring at Grant in the interim. Comprehending through the essence of time one notion was clear to me  serendipity or fortuity, what ever you may call it, it will occur in its own pace and show you it was bound to happen after all. The path of life has already been set, future has already been aligned. It's futile swelling in the past.

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