There's Someone Always Watching

Tessa's POV

"You ought to get up before sunrise," I say to the half awake half asleep Niall. We're still in the tree, and it's almost dawn.

His body shoots up an looks around. I stare at him bewildered and then stand up on the tree limb, daringly. I hope I do not fall, although now I am sure even if I did Niall would catch me.

"We have to get back into the house," he says and stands up. He takes my arm and jumps down off the branch, takin me with him. We're still floating, not falling, but I'm not used to flying. I still get scared that we'd fall.

"Here, get in, I'll help you," he says when we get to the window panel. I left the window open all night, I guess. I nod and Niall leans me torwards the windows opening, and I swing one foot into the house.

Niall's hand accidentally touches my bum. I look back at him and he is blushing, muttering an apology.

"Just don't do it again," I say and climb back into my room. It's not clean, but not a pig sty. I straiten my shirt and go to my closet, picking out something for school.

"Oh wait, we had a uniform," I say aloud to myself. I often do that, and I'm guessing Niall knew that also, since he was always watching. Weird, it's like having a stalker but for my own good. ?

"You speak your mind so many times," he states from outside my closet.

"And you need to learn how to speak like a nine-teenth century teen," I say back. "And dress like one, too." I come out of the closet and put my uniform on the bed.

"What's wrong with the clothing I have now?" Clothing.... God.

"Hunny, khakis and a T-Shirt are not worn by nineteen year olds. You may as well be a twelve year old boy trying to impress a sporty girl," I say and wink. He rolls his eyes.

"Okay, Mum," he says. He frowns at the word mum, and I know why, because he told me yesterday.

I throw him some Aviators and denim black jeans. They're my step brothers, he's at college, but it'll fit.

"Thanks, but what are these for?"

I laugh.

"Well, Niall, you said you have to be watching me. I'm going to school, and you can't go dressed like that. We'll just say you didn't get a uniform and that you're a new exchange student. My teachers, very gullible people," I say.

"You're evil," he says with a dark face

"Damn right I am."

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