Harry’s raking his fingers through his hair as he’s sat on the edge of his bed. The early morning sun blinding his eyesight as he raises one hand to block it. The events of last night are slowly coming back to him before he realizes….
“Y/N. Shit.” He rips through the mix of blankets and sheets on his bed until he finds his cellphone.
Scrolling through his contacts, he finds your name and sends a text.
His fingers are tapping the back of the device awaiting a response. He can feel his heart rate speeding up, he’s hoping he didn’t secretly cross any boundaries.
Harry’s confused. He could’ve sworn you scurried out of his bedroom the night before full of regret.
Harry: Last night? We… you know? Fucked?
Y/N: I have no idea what you’re talking about H. I’ll see you in class Monday!
Harry takes his index finger to scratch the top of his head. Was she too intoxicated to recall? Did he take advantage of her?
Harry: Y/N, I apologize if I overstepped any boundaries. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.
Y/N: Harry. Nothing happened. Okay?
You were just going to pretend like nothing happened.
Harry’s ego instantly bruised. He’d never been told he lacked in the intimacy department nor did he ever allow himself to perform so poorly that the other person would rather have amnesia? You and Harry had always mindlessly flirted, he believed last night was bound to happen. He also secretly wished a relationship would blossom from it, and he’s definitely feeling the opposite of what he thought he’d feel. So if you were going to pretend like Harry didn’t exist, he was going to make himself visible
Denver’s been mindlessly rambling about Zayn and the girth of his member for the last two hours. In a way, you were grateful. She was able to alleviate any thoughts of Harry in your brain, but not even Denver at her peak of annoying could run you from the truth. You weren’t sure why you chose to act oblivious, you’ve craved a moment like that since the moment you met Harry, but it still felt so wrong.
“Anyways, I’d hoping you’d come back with me to the frat party tonight. Zayn’s gonna be there!” In typical Denver fashion she has her lips formed in a pout with arms crossed across her chest, and she’s attempting to beg.
“No way Denver! I have a huge test at the end of next week plus piles of other homework. I’m staying in tonight.” You stomp your right foot down in protest.
“You’ve got all Sunday to finish on top of the week ahead of you. You can’t be perfect 24/7 sweets!” Denver sashays to the bathroom to get ready for the evening ahead of her.
There’s nothing wrong with a little perfection.
You slip back into the warmth of your bed and reposition your laptop back onto your lap. You weren’t ready to see Harry…. not yet.
After tackling different assignments for what felt like five hours. Denver walks back into your bedroom with her final form.
“So? What do we think?” She poses as if she was on a runway.
“Amazing D!” You stuff your mouth with the animal crackers you grabbed out of the pantry in between assignments. Not fully ready to commit to an entire meal.
“It’s still not too late for you to come with!” You juggled the options in your head before declining fully. Allowing Denver to bid you farewell and enjoy her evening with Zayn. You close your laptop and set it on your nightstand in exchange for the remote. Navigating your tv to Netflix, you settle on some reruns of Dear White People and before you know it, you’ve drifted soundly to sleep.
The exact second Denver walks in, hand in hand with Zayn, Harry immediately diverts his attention to the doorway. Hoping to see you trailing behind, instead he’s left disappointed. Zayn and Denver quickly walk towards him after his reaction.
“Hoping to see someone else?” Zayn’s half chuckling. Mostly for the light heartedness but pity is a close second.
“W-What? No. I just realized I have to see you again.” Harry takes a light jab at Zayn’s arm.
Zayn takes a pregnant pause before whispering into Harry’s ear,
“I promise you’ll feel a lot better if you’re just honest.” Harry avoids eye contact. Instead he pats Zayn on the back and slowly walks to the kitchen with his hands in his pockets.
“Something’s got him down in the dumps.” In a room full of people, it’s still the only whisper he heard.
Harry twists the top off of a brand new bottle of tequila before lining up three shot glasses and deposing the liquid within each. He quickly throws all three back and slams each glass down after every swallow. A look of disgust traveling across his face as his mouth forms a yuck.
“Wow someone’s going through it, aren’t they?” The silhouette of a woman makes itself apparent through a dimly lit hallway.
“Oh, hey Ryan.” Harry swallows to gain some taste back into his mouth. “Just typical frat boy activities, you know me.” Harry’s got his hand on the back of his neck as his temperature is slowly accelerating due to the alcohol.
“I reckon, I’d love to get to know you more.” Ryan was a good fuck, just ask the entire fraternity house. But Harry wasn’t in the mood for a mindless hookup, he wanted Y/N in his arms while they watched silly romcoms and exchanged childhood stories.
His lack of response sparked confidence within Ryan. She took short nips at his neck marking her territory. Harry gave in just enough to give her access to his exposed skin. She lined his neck with prominent bruises. Just enough of a bite that stung and just enough of a sloppy kiss to leave him wanting more. He took gentle squeezes at her bum before she softly took hold of his two fingers and guided him up to his bedroom. Once there, she pushed Harry onto his back, he slowly pushed himself up onto his elbows. His head was pounding from the mix of alcohol and the bass from the stereo playing downstairs.
Ryan’s slowly undressing herself as she puts on a show. Swaying her hips side to side and giving him different views of her body.
Harry’s not paying her any mind though, instead his focus is shifted to his closed bedroom door where he mentally replays the night before. The sound of his slamming your body against the door as he thrusts from different angles makes him salivate at the mouth. Ryan must’ve peeped by now because she yanks his face toward her forcing him to keep his eyes on her.
Harry isn’t in the mood to fight her off, instead he grabs a condom from his nightstand drawer, ensuring this will be the last time he has to deal with Ryan.
Monday comes quicker than you anticipated. Today you decide to make a little effort with your outfit, the obvious reason being this would be the first time you saw Harry since that night in his bedroom. So you give yourself an illuminated makeup look and steal Denver’s favorite Fenty Beauty red lippie just to give you that extra umph. Topping it off with a timeless look. Satin creme high waisted trousers, with a knit wrapped top that plunges a bit at the cleavage and the Gucci loafers you splurged on after weeks of saving. Also, you might’ve saw Harry wearing them first and instantly fell in love. Hoping that these would be a conversation piece amongst the two of you in your 9 am.
Grabbing your backpack, you walk out of your front door. Your shared apartment with Denver was still technically on campus and only about a five minute walk so you opted out of your vehicle most days to save the planet. It made you feel considerably warm inside whenever you did decide to do this. Plopping in your earbuds, you listen to your favorite playlist on the way to class. Excitement was bubbling inside of you.
When you finally reach the classroom, you take a deep breath before walking inside. Your eyes immediately divert to the table behind yours hoping to see Harry. And you did see him, more or less. You just didn’t expect to see him like this.
He’s draped in all black with a huge hoodie engulfing his body and black sunglasses to cover his eyes. He looked like shit.
Now you didn’t know if his eyes were on you, but they were. As you confidently walked to your seat Harry watched your every move. Mentally noting how beautiful you looked and how that red lipstick complimented your skin so well. His heart is skipping several beats because he knew you only dressed that way when you wanted to impress someone or something. He was secretly hoping it was him. While his ego would normally allow him to bask in the fact that he finally got you to make an effort for him specifically, it was quickly clouded by the fact that he slept with someone else not even twenty four hours later. Neither one of you were exclusive to one another but he still felt his actions were uncalled for. Denver, Benji, and the remaining stragglers quickly trickle in right before the clock strikes nine on the dot. This Professor was pretty strict on time.
“Oi mate! It’s a beautiful day. Why are you all covered up?” Benji’s voice booms throughout the classroom causing half of the class to turn around. He then rips Harry’s hood off displaying his collection of love bites who, might I add, were a tad bit excessive.
You can feel your eyes grow wide at the site of them quickly turning back around to face the front of classroom. A large lump was forming in your throat that you couldn’t swallow if you wanted to. Shrinking in your seat, you instantly regretted even attempting to look good for Harry. Why would a frat guy even remember one of his many love affairs? But Harry did. And he knew the moment you saw how decorated he was, you’d no longer be interested. You weren’t a fool, and you definitely weren’t going to be one for him. So he slumps down lays his head on the table before him.
The entire class period is spent in silence yet again. Your wiggling your toes in the Gucci loafers you hoped were going to be conversation pieces, silently begging time to move faster so you can get out of there. When the professor finally releases the class, you scurry out before even Denver could get a word out. Harry was beginning to think all he’d ever see you was in a hurry.
The rest of your classes go by with ease the moment you rattle any idea of Harry out of your brain. You were never the type to allow another individual get the best of you. That’s how you prospered, being able to shake things off and keep your own life going.
As your released out of your final class for the day, you make your way to the library to hopefully get some extra studying in. Sitting down at a table amongst the shelves a books, you pull out your laptop and begin busying yourself.
That is, until your thoughts are interrupted with a slow but needy tap on your shoulder.
Whipping your head around you meet the same shit looking Harry. You’d be lying if your stomach wasn’t fluttering at the thought of him.
“Y/N I need to talk to you!” His eyes are still covered in his sunglasses, and his hoodie is still up but you can make out just a few of the love bites dancing across his Adam’s apple.
Instead, you give him a solid middle finger and go back to working on your laptop.
He takes the seat next to yours and puts his arm around your chair.
“I know you’re mad at me, but please talk to me.” Harry’s pleading , and you know if his bloodshot eyes weren’t masked at the moment, you’d completely lose yourself over his green orbs begging for forgiveness.
So you turn your body to completely face his silently.
Harry takes his cue to begin speaking,
“Y/N, I know that looked really bad earlier and. I know that you came to class like this,” he points to your entire outfit, “for me. When else have you ever worn Gucci loafers?” You smirk at his observation, he continues,
“Someone told me that I need to start being honest so here goes..” Harry’s voice is escalating in volume which causes the librarian to give him a stern shhhh. He bows his head in defeat and pulls you closer.
“I’ve had the biggest crush on you since the day I saw. I might even love you, I have no idea. Your smile brightens up every single one of my days, your intelligence turns me on, and God, don’t even get me started on that beautiful face.” You don’t realize how big your cheering until you physically force yourself to stop.
“What was I supposed to do when you basically wanted to pretend like nothing happened? So I did what a typical college guy would do and I drank. I drank all of my sorrow until an easy lay was there to make me forget about you. I’m sorry Y/N. I didn’t mean to make you feel like I didn’t value our time together. I’m telling the truth, you have to believe me.”
It could be his visible desperation that causes you to forget all institution but wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him softly on lips.
“I feel the exact same, H.” A soft giggle leaves her lips and Harry could feel the weight being lifted off of his shoulders.
He peppers kisses on your cheeks and nose, you finally feel like your in heaven.
The news of you and Harry dating was actually received well. Nobody was bold enough to comment on the pairing other than Denver, but she was too wrapped up in Zayn to even mutter a word. So the first couple of weeks was everything you wanted and more, the perfect beginning to the honeymoon stage.
But since you were who you were, you made sure not to get too comfortable. You refused to sleep with Harry again until you were completely ready. You wanted to make sure that he wasn’t using you for sex and actually wanted to spend all this time with you.
He brought you flowers to class a handful of times, as well as invited you over so he could cook dinner for you. Which was surprising, you’d never been to the fraternity house during the week so to see it so clean and empty was refreshing.
Everything was going smoothly, until it wasn’t.
It was typical Friday night. Another party being thrown as usual. Harry had his arm across your chest holding your backside as close as possible to his front. You could feel every movement. His breathy laughs causing the hairs on your neck to stand. Anytime you budged, you could feel his dick twitch against you. It turned you on more than you wanted to admit. The group of guys huddled up on one side of the house with their girlfriends, or whoever they were boning that night secured beside them.
As Harry entertained Benji’s antics, you took a glance around the room. A few guys and girls took glances at your group probably silently wishing they could be one of you. What really caught your attention was a young lady staring directly at you. She was visibly angry, and her directness caused you to shift the weight between your feet, but you stood taller, nobody was ever going to make you feel threatened.
Harry could feel her eyes through his peripheral so he secured his grip on you making sure your as close as possible. Notice Ryan moving closer, Harry excuses himself to grab you two another drink. He presses a gentle kiss on your cheek, and you lift your cheek slightly to share the moment. You also wanted to show whoever the hell was staring at you that he was off limits.
As Harry walked to the kitchen, you noticed the young lady watch him before disappearing amongst the crowd. Something was off.
Harry pours himself another concoction taking a quick gulp to rid his anxiety.
“Someone got cuffed rather quickly.” Ryan appears causing Harry to roll his eyes.
“Why are you here!?” Ryan takes large strides to Harry, leave just enough room between them that each hair on his neck rises slowly after each breath she takes.
“What’s your poor girl gonna do when finds out you slipped up just a few days into your brand new relationship?” She wags her index finger in front of his face letting a few tsk leave her mouth.
“You wouldn’t.” Harry’s grip tightens on his glass.
