Harry Styles Imagines

Study Buddy

Two days. Two days left until my finals are over. Two days until I am finally free from this constant source of hell. Two days until the stress, madness, instability and wildness is over. These two days were gonna be the end of me.

Go to college, they said. It'll be fun, they said. The best time of your life is during college. The parties, the boys, staying up late, no one telling you what to do, were all things they said. Why did no one ever mention the craziness of the workload?

It was always, 'Oh I remember the time' then following it up with a good memory of college. It was never, "You should be aware of the workload that comes along with those good things too." or "You know, you're gonna have to balance your time out between working, spending time with friends and studying." Because those things would have been nice to know.

Currently it is 7:40 at night and I haven't stopped studying since this morning. This whole past week has been filled with me nonstop studying, it's become all I do. Wake up, eat breakfast, study, eat dinner, study, and go back to sleep. I have literally no life right now except for the one that involves me sitting behind this desk.

I feel so bad for Harry as he has been so understanding during all of this. He knows that I need to do well on these tests. He knows how important my grades are to me and what it'll do to me if I don't do as well as I want. He has been nothing but understanding.

Harry has found multiple ways to make himself busy, whether it's going out with the lads, writing some new music or even going out for a drink with James. He has done everything he can to give me the space and quietness that I need, but for some reason today he is being extra annoying.

I could possibly just be annoyed because I have only gotten about 4 hours of sleep each day with no breaks in-between studying; or it could very well be the fact that he has pulled a chair right up next to me running his hand, slowly, up and down my back.

Now normally I would have thought this was cute and sweet. I love it when he gives me small touches of affection, they usually relax me, but every minute that his large hand grazes my skin I get even more distracted and irritated.

It's been this way for about an hour now. After we ate dinner I came up to the study to repeat my schedule, once again. Today, Harry had followed me up to our offices and sat down by his desk. I thought that he had some work that he had to get done, so I was able to ignore him and focus on my work. But I quickly learned that I was wrong. As time went on Harry would move his chair closer and closer, until he was practically looking over my shoulder.

At first, I tried to ignore him. I don't know why I thought this, but I thought if I didn't acknowledge him, he would get the hint and move back over to his desk. But, his breathing was loud, his hand distracted me and he was practically watching my every move. It was starting to get on my nerves and I was becoming very irritated.

As I reread the same sentence for the fifth time, trying to understand it, I learned that with him by my side, I was not going to be able to finish studying. I took a deep breath before speaking softly.

"Harry." I spoke as gently as I could, trying not to explode on him. I had put my highlighter down and turned my head to face him, hoping he would see the irritation that was laced on my face and take the hint.

"What's up, babe?" He asked resting his chin on my shoulder so he could see the work that I was studying. His hand had stopped moving and now rested on my lower back. The idea of him taking the hint quickly vanished as his face was still on my shoulder so I could only see his profile.

I exhaled deeply, trying to not make it sound like an annoyed huff, "Could you give me like one more hour of studying. Then we can watch a movie or something." I tried to negotiate, putting it as nicely as I could without bluntly telling him, 'I want you to leave.'