A/N: Chapter one! Yay! I hope you like it my beautiful unicorns. Hehe thats cute :p. I say cute alot to. People say I need a new word. But cute is a cute word:) Anyone agree? No? Okay. Im gonna write now I LOVE YOU xx
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As if the idea of college wasn’t stressful enough, now there was the worry that you were going to inadvertently get unattractively documented in a tabloid. I decided avoiding anyone and anything that had to do with Harry Styles was a must. Chapel Hill is a big enough school it doesn’t seem like it would be too terribly hard to avoid one person in 20,000. Still, Charlie and Ryan seemed really taken with the idea of being “bros” with a celebrity.
So here I am moving in for my first year of college. Good thing my roommate was my childhood friend Manda, although she too couldn’t stop talking about the biggest celebrity to hit campus since the UNC basketball team.
As I my parents walked out of my dorm room I took a deep breath. I basically hadn’t lived at home for the past four years, but it was still hard to say goodbye to them and accept that this was beginning of a new era. I wanted to just take a moment and let it all sink in, but Manda was insistent that we go and stalk out Harry’s dorm. I passed on that “opportunity” and sat down on my bed with my laptop in my lap. Of course I had heard of One Direction, who hadn’t? I mean they were known worldwide. Every member of the band had a different persona. Every member of the band also had something that was irresistibly cute about them. The cuteness factor was unfortunate for me. I knew guys like this, true they weren’t famous, but they were cute, they knew it, and they let everyone else know that they knew it. Of course I wanted to meet a celebrity, but if I was going to meet a member of One Direction I don’t think I would choose Harry. He was categorized as the typical womanizer. Everybody talked about how much he loved to flirt. That was the last thing that I needed. First of all let me not overlook the fact that I am assuming he would even want to get to know me. That is a ridiculous assumption anyway. Second of all if we did meet I won’t pretend that I could actually stick to my rules. I always dreamed that my first famous encounter would be with a girl because then at least there wouldn’t be the attractiveness factor holding me back from having an actual personality. I’m naturally shy. I’m shy with anybody, but guys are the worst. If I find them attractive in the least I literally cannot speak. It’s an embarrassing flaw, but I’m working on it.
The first two weeks of school flew by. The classes were huge, averaging a few hundred people. I had met a few people, but all in all it was a bit overwhelming. I could take a guess that Harry was in my psych class since there was always a constant circle of girls around a specific seat, but I never ventured to check it out seriously. School, school, and more school were on my mind. I probably seem like a total loser to you right now, but I am an aspiring business major and it’s pretty competitive. I don’t have time to worry about my social life.
But everyone has their weaknesses right? Charlie and Ryan called me last night and insisted that I come to this frat party. Now partying isn’t really my thing. At 17 I’ve only been drunk twice which may seem normal, but at boarding school I was considered extremely malnourished in the alcohol department. It didn’t take much convincing to get Manda to agree to come with me. Two weeks at school and we were still basically inseparable. Mandawas big into dressing up; she practically begged me to wear a dress with her, but that’s just not me. Now I am preppy; actually I’m preppy beyond compare, but in terms of going to hangout with people I would rather just wear cutoff jean shorts. So there I stood next to Manda in her cute floral cotton dress, wearing my cutoff jean shorts, a flowy tank top and sandals. We walked across campus to the frat house; you could hear the music blaring from three blocks away and we both secretly prayed the cops wouldn’t bust the party. We looked at each other one last time doing a quick hair and makeup check and then prepared to step over the house’s threshold.
