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CHAPTER TWO

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I drive back to my dorm about five minutes from the main building with my mind racing a million miles per hour.

I couldn't possibly ask this guy that I just met to help me take out my sexual frustrations so I can focus.

I'm losing my god damn mind and it's only day one.....

But how the hell am I going to pass this class without help? He's the only tutor they have and I'm not failing a class because of one, stupid hot guy that has me flustered. That goes against everything I've ever prided myself on.

Making my way up to my room, I block out all the people around me and isolate myself in my room. I throw my bag on my bed and plop down next to it feeling frustrated.

Laying on my back, I run my hands down my face trying to come up with any kind of plan that doesn't involve Louis. But I simply can't think of an actual good one.

My hand slides in my pocket and I pull out that little piece of paper he handed to me.

Just rip it up into tiny itty bitty pieces, Harry.

Instead, I grab my phone from my back pocket and type the numbers into a new text.

And what exactly do you plan on even writing!?

I start typing:

Me: I change my mind.....

Nope, that doesn't sound right.
I erase those words and start over again.

Me: I think I would like
it if you helped me.....

Ughh that sounds too desperate. And how is he even suppose to know who this fucking is? You think you're the only person he gives his number to!?

Feeling more aggravated and stressed, I type out a message quickly.

Me: Hi, this is Harry. Would
you like to so kindly fuck my
brains out so I don't feel so
sexually frustrated anymore and
can focus on my studies????
Thanks!...

I stare at those words and laugh. Yeah, okay, imagine his face getting that text. I go to delete it and my thumb grazes to the send button.

No, no, no, fuck, shit, noooooo!!!!

I bet he's not even gay! GOSHHHH! I'm going to die!

It got sent.....

I stare at my phone, willing that damn message to please fucking come back. I can't believe that just happened. Please tell me I put that number in wrong. Please show me a message not sent error. ANYTHING?!?

I check the number and of course I put it in correctly and the text goes through smoother than anything I've ever seen.

I glance at it one last time and immediately throw it away to the other side of my bed and just stare at it contemplating my life decisions.... I could just never see him again, right?

Stupid working phone....

I bury my face in my fluffy baby blue pillow that matches all my pretty, new dorm room accessories I picked out from target. I remember seeing them on the shelves, radiating promises of picture perfect college days and big dreams.