Eighteen | H.S. |

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"What time is it?" I ask as I wake up in my dorm. The sun started to creak through the blinds, and I hear footsteps in the hall.

"I don't know." Harry mumbles and search for his phone. "Um..its 5:45."

"I have to go to class." I say and he groans.

"Why?" He pouts and does the puppy dog face.

"Because, I have to." I say as I try to pry his arms off of me.

"Please stay." He begs and tightens his grip.

"Harry," I try to untangle myself from him. "I have to go." He finally lets me go and I walk to my closet.

"Fine, but let me drive you there." He tells me as I pick out a pair of black skinny jeans, a gray sweater, and my Doc Martins. I throw a beanie on my head to tame my wild hair.

I turn around to see Harry's tall figure towering over me. "So, we are that kind of couple." He says and I give him a puzzled look. He motions to our clothes. We almost have the same thing on, except I have a sweater and he has a black tee. And he has his regular brown boots.

"Oh." I blush when I realize. I start to pull off the beanie but he stops me.

"No keep it on." He smiles. He looks way better in a beanie though.

It's actually pretty cold for LA. I tighten my grip on my crutches as we move towards Harry's Cadillac.

"So where's your class at?" He ask as the car roars to life.

"Um, it's on the west side of
the campus." I point in the direction and he nods. The ride is quiet with the music playing in the background.

He parks in front of the building and helps me out. I grab my jansport backpack off of the floor of the car and my iPhone. "So what time am I picking you up at?" He ask me as he pulls open the large glass doors.

"I'll text you." I tell him. He gives me a soft peck on the cheek and I move into the freezing building. I haven't been going to this class very often so I hope I'll do okay. It's literature, one of my best subjects. I take a seat near the front of the class, sitting next to me is a boy with brown eyes and his light brown hair is in a quiff. He smiles as I sit down.

"Hi I'm Blake." He introduces himself.

"I'm Sarah." I tell him and he looks at my crutches.

"What happened?" He asked.

"Oh, I torn my ACL. It was in a softball game."

"You play softball?" I nod. "Oh, I play baseball."

"So does my boyfriend." I pull out my notebook from my bag and a pen.

"Who?"

"Harry Styles. Do you know him?"

"Yeah, but we don't really talk. He usually just talks to Niall, Zayn, and Louis. But he's cool." He tells me as the professor walks in. "You don't come to this class often, do you?"

"No." I admit and he lets out a laugh. "Did I miss anything important?" I ask him.

"Just boring stuff. Nothing really important." I start to take down notes of what the professor says. My page is filled with black ink scribbles. The class goes by fast and I walk with Blake out of room. I text Harry that the class is over and sit on a bench outside.

"So, are you coming to class tomorrow?" He jokes knowing I probably won't.

"I don't know." I admit. Harry's black Cadillac pulls up in the empty parking spot. He climbs out of the drivers seat and fixes the beanie on his head. I smile when I see him, and he returns it.