Room mates ☞ l.t

chapter seventeen

EARLYISH KINDA updATE OmG HELLO HI I,M HERE
it's earlier than usual bc im going on holiday (tO amERICA SO IF U LIVE THERE HIT ME UP bBY) liEk reallyreally soon soo yah

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Ella's POV

Throwing my bag into the passenger seat, i scramble into my car and yank the door closed, huffing as i start the engine and reverse off the sidewalk.

Never in my entire life would i think i'd be saying this, but I'm currently on my way to Harry's place. None stop he's been sending me these out of the blue messages, most saying "we need to talk" or "ella you have me completely mistaken" which neither of them do i understand. Why on earth would Harry need to talk to me? And why do i have him completely mistaken? Many times i've assumed that he's just becoming a regular drunk, however the other night i came to a conclusion that he might need to seriously talk with me when he called me up and repeated those exact same 4 words, in very sober tone.

Arriving outside of the building, i mount the sidewalk, and hop out of my car almost immediately after the engine came to a halt. My car is parked on a double yellow line which will hopefully give me a reason to get the hell out of there if things start to get suspicious. My conscious was the one who pretty much advised me to come here in the first place. I had a terrifying feeling that if i came, it would be a set up, and that things would wind up to be a continuation from the party.

I swallow, my previously subsided nerves now crawling their way up my throat as i enter the daunting frat house. Harry is the classic example of a resident of this dump; particularly because he's sloppy, a bad boy wannabe and a definite sleezbag. Oh, and i forgot to mention Rapist.

Climbing the wooden stairs, i feel my insides trembling with horror as i edge closer and closer to his room. To me, nobody is more intimidating than Harry Styles, not even Niall. Especially with that slick stupid smirk.

Now standing in front of his door, i try as hard as possible to stop the vomit from rising in my throat as i lift my hand and swing it forward, placing three light knocks on the wood. I feel a sense of regret flood over me as soon as i do so, and contemplate on turning away and running as fast as my petite legs would carry me down those stairs. Just knowing he is behind that door sends chills down my spine.

Moving around is soon heard in the room and my breathing hitches in my throat. Bed sheets are tossed around, feet padding along the floor, clothes being strewn around, low murmuring. All until the footsteps draw closer and closer to the door and i hold my breath, not wanting to let out a loud sob of fear.

All too suddenly, the door handle is turned and the wood is swung open. Harry's large frame stands before me with one hand still resting on the handle and the other brushing through his messy, tousled locks. My eyes travel down to his shirtless body but i am soon shook out of my daze as Harry quickly ushers a half naked girl out of the room. She runs past me without looking back and enters the room just down the hall. Honestly, i'm not very surprised by the event.

"Ella." Harry's raspy voice slices straight through me as i discard my eyes from down the hall to meet his dominating emerald pair. The classic smirk is set on his lips and he fastens the bottoms to his jeans. "I didn't think you'd be arriving so soon"

"Well," He adds, leaning against the door frame. He drags his tongue across his bottom lip, moistening the area and sending an uninvited feeling to my stomach. "I didn't think you'd be arriving at all. But i'm glad you decided to show up."

I try my hardest not to let his intimidating grin crack me and cause me to fall into a fit of tears so i tighten my fists and push past him, my shoulder intentionally barging his chest as i enter his room. Harry didn't seems very inflicted by my action as he closes the door and turns around, chuckling at my pathetic attempt of sass. I should really just leave that to Louis. (a/n: *wipes tear* *applauds self* *whispers "hallelujah")