H I M

Chp. 15

"Hi..." He speaks, while I'm still in shock. What am I supposed to say?

"Honey what's wrong?" My mom says picking up my bags and bringing them Into the room, obviously at my reaction of seeing Harry. "Nothing.." I quickly answer, as he moves out the way not saying anything, me walking into the room.
He shifts uncomfortably, probably not knowing what to do or say, same as me, while I finish putting my suitcases on one side of the room.

Does he even recognize me? I doubt it. I just had an extremely messed up dream that included him, apparently a complete stranger.
"I'm Harry." He speaks, Laying out his hand to to shake. So he really doesn't know me, it was all a dream. I can't even process what's happening right now. "I'm Elena." I respond shaking his hand. "I'm Elena's mom, nice to meet you." My mom says, also shaking Harry's hand.

This is weird, holy shit.
I feel like I know him already...

but I don't.

"Um, well Elena I have to get going," my mom surprising speaks saddening me that she's leaving me so soon, "work starts in a few" she continues giving me a tight hug and a kiss on the cheek. "See you soon, mum." I say while she walks out, leaving me with the 'stranger'.

How weird is it though? That I end up seeing him...and he was in my dream...
I honestly do not know what to say. What if it wasn't a dream? What if he knows exactly who I am? What if my whole kidnapping was real and what if this is a dream? My head kills of all the thoughts going through my head so I blurt out,

"Harry Styles, Right?"

I turn red. I want to slap my head so hard but I'm to late,

i said it.
He's probably saying to himself, "how the fuck does she know my full name?"

"How the fuck do you know my full name?" He questions.

Jinx, you owe me a soda.

"I-I saw it on the board outside," I completely lie. He sounded nice before, but now he sounds like a dick. He was nice when my mom was here...

Maybe i don't know him, at all.

"Ok, anyway, this is my bed, that's yours." he points, showing me my new bed. He walks to his bed, stoops over and starts unpacking his things.

"Um ok, thanks." he doesn't answer.

The tension in the air is too strong. He doesn't say one word at all, while I'm here, having so many questions. I have a feeling he doesn't like me, for no apparent reason, and I don't like it. what did I do to you for you to not like me? I don't want to live with someone who doesn't like me.
But maybe I'm overthinking things. We haven't even spoke properly yet, so I don't really know if he dislikes me or not. But I can't let Harry ruin this for me.
If he wants to act that way, so be it.

I finish unpacking my things, into the brown tall drawer beside my bed, and harry finishes a little after me. I'm zipping up my suitcase, as I here him speak.
"Where are you from?" He surprises me by asking.
"Uh.." I hesitate, I still cant believe he's speaking to me. It's weird because I feel like I told him all of this already, but I didn't.
This dream, really messed up my life to be honest.
"Im from Scarborough, Canada." I sit down on my bed.

"Are you sure?" He smirks.

"Yeah...why?"
"Because it seems like you forgot where you were from. You took two hours to answer me." He exaggerates.
"heh, Sorry," I say as he laughs a bit, looking back down at his lap. His curly familiar hair bounces when he looks down. His hair is nice.

This is kind of, very awkward.
I'm not quite good at starting conversations, but i decide to now, because as you know, I can't handle awkwardness very well either.

"Were you shown around campus yet?"

"No, but I looked around a bit, you?"

"No, not yet." I don't know why I asked that. What if he's nice enough to show me around? Ha, I doubt it.

"Do you want me to show you around? We're both bored, so why not?" My sub conscious proves me wrong.

"Um yah...sure" He's very confusing, he likes me, he hates me, he likes me...Or maybe i just exaggerated his behavior...

"Ok, let's go" his emerald green eyes look into mine and I almost faint, how it looks so soft but deadly, beautiful but scary. I cut from his stare and walk out the door, him following behind. I don't know what to say, were pretty much dead silent, and I get very uncomfortable around silence. I cough, just so I feel a little better, but he doesn't say anything. No ones walking out their dorms and no ones in the hallways. I look back at Harry and now realize he's wearing all black, black tight jeens, black "the Beatles" shirt, and a black leather jacket.

He likes black.

We finally walk into the elevator, exit, walk out the doors where my beautiful university lays. It's now fall, and there's many colorful trees outside that brings Beauty to my eyes. I feel like acting like a 4 year old, and run and jump into all the beautiful fallen leaves, but I'm not 4 anymore.
"So this is outside," he speaks, waving his hand to the view, amazed at the colorful trees himself.
"Yeah," suddenly, he walks in front of me and I feel like he's speed walking. He walks so fast it's insane, and I have to sprint to catch up to him, explains my slow walking.
"Wait up," slips out my mouth although I meant to just say it in my head. He looks behind and waits for me to catch up, giving me the "ready now?" Look, before I look down.

Well that's embarrassing, way-to-go Elena.

We enter back into the school and reach into the hallway.
Everyone seems to be looking around, Harry himself, at the very well made building. The ceiling has some type of painting of flowers and abstract that doesn't look too distracting, but makes the building look neat. the lockers are a nice light blue, while the walls are a darker blue, same as the doors. While we're walking straight ahead, A group of very inappropriate girls, are walking towards us,

Great.

"Hey, your Harry styles right?" The seems to be -main one of the group asks biting her lip and twirling her blonde hair.
Gosh, all of them look horribly slutty. There each wearing denim booty shorts that looks like panties, with a white tank top, showing of their "rack".
Their dry hair, hanging on their shoulders, while their all murdering a piece of gum that my dad can hear, and he's somewhere very far from here.

What, is that the new uniform or something? Was I not told about this yet?
"Yes, I am." He answers, his eyes scrolling up her body until he reaches her chest, where his eyes are stuck.
"My eyes are up here, bad boy." she says placing her hand onto his chest, grabbing his shirt.

"Ok, uh, I'm gonna go,"
I can't stand to watch this. First of all, it's pretty nasty to be honest, and second of all, I've... liked Harry before, well in my dream, and he liked me back. And me knowing that, messes everything up for me, because one minute I have hope that he likes me, then the other, he shows me that I mean nothing to him.

Plus, it was in fact all a dream,
and it always will be.

"Wait," one of the many girls grabs my arm, pulling me in front of her.

I look up at her, just wanting to flick my arm from her grip, and freely walk away, but instead I step back.

I know her....

She has wavy blonde hair, pearly green eyes, and a very familiar circular face.

It's Vicki.