Backpack ➳ h.s [au]

chapter 14

did harry just pop a molly coz im sweatin

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It was Monday, the day I had classes, and also another day wherein Crystal hadn't been inside the dorm room.

I'd assume Harry and I had scared her away, but at the same time I was hoping she'd come back. I wanted to know why she felt the way she did towards Harry, why she treated me in the way that she did after she saw me with him. Despite that, she was my sister. Not anymore, but I had wanted to see where she was coming from. Also, I wanted to find out if we seriously scared her out of her wits with the whole "machine gun", and fake blood trick Harry had pulled on her.

After I slung my book bag around my shoulders, I slipped on some random flats that I spotted at the foot of my bed and headed out the door.

Almost scaring me half to death, a lanky figure towered over me once I turned around after locking up.

"Jesus, Harry!" I held my hand to my chest, hyperventilating.

He laughed crazily and shook out his curls, which I swore grew longer by the second. "I scared the shit out of you, didn't I?"

"Yeah!" I breathed, walking down the hallway with him following behind me.

I examined his outfit; a grey button up top that exposed the tattoos on his chest, black tight-looking jeans, and pink sparkly boots.

"What's with the boots?" I laughed.

He lifted an eyebrow and randomly did a small kick into the air in front of him like a small child would do. "They're trendy."

"Trendy, huh?" I giggled. He looked like a gay cowboy.

"Yes, trendy," Harry repeated with his hands on his hips. "I don't know if you've noticed but i'm quite the fashionista. Why else would they call me Harry Styles?"

I roll my eyes and laugh before stepping into the elevator. "Well maybe that's because it's your name?"

"Or," he followed me. "It's because i've been hanging with Niall and Liam for too long. Those two are really something."

"I don't think that's it," I laughed.

Harry smiled, quickly pressing all the buttons in the elevator so that we would have to make a stop at each four floors before actually even arriving at the bottom.

"You're such a kid," I said, sighing and laughing at the same time. Honestly, I didn't really care if I was going to be late to class, especially if it was Harry making me.

"Kid ink?" He smiled.

"Um, you're not a rapper!"

"Kidz bop?" Harry leaned on the railing, giggling before rubbing his face. "God, they make some rubbish covers."

After I agreed on his comment about how Kidz bop ruined every song, the elevator - Harry called it a lift - had finally made it to the first floor.

"Hey I just noticed something," I scanned his outfit again, turned him around fully, and then poked his shoulder. "You're not wearing your backpack."

Harry smiled widely, and scratched his head. "I don't really need it anymore, Bonnie."

The elevator dinged, signaling for us to step out and we complied.

"Why not?" I asked him. I knew that Gabrielle had still meant so much to him, and he - for once - hadn't been holding the only thing that reminded him of her.

"Because," he shrugged, holding the main door open for me as I walked outside. "I have you now."

"What a sweet thing to say," I teased him, poking him in the broad shoulder where his backpack would usually be.