Harry's POV~
I wake up way too early, only to be informed that it's a Saturday, no classes, by Louis who throws a pillow at me when I switch the light on. Things with Claire were left horribly last night when I dropped her off, and I hated it. I hated the way she seemed to shut off, the way her clear annoyance seemed to cut so deep into me. Her eyes weren't a soft blue anymore, but a deep, hard blue instead.
I should call her.
I quickly step out of the dorm with my phone, careful not to wake sleeping Louis. When I dial her number, it goes straight to voicemail. Great. I go back inside the room, where Louis is now sitting up and rubbing his eyes. "Morning, Lou," I say, setting my phone on the desk. "Morning. Something wrong?" I sigh and sit on my bed. "Is it really that obvious?" He laughs and grabs a water out of the mini-fridge. "You look beat, lad." I am beat, I hardly got any sleep because I was worrying about what happened with Claire. Is she really that insecure that she thinks Aubrey "liking" me would have any affect on me?
"It's Claire," I say. Louis smiles at me and takes a gulp from the bottled water. "Isn't it always?" I roll my eyes. "She's convinced that Zayn's girlfriend, you know, Aubrey is into me and for some reason that made her pissed at me."
Louis stands to throw away his now empty water bottle and says,"Is she into you? Aubrey, I mean." I never really thought that through. I remember Aubrey staring at me, smiling, but I didn't think much of it at the time. "I don't know, but I just want Claire to know that she has nothing to worry about. That would be easier if she hadn't turned her phone off," I say, watching as Louis shakes his head, grinning.
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Claire's Pov~
The hot water of the shower head feels good on my tense muscles. I let the conditioner sit in my hair, letting the water wash it away, making my shower long and relaxing. I finally get out, drying my body and putting on a pair of athletic shorts and a white tank top under my robe. When I turn the knob to my door, I nearly scream at the surprise inside. A pair of emerald eyes are staring at me, sheepishly. "Harry? What the hell are you doing here? How'd you get in?" I lay my folded pajamas on my desk chair and tie the strings of my robe. "The door wasn't locked," he points out. "Still, you can't just, oh never mind."
I huff over to my bed and sit down. Then, I take a look at the green eyed man before me. He's wearing nothing other than black jeans, black leather boots and a white shirt. Whoah. The shirt is so thin that I can see the outlines of the tattoos that cover his chest and stomach. The tips of the wings of the swallows near his collar bones peek out from the neckline of the shirt. I think I see the faint shape of a butterfly? And what are those near his waste band? Leaves? I shake my head, bringing my attention back to his face, which is just as mesmerizing.
"What are you doing here?" I ask, pulling my wet hair into a pony tail. He kicks at the floor, his arms now behind his back. "I wasn't happy with how last night went, and I wanted to make sure you weren't mad at me." The way his lips turn down and a crease forms between his brows practically makes me drool. "Harry," I stand and walk over to him, taking his big hands in mine,"I'm sorry. I was just very upset last night and I'm sorry if I took it out on you. I'm not mad, promise." He looks down at me, his eyes glistening. A grin replaces his frown.
"Prove it," he says as he wraps his strong arms around my waist. I lift myself onto my toes and kiss his nose. "Why do you always ask me to prove everything?" He runs his thumb across my bottom lip and smiles. "If it can be proven is the only way I know it's real." His words come out slowly and quietly. "Oh," I'm interrupted by his lips crashing onto mine.
I move my hand to his head, threading my fingers through his long brown hair. He smiles at the gesture and continues to kiss me, his fingers slowly untying the strings of my robe, letting it fall to the floor.
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Author's Note:
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FanfictionClaire Hoffman is a soft spoken, sophisticated young college student. Her life at UCLA is simple and uncomplicated, until a certain boy arrives on campus...Harry Styles. Their relationship will be one for the books, but not every story has a happy...