Love Story

2 • Lady Days

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Lady Days

Warnings; lots of fluff, Hayden still being head over heels for Peach, Peach refusing to see the signs, mentions of menstruation, PMS'ing, Hayden being a sweetie, having to run while on your period...

Chap. 2, here we are my loves! Welcome back to your new favorite college AU📚, let's see if Hayden is surviving—I mean succeeding in tutoring Peach for her big exam! ☺️

Thank you for being here & reading, it means the world to me to be able to share my hard work with you my lovelies 🌈

Okay I'll shut up! 💕

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Hayden jogs quicker when he sees the time on his watch, you're going to kill him. And he's desperately been trying to get back on your good side.

Walking quickly past students, Hayden makes the sacrifice to drive to BU and back to Harvard for his own class everyday. Because despite you secretly despising him and the time spent together.

Hayden is drinking up every minute. Even if all you both talk about is how much you suck at math.

He spots you sitting alone in the quad, and when he looks closer looks like you're angrily speaking to yourself and you tuck each side of your cardigan together to your center. Crossing your arms after.

You were wearing a cute fall outfit, basic yet you looked so hot in those fall boots, leggings white top and beige cardigan. Your hair fixed up nice, and your makeup.

Hayden always liked that side of you, the elegant, dressed up girly girl inside you, but most times rather than not the tomboy, soccer athlete always used to win, wearing his sweats and clothes around the house which his mom despised with a passion.

Hayden chuckles at you murmuring nonsense to yourself, you've always been a little firecracker since he first met you that one September morning, the beginning of sophomore year in high school.

"Finally!" You shout when you see him approaching with his backpack on and his helmet in one hand. His face is red from the fall weather and the bitter breeze in the air.

"I couldn't find parking for the bike, I'm sorry—" he crooks his thumb behind him to show you what happened.

"—I don't care about that stupid bike, Hayden. You know what I care about? Playing on Friday. And my makeup. That's what."

The motorcycle parkings were always taken, since the majority of the guys here have them. So you need to wake up early if you want a space.

"Your makeup does look good," Hayden speaks referring to the other kind of makeup, making you grump and scowl at him, "and, that's not what you would say when I'd take you out for a ride."

Hayden's eyes are playful and bright, his presence felt warm almost like sunshine on this cool fall day.

Your eyes were much cloudy and gloomy today, like you were in pain, and your tongue was sharp as a knife, more than usual. You don't say anything to that, because he's right. And better yet all those memories have been locked away forever.

You and him heading to the beach right after school and not showing up until 12am, something his mom hated, his mom wasn't very fond of you, she's probably resting now that he broke up with you.

The seat of the bike probably still has your light nail marks, from each time Hayden would bend you over in front of a pretty sunset and—

Hayden swings his bag onto the spot beside him, snapping you out of your heated thoughts as you watch him open the front pocket, "I brought you a croissant from the bakery we used to go to. Maybe it'll make you feel better. You're not yourself when you're hungry."