Out Of The Woods [H.s]

Harry ch.8

"Dancing all alone to the sound of an enemy's song" -paramore

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It was raining and I was late to my university. Its not like it mattered I mean its only my first time.

My meeting with olive yesterday went just like I had planned. I had told her that I hated her with a passion. Which is all true and shit but watching her cry like that made me an asshole. I know typical guys would apologize but I am not any ordinary guy who has manners.

When I arrive at school I am practically drenched except for my notebook that I was holding safley under my armpits.

I grabbed a latepass and I crumpled the paper between my hands. when I got to my 9:00 class which was history. I handed in the crumpled late pass and earned a surprised look from our professor. "Late?. Wow how very unlike you styles" professor says with a grin.

"Well I'll try not to let that happen again" I tell him chuckling lightly.

"Alright then styles. But there's not a chance in hell that you will enter my classroom drenched all over. Go to the locker room and grab a fresh pair of clothing you own." Uggh why today did I forget to bring an umbrella.

"I didn't put any clothes in my locker yet though" I confess.

"I got you b-bro" I turn my attention to the familiar voice and Ryan is standing up already heading my way. Oh lord .

"Hurry up though or you'll miss our pearl harbor descussion" professor says .

I nodd and we exit the class. Ryan is practically the only person I would actually befriend in like ... The whole world. Its strange how he's the type to be friends with me. Its actually rare and it doesn't fit. But who gives a shit.

"I think my clothes would fit you" Ryan says

"I don't know, I think I'm much more masculine than you are." I reply

"Um, no your not I have a six pack" Ryan says proudly I almost laugh. "Yeah, of pudding" I joke Ryan playfully punches my arm.

"I'll have you know women on their periods would appreciate pudding" Ryan grins but I shake my head.

"Your attempts at being funny sink along with the titanic" I lie, Ryan is corny but the kind of corny I like.

"Mmhm says who?"

"Says anyone who's ever met you" Ryan laughs.

When we enter the men's locker room, Ryan walks through the collection of lockers with ease. I silently follow him to the end of the middle row of lockers.

He unlocks it and takes out a pink T-shirt and black sweatpants.

"Um I am not wearing a pink shirt" I say quickly

"Why not" Ryan questions but I roll my eyes at how oblivious he's being.

"Because its not my color." I state. And now its his turn to roll his eyes. One thing I hate is when people roll their eyes at me, but Ryan is somehow an exception.

"A handsome guys like you looks good in anything. I'm Asian and I look good in almost everything... Except blonde hair." He finishes

"Well do you at least have anything else that I could wear?" I ask and I really hope that he does.

"Let me re-check" he says and scrumages through the stuff in his locker.

"You're out of luck man" he says. I groan and snatch the shirt out of his grip an quickly changed in the shirt. I was lucky the shirt wasn't tight. It fit me fine a bit loose but all my shirts are like that.