summary: in which one night turns into many nights and harry cannot get enough of y/n
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warnings: smut!
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Harry is sure that he's seen (Y/N) more this past week than he has all semester.
It's like he can't stay away from her. She's everywhere. Or maybe he's just never really noticed her as much as he is now. Because outside of class, he never saw her that much. Maybe in the dining hall a few times or on his way to their only shared class, but that's it. And he wants to be annoyed at these new sprung feelings, but he's not. He's far from it. And that in itself is frustrating.
Like right now, (Y/N) is about five steps ahead of him as they leave class. She's wearing one of her cozy knitted sweaters and leggings and he should be walking in an entirely different direction but he can't. He's following behind her like some sort of creep just so he can see her longer than their usual allotted fifty minutes. He didn't even get to talk to her today, much less ask her for a pencil that he didn't even need.
He had another class to get to, so he didn't see exactly where (Y/N) walked off to, but that was okay. His mind doesn't need to be completely flooded with thoughts of her and what she's doing and wondering if she's thinking about him. He bets that she does from time to time. Just because she seemed to be so elated and relieved after they had sex for the first time. And now that he'll be forever known as her first, she's almost guaranteed to think about him. That thought alone caused him another bout of tingling in his abdomen, but he tried to ignore it. It isn't as deep as he's making it out to be, he just did her a favor.
His other class finished and while it was very uneventful, he just sketched away in his notebook. He generally will look over the section they're going to be going over in class the night before, so he doesn't have to pay much attention. It just gives him time to sketch instead of listening to a professor explain something he won't understand anyway. He prefers to learn things himself first and then maybe slightly listen when they get into the specifics of whatever it is in their lectures.
When he finally did make it back to his room, he finished up some homework from the night before and then sank into his bed to stare at the ceiling. It was hard not to think about her when his mind sat idle and while he did try to occupy himself with other things not concerning her, it never lasted for long and he went right back to imagining dozens of scenarios, each starring (Y/N).
The next time he saw her was at the pub right across the street from campus. Usually when big sports games come on, everyone flocks to the bars to watch them on the large screens. He doesn't care much for sports, he only goes along with his frat brothers to hang out. It's never too much fun, but he tries to keep his spirits high anyway.
He didn't expect it in the least to see (Y/N) sat at a table in the corner, chatting away with her friend. He'd never seen her at this pub in particular and he's not sure why she'd even come. It doesn't seem like her scene.
Harry tried. He really did. He sat at the table with his friends and kept his back to her to discourage himself from looking at her. But that only made him glance over his shoulder every ten seconds to make sure she was still there and hadn't run off anywhere. Not that it's his responsibility to look after her, he's sure she can do that on her own. It's just that he can't help staring at her. (Y/N) probably has no idea he's here. Yet.
"(Y/N). Oh my god. Isn't that Harry?"
She sighed, hoping that it wasn't true. Her back was facing the entrance to the pub just in case something like this happened. It was exactly what she was trying to avoid. After a quick glance over her shoulder, she confirmed that it was him with a nod of her head.
