Obsession ((Harry Styles - Mature))

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**FlashBack** 

It's my third month here in Manchester and I've decided I'm in need of a drink! Except I didn't really know where to go;

 I'm not much of a party girl. We had just finished our finials and we're on Christmas break and I craved the feeling of being drunk.

I haven't been drunky drunk since my 18th back in Australia. The thought of home always brings an uneasy feeling in my tummy. 

I flopped on my bed, belly up and held my phone above my face. Scrolling through Facebook is always time consuming. 

To time consuming, status after status about pointless nonsense 'somebody do something this weekend?' 'Someone come over ;)' 

'FML' and before I knew it I'd deactivated my account; I wasn't one for gossip and the cyber bitching was too intense to keep up with. 

My heart jumped as my bedroom door swung open hitting the wall behind it, Boy'd my roommate and my most best-friend barged in grinning at me with those devilish blue eyes of his. 

I've known Boy'd for as long as i can remember, but about two years ago we decided to start fresh at the University of Brooklin.

 I was walking all around campus, I started in second semester and I was trying to find my class but I couldn't find my map and nobody would stop to help me, I was about to break down an cry out of frustration when I felt a gentle hand on my shoulder, I relaxed instantly.

When we saw each-other i leaped into his arms, i felt a rush and tears blurred my vision, "Boy'd-" i screamed as i tried to catch my breath. It turns out we had a few classes together today so we paired up. 

We were both living in the dorm rooms but sharing a room with someone can get really annoying really quickly and we both complained about it so much we decided to get a flat together, sharing a flat is easier.

"Get up and get dressed! We're going out!" his voice boomed, bouncing of the walls and into my eardrums.

 It confuses me so much at how someone with such a small frame can have such a loud voice. He didn't give me time to respond, so he just walked out. 

I took a breath before doing a sit up. Yeah there's my exercise for the day done. I stood up pondering the idea and decided tonight was the night I'd lose my virginity.

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I was rummaging through my draws when I found a black skirt and a white midriff tee. These will go nicely. The black skirt waved around at my lower thigh, the midriff was tight around my chest. The picture was placed in the region of my boobs which made them stand out.

Once fully dressed, I decided to straighten my hair. This took 45 minutes at the least, my hair being used to Australian heat was curly, unruly and just a little frizzy. I applied a light amount of makeup still having that natural look. Mum always told me 'you have beautiful skin' so why ruin it right? After applying a little more mascara I was pleased with my appearance. I jogged into my bedroom to find shoes! 

This was without a doubt the hardest challenge.

I was finishing up my laces on my black lace-up leather converse when I heard a swift knock on my door but ignored it. It was Boy'd obviously ready to go. The knocking was persistent and didn't stop so as I grabbed my last few belongings with my temper was raising.