Boots and Lipstick

Chapter 2 - Kitten

If it wasn't for my sweaty palms, or aching legs, I probably would of made a run for it. But it wasn't just that, something about his voice drew me in like a magnet. I instantly stopped those feelings, because no harry, no one likes you!

Stop fucking trying!

The voice stopped my thoughts from going any further when he repeated what he said, but more clearly, "You seem to have forgot something."

I turned around very quickly, maybe even experiencing a bit of whiplash. My heart started beating extremely fast when I saw the innocent, almost badass? Boy. He seemed to have, from what I could see, ocean blue eyes that probably went into another galaxy, and thin, yet plump lips. Stop. Stop!

The mysterious boy started coming towards me and dropped the lipstick, I must have dropped, in my sweaty palm. Did I stop breathing? Maybe. He had tattoos all over his body but somehow still pulled of the innocent look. He wore tight jeans with a tank top that said the words 'Punk Rock' in bold. Interesting.

"Do you not know how to talk or what?" He said with a bit of a smirk that started crawling on his face. I felt even more light headed if possible, no one barely talks to me, and espically not boys like him.

"I.. Uh.. Do. Sorry I must have forgotten.. Um.. dropped it. Right?" I said, smacking myself over the head in my mind because damn, I sound so shy. Harry cmon, you are better then this!

He must have been following me because he seemed to know I wore the lipstick, and that gave me shivers. "Should be careful, pretty boy." Is all he said before making a exit to the room next to mine.

I felt a swarm of emotions hit me all at once. What the actual hell? He called my pretty boy? I'm not pretty! I don't deserve that compliment. And why should I be careful? I felt butterflies that I haven't felt in years, its almost as if they have come back to life. I stopped myself from going any further because I wasn't going to get myself hooked. I already know how that turned out last time.

He is my roommate. I'm not sure if I should feel excited or scared. He turned innocent to scary very quickly. Oh god.

I quickly stop myself from any further deep thought, and carry my heavy bags into my room. The room smelled of vanilla and fake essences. But at least it doesn't reek of dead pickles, right?

I start unpacking before it gets dark and finish at about 5:00, pretty good Harry.

Before I could relax I heard a huge blast of music being played from across the room. Wait, that's where the mysterious blue eyed boy stays. Loud rock music is all I can hear through out my whole first night.

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I wake up to the beeping of my alarm. Shut up. Gosh.

I hit the stop button and yank the blankets off of myself. I got barely any sleep because of that stupid music being played the whole night. Does that guy sleep or?

I get up and do a weird bending motion before going to the bathroom then brushing my teeth. I hop in the shower and feel myself almost drifting to sleep, warm water makes me sleepy, ok?

I find myself getting out of the shower and looking at my naked body in the mirror. Why can't my thighs be perfect? Why do I have a stomach? Why are my arms so flabby? I find myself thinking about why my thoughts have become so dark. They are almost, voices? I shrug it off, hopefully nothing.

I have classes today, and to be completely honest, I am more nervous then yesterday. I put black ripped skinny jeans on, black high heel boots and a jersey thats pink. It hides my stomach. Thank god. I let the comment slip out of my mind and start choosing a color to go with my outfit, light or dark pink? Dark! I agree with my thoughts and start putting on the dark pink lipstick that I think looks great on me.

I garb everything I need including my notebooks, textbooks, phone, earphones and a book incase there is spare time. Catching up on my reading is best. I start heading out and lock my door before bumping into a shorter person who seemed to be almost waiting there? Nah.

"Oh how lucky it is to see you here!" He says, sarcasm obvious from the way he is speaking. I start panicking because, no, I don't need this. I don't want to see him. I do!

I feel a prick of confidence and sass as I hide my nerves by saying, "Well this is my doorway, isn't it?" Copying his almost-to-obvious-sarcasm tone.

"Where'd the confidence come from, doll?" I start becoming more back to the shy me by his words and almost too confident tone that I seem to get lost in.

"Oh.. Uh.. Was I being confident? Not really..." He chuckles at my shyness and before I sound too silly I think up a question and rush to say, "What's your name?"

"The names Louis, what's yours kitten?" I lose my breath at his nickname and replied a strangeled "Harry..."

He nods and smirks before quickly stepping back and saying, "Heading to class, don't want to be late, see you later kitten."

Oh how I love that nickname. Its so not cute.

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HEY MATES!

I UPDATED CAUSE SOMEONE GAVE ME THE INSPIRATION TO CONTINUE.

EVEN THOUGH I THINK THIS STORY IS OK, MAYBE YOU GUYS THINK ITS GOOD, I DUNNO!

I WILL BE UPDATING OFTEN BECAUSE HOLIDAYS AND I GOT TIME ON MY HANDS!

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