Harry Styles is the golden boy at the University of Manchester. He is kind and caring and beloved by all. All except for Louis, he can see the truth and he knows Harry is an arrogant asshole who thrives on the attention of others. He hates Harry and...
The light peering in through the cracks of my curtains wakes me up slightly. I grumble and roll over to my phone and groan because I don't need to be up for two more hours. But of course I have to pee. I grab my phone and slump to the bathroom with my eyes still closed because any sane person would still be sleeping at 6 in the morning. While washing my hands I realize I should probably text Stella a nice little good morning text. I flop back onto my bed while pulling up our conversation. We texted for a bit after our date but she needed to get to bed since she is a sexy arse working woman and I respect her boundaries.
TEXT
Me: Good Morning beautiful ☀️ I hope you have a great day at work! Can't wait to see you again 😊
Stella: Good Morning handsome <3 I'm shocked you are up at 6am! Have a nightmare? :(
Me: You caught me! Don't tell anyone I've got a rep to protect!
Stella: Oh poor baby! Would meeting me in my office for some breakfast make it all better?
Me: I'll be there in 15! I'll grab some stuff from the cafe on the way!
Stella: Don't go overboard!
Me: See you soon!
I spring out of bed for the second time this morning and try my best to make myself look presentable. I swing my closet door open and start to rack through my clothes and find something to wear. I finally find a shirt I am happy with and throw on some black jeans and run my fingers through my hair to give it a little more life. Finally, I throw on the chain Harry gave me last night to complete the look. I'm sure he won't mind, it's a little basic for his taste anyway.
Does this count as a second date? I fuckin hope so.
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I grab my bookbag before checking myself once more in the mirror and make my way out the front door. Harry and Zayn are still asleep so I leave them a note on the counter, if I text them Harry will for sure wake up and I don't want to disturb him. I'm sure he was up till the crack of dawn stressing about his date tonight and he could use the sleep. I know we are supposed to just forget and move on like Harry does. But I am not as good at compartmentalizing as he is. This weekend was extremely intense and no matter how many times Harry says he's fine, I don't believe him. If he is fine that's almost more concerning. Greg doesn't know the details of what's going on with Harry but he knows that he gets hurt, and frequently. He has tried to get Harry into therapy before. But Harry always shuts it down when we bring it up but maybe he'll be more receptive now.
When I make it to campus I park in the lot by the cafe and decide to walk over to the gym after I get the food.
I make it into the cafe on campus and am hit with the glorious smell of freshly ground coffee beans and whatever mouth watering pastries they are making in the back. This early in the morning you feel that perfect scent in your bones, it's like a warm hug seeping into your skin and warming your soul. My smile is sadly short-lived because it is unnecessarily busy for 6:30 in the bloody morning. Who in their right mind would choose class this early?! I grumble to myself and get into the queue which is luckily only about 5 people in front of me, the real madhouse is the counter where people are waiting for their drinks and food. After a few minutes of waiting I finally make it up to the front and order a few sandwiches and wraps, two of each of the pastries, two parfaits, and both of our coffee orders (which I texted her for) and some tea in case she is in the mood for that instead. You can never have too many options really.
