Complicated // h.s.

sixteen

*3 weeks later*

*Sawyer's POV*

Harry was the only one that was with me on my ride to San Francisco because like always our parents were out of town. We rode in separate cars which I disliked because we weren't really able to communicate because we were both driving.

I wasn't ready to leave my home or Harry. Harry and I were just starting a solid relationship and I spent almost every day with him. I enjoyed my time with him and then he is going to be gone just like that. I knew he wasn't too happy about the distance, but he still kept saying how happy he was that I was going to college. We slipped into the routine of him making fun of me wanting to be a sexologist, then I would grow angry, and then he would buy me sushi to make it up to me.

I pulled onto campus and steadily parked my car. Harry soon pulled in beside me and stayed in the car for a bit typing something into his phone. He now carried two phones, one for business use and the other for personal use. He was currently on the business phone typing and then he began to talk on the phone with an angry expression on his face. I just stood outside by his passenger side waiting for him. I watched as his expression went from angry to a promising smirk. He suddenly hung up and looked over at me with a grin. He then unbuckled his seat belt and got out of the car. He joined me and stood next to me with a smile on his face.

He put his hands on my hips and ran them up my sides. I leaned into his touch soaking it all in because in a short while, I won't be able to feel his touch whenever I wanted. I wrapped my arms around his neck and massaged the back of his neck with my thumb. He kissed my forehead and then stared into my eyes as if he was trying to read me.

"I'm going to miss you." I muttered.

"It'll be okay, I promise. We'll try to see each other every weekend. It'll be fine." He assured me.

It was silent again. He pecked my lips before he went into my trunk and started to pull out my bags and boxes. He gestured for me to come over to him which I did. He handed me a bag to put on my shoulder and then a smaller box than the one he was caring. It was pretty much the last of all my things because my mom insisted, although she wasn't with us, that someone should bring my stuff ahead of time so I don't have to worry about it. I decided not to argue with her because it was no use.

Harry and I walked up to my dorm. It was silent between us which I hated because I wanted us to talk as much as we could before we left each other.

The dorm hall was filled with people running around and trying to get situated in their dorms. I smiled to myself because I was actually excited for college and I was growing more excited the more I was on campus.

"Who's your roommate?" Harry asked me as we stopped at my dorm room's door.

"Um, Cara. We always wanted to be roommates in college together." I shrugged.

He nodded his head as I opened the door for us. Cara was already in there trying to unpack her things. There were two full sized beds on different corners of the room. My half was bare and her half was starting to have vibrate colors and pictures on the walls. I rolled my eyes at the colors she chosen not too keen on yellow and light grey together.

"Hey, Cara." I smiled at her.

She looked up at us with a kind smile. She dropped the shirt she was folding and walked in front of us. She hugged me and then she hugged Harry.

"How was the ride? I know we always agreed to ride up together, but my mom wanted to spend some time with me." Cara said apologetically.

"I know, and it was fine. Quite silent." I mumbled.