H I M

Chp. 17

Fake.
He's so fake. What is he trying to do here? He acts all flirty when we're alone, but turns into a complete douche when people are around. He's just embarrassed of me, but what is there to be embarrassed of? We're not even friends, so why would you care if I'm embarrassing? you made that clear that we weren't friends many times anyways. I'm sorry Harry, that I'm to embarrassing for you, but I'm not going to be that girl that you can just wrap around your finger when you want to.
I don't accept on and offs and I won't be treated that way. I know this Isn't the biggest deal, but the little things matter to me, might not matter to him. Sorry to tell you but saying I'm a loser right to my face, hurts. I wipe away my dry tears, as I really didn't cry much, and shut my eyes.

I'm done.

I'm done with Harry's foolishness, I'm not going to be part of this silly game of his, no way, not me. Even though the game didn't didn't necessarily start just yet, I know it's coming and I'm not going to take part in it.

***

It's 7:23 and I'm exhausted but classes start and 8:30 so I need to get up from bed. Harry's not back yet, and I don't really care, now I get the room all to myself. I walk up to the mirror in the washroom and I know realize how beautiful the washroom really looks. I walked into the washroom yesterday but I didn't really take in the details of it. The wall and floors are all marble, it looks beautiful. There are three pot lights illuminating each corner of the room, giving a nice spacious affect. My eyes dart straight to the mirror and I realize how terrible I actually look. My ppt hair is all over the place, my mascaras smudged a bit and my face looks incredibly sleepy.
I'm not much of a makeup person, but today I decide I really need it.
I grab my toner, foundation and mascara then apply them to my face. I look like a whole new person, but I rather the all-natural me.

I grab a pair of light blue fitted jeans, and a black nike sweater and throw it on as I'm not feeling hype today. Although it's my first day, I'm not in the mood of dressing up like I usually do. I hear a loud vibration on my bed side table and I walk to see its my phone. It's a unfamiliar number, with a text below it.

'Hey it's Zac. Would you still like to meet at coffee ins in 10?'

And then it clicks.
Zac asked to hangout yesterday.

'Yes sure! I'm on my way :)' I reply.

Since I'm already ready, I just grab my bag with all of my supplies for the first day of school. You sound like a 4 year going to kindergarten, i laugh to myself. I do one last touch up, before I head out the door, locking it behind me.

I walk into to the quite petite shack with the label 'Coffee ins'. It's about 2 minutes away from the University, so I guess I could come here often. Zac is the first person I see, when I walk in.
"Elena, hey!" He smiles so wide, me a complete reflection.
"I didn't order yet, I was waiting for you."
"Oh, thank you for waiting," I say awkwardly as usual. "Uh" I look around "so lets go order now," I rush, him nodding in agreement as we walk into the line. There's about 3 people in front of us, all in pairs just like me and Zac.
My eyes are quarters when I see the people who are currently ordering.

Harry and the girl who came to our dorm yesterday.

Thankfully they haven't noticed us yet, and hopefully they don't at all.

I shift uncomfortably, looking down at my shoes. I don't know why I'm so nervous. "Are you ok?" Zac asks looking down at me. He is incredibly tall, maybe about 5'9 and I'm 5'6"

"Yeah, I'm fine." I lie.

I look back at the front, to then see Harry and that girl, waking with their order out the store.

I sigh in relief.

When we reach the front, Zac the gentlemen he is, let's me order first.

I order a small cappuccino with a croissant, and he orders a dark coffee with a buttered tea biscuit. He kindly pays for my order, and I thank him.
We have about 15 minutes left so we take a seat. "Thank you Zac, you've been such a gentlemen," I smile, meaning every bit of it. He has been very kind to me and I really hope we can be friends. "I do this only for the special ones." He smirks.

I laugh and take a sip of my cappuccino. "I think we should get to know each other," I speak while he agrees. I tell him the basics, where I'm from, age, family, interests, goals, and he does the same.

"I'm actually from here, Cheshire," he begins, "My mothers from here, and my dad is from Australia." he looks down, sighing dramatically.

Now that I'm this close to him, he looks incredibly handsome. He has such soft blue eyes, brown quiffed hair and small pink lips. "What's wrong?" I ask pulling myself away from his beauty.

"My father died last month, and it's been quite hard for me."

"Oh, I'm sorry.." We're kind of going through the same thing, except I don't know if my father is dead or not, but I still don't have him. I honestly don't know why he's not here with my family, but I know it's a bad reason. My mum never really spoke much about him, and apparently I was with him only for my first year of being alive, until he left, and was never to be seen again. But It's not a big deal to me anymore, I see him as a irresponsible parent that just left this family because he's selfish, or maybe I'm wrong, but at this point in time I just don't care. "My mom isn't very supportive with me either about it, she barely talks as much as she use to, and now I have no one." He looks down at his biscuit. "I'm here," I mumble with a weak smile, "thanks, Elena." I nod for 'no problem' and we finish up our meal. "We have about 6 minutes left until classes start so I suggest we get going," I speak up, removing myself from my chair and throwing my remains in the trash, Zac doing the same seconds after. We begin walking in silence until Zac speaks up, "who are you rooming with?"

"Uh" you had to ask, "Harry, Harry styles." his face lights up as he recognizes Harry's name. "oh Harry," he chuckles "yeah, we're like bff's" he mocks all preppy girls on this planet with his high voice and his hand signals.
"Seriously?" Great. I had to dive in and find a new friend, that happens to be one of Harry's closest allies.

"Seriously what?"

"Like you and Harry..."

"Oh if we're bros?"
Bros is a weird word.

"Yeah,"

"Yeah we're close as close can be."

"Perfect!" I scream sarcastically In my head. "No homo." He adds after, giving me the giggles.

Hopefully Zac doesn't hang out with Harry 24/7 because that's exactly what I didn't want.

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