Dorm 308

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The next day, I woke up with someone shaking my shoulders. I groaned and slowly flutter my eyes open. The bright lights of the room blinded me but the person who is shaking me won't stop bothering me. The one and only, Harry.

I moved slightly at the leather couch and try not to fall to its side.

"What do you want?" I asked harshly but I couldn't care right now.

"You're gonna be late if you don't wake up right now." Harry replied with an annoyed tone. I remember placing my class schedule in his room when he miraculously opened his door whilst I was studying last night. Now, he knows what time I go to class and what time I get out of my class.

I didn't reply and waited for him to go away but he didn't. Instead, he sat down on the small space beside me on the couch. I'm already cramped up in this couch and he still plans on sitting with me. He may thought that what happened yesterday and the other day will just fade off with the wind, but sadly no. He just made me feel small in front of Shay and started to control my time by giving curfews.

I know that its his dormitory but he seriously don't have the right to dictate me. The secrecy of staying with him is already making things hard for me.

I quickly sat up in the couch and my head swirls from the fast action. Harry immediately look at my direction with a confused look on his face. Can he just go away? Its making my pain worse.

"Don't you have classes? I don't need your help." I rolled my eyes at him which makes his jaw clench and eyebrows furrow.

"I'm walking you to class." He tersely replied.

"Breaking news; I don't need you to walk me to class." I sarcastically replied and scoffed. Where did I get the confidence to speak so carelessly with him? With Harry, I always pick the words I say to him because some words trigger his sudden anger and annoyance.

"Breaking news; your pathetic a.ss should be thankful that someone even tries to be friend with you when in reality you can't even make your own circle of friends and stick with my group like a f.ucking leech." His sharp and harsh words sear through my heart and I was left baffled once again. I hold in the tears that are rimming at my eyes and look away from him.

The words that left his mouth made me wonder if I really had friends. Dan and Jane. Are they even my friends? Or they're just keeping up with me. Since I was a kid, I always had trouble getting friends or socializing with people. A crowd or even a single person. The people I always get along with are either my seat mate or project partner.

I can say I changed a little. I can socialize without stuttering a lot and I can approach people or have a good laugh. But it takes a lot of courage and even confidence for me to speak. Harry doesn't have to say that I barely have friends. I know I'm a new student and I always have a hard time with people and my daily struggle to speak with people is a huge challenge for me.

Harry stared intently at me waiting for my reaction but all I did was avoid eye contact and hold in my tears. He suddenly stood up from the couch, walked towards the doors and shut the door with a loud slam. The moment he left the room, I let one tear fell from my eyes to run down my cheeks.

Harry Styles has mastered the art of choosing the right words to say to intentionally hurt my feelings.

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I calmed myself before heading to my academic building for my first period. I wanted to forget what Harry said and just let him say the words he wanted to say and live up with him for the next few months.

My History class went on peacefully when a group of students started to walk towards the front of the class. Mr Johansson didn't seem fazed by their sudden appearance but instead smiled at the group of students. There two girls and three boys doesn't look familiar, obviously a different class major students. Some girls on my class started to whisper together when another guy walked down the aisle to the front of the class. I directed my gaze to where they are looking and saw his egoistical demeanor.

How could I mistakingly identify him, his signature skinny jeans with red and blue flannel over a white plain shirt and his brown boots. But to change his look, he put on a bandana in his unruly hair. His famous smirk was plastered on his face once he faced the whole class, everyone seemed intimidated and attracted to him except for me. I can say, I was irritated and annoyed.

The other students whom he came with have a confident smile on their faces. The girl with a short brown hair stepped forward and spoke,

"Good Morning, we're from the Business Management class and we're here for a short survey for the possible scholarship the school has planned." She spoke clearly and confidently. I envy her attitude.

"So if you'd please cooperate and honestly answer the survey sheets that will be given by my team." She added. The four other students, including Harry, started giving out the survey papers to the students in my class. I avoided to stare at Harry but he started giving papers in my direction. F.ucktard.

I kept a straight face and ignore him while he's getting nearer in my row. I'm sitting at the end of the row next to the aisle meaning he will stop at my row and hand me the papers.

I can see the smug smirk he has on his face and our row is next.

"Hi," he greeted. He counted the students in my row and get the exact amount of papers in the stack of papers placed on his arms. But of course he has to make a move.

"Oops." He intentionally slipped the paper in his grasp and it fell on the ground. I make no move to look at him in his eyes. He bent down to pick up the papers near my feet. He stopped near my ears and whispered,

"Come have lunch with me later. Don't even try to protest." He hotly whispered in my ear. His deep voice and hot breathe gives me goosebumps. I awkwardly cleared my throat reminding him that we're in class and there are people around us. Harry proudly smirked seeing the effect he has on me.

He placed the papers on my desk and moved to the next row. I handed the sheets to the people on my row and started to answer the survey sheet they have given us.

It took me fifteen minutes to answer the survey about money and financial crisis. Harry, again, took the row I'm in in collecting the papers. He gathered the papers in his huge hands and carefully held it, making sure it won't crumple in his hold. He reached my row and collected the sheets but without casually placing a note on my desk. He gracefully walked away like he did nothing.

I opened the note under my desk. I was surprised at his neat hand writing and penmanship. I always have the mindset that boys write sloppily. I huffed and read the note.

Sorry for my harsh words a while ago. To make up for it, I'm treating you lunch. Meet me near the fountain at 11:30.

I know your lunch schedule, don't even try to ditch me.

Harry.xx

I shouldn't have given him my class schedule. Now, how will I escape from him later?