Oblivion | h.s (a.u)

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Layla's POV

I jolted awake in a heavy panic not knowing where I was. I soon realized I was in my room cuddled in bed. I don't remember falling asleep but I guess I did. I glance at my clock reading "5:00 pm". I gazed up at the ceiling not wanting to get up, but feeling rather useless if I didn't.

After all, it was my last day home for months. I couldn't just lay in bed all day, no matter how much I wanted too. I got up and grabbed my car keys. I didn't even dare look in the mirror. I probably looked God awful but I didn't even care.

As I went down stairs I heard my mom and dad talking. I stopped and sat on the steps, listening for a minute.

"I swear Victor, I can see it in her eyes. The nightmares have to be back," my mom says, her voice full of concern.

"I don't know, maybe school is just stressing her out. Don't worry too much honey. If she's having problems, she'll come to you. Just be patient," my dad says lightly. He was so good at that. Giving reassurance. He always calmed my mom down from thinking the worst. Her anxiety was terrible, just like mine.

I got up and tiptoed to the front door trying not to make my presence known. Once I successfully made it into my car, I put the key in the ignition bringing it to life. The engine roared and the sweet familiar sound calmed my nerves.

I loved my car. A beautiful white Audi, all I ever wanted. I pulled out of the drive way and sped down the road. With no destination in mind, I just settled on a drive to no where. I needed to clear my head.

...

My grumbling stomach soon came to my attention, causing me to remember I haven't eaten all day. I decide on making a stop at Starbucks knowing it'll cheer me up. I find a spot and make my way inside.

It wasn't very busy. With the crappy weather and time of day, most people were stuck at work or didn't go out. I ordered my usual: venti double chocolatey chip frap with whip cream and extra fudge on top. It was my biggest guilty pleasure and couldn't get enough of the stuff.

I take a seat at a table and get lost in my phone. A loud noise quickly drags me out of my daze. I see spilt coffee all over the floor and a man cursing under his breath. Everything about him was so familiar. The way he runs his hand through his hair, the tattoos that engulf his skin, his whole vibe in general.

He picks up his head, helping me discover exactly who he is. His name is Harry. He is a sophomore at Oxford just like me. I don't know him personally, but all the stories I hear can clearly give me some idea of what kind of person he is.

The major things are always about his pompous ego and bad behavior. He has slept with a countless number of girls, but not once have I heard of him committing. But hey, I'm not one too judge.

"This would fucking happen," he mutters under his breath. He releases an exasperated sigh. I forget I'm watching him until our eyes meet. He lifts an eyebrow tilting his head as if remembering me but not quite being able to put a finger on who I am. Instantly, he puts his focus back on his spilt drink.

A worker scoots over telling him not to worry about it and that he'll get another one on the house. He gives the guy a genuine thank you and sits waiting for it.

Something about him is so intriguing. I don't know what it is, but he fascinates me. I can just tell there's more too him than what meets the eye.

I bring my attention back to my drink, twirling the straw around. It doesn't take long before I find myself peeking back up at Harry only to find him starring at me, studying me almost. He doesn't look away when I catch him, clearly not embarrassed.

I take a sip of my drink holding the contact. He looks me up and down taking his lips between his teeth. That makes me choke on the liquid causing me to cough uncontrollably. I was so confused on why that simple action had such an affect on me. A smirk makes its way onto his face before the man brings him his new beverage.

He thanks the worker again before walking to the exit. He turns his head over his shoulder to take one last look at me before shaking his head and leaving.

I let out a breath I didn't even know I was holding in as soon as he was gone. What just happened. No guy has ever made me react that way. He wasn't even near me and I felt my body heating up. Wether it was his insanely good looks or just the fact that a guy was checking me out wouldn't be determined.

All I knew is that I really couldn't wait too get back on campus.

A.N
Fucking Harry.