Dorm 308

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[[ Harry's PoV ]]

I laid flat in my bed and groaned angrily into the pillow. Whenever I tried to stand up my head hurts like hell and I can't even remember what I did last night. All I know is I went to a bar after class and drink every booze they have to offer.

It is now eleven in the morning and I'm already late. I will attend my third period if I stand up right now. I may party a lot but I have priorities but I can't function properly with a stinging headache.

When I finally managed to get myself out of the bed, I drank headache medicines and took a cold water bath to awaken myself. I still feel tipsy and I probably went home at three am or four.

I slipped on my usual clothes with a bandana on my head to keep my hair tamed. When I left my room, I look at the couch and then it hit me. Chastity left yesterday and I don't know where she is. I felt guilty all of a sudden. Maybe I was dragged by my emotions.

I don't like Chastity but I don't like it either when other guys approach her except for Dan. I trust Dan with half of my life. That Trevor guy, I swear I was too much when I asked if they are f.uck buddies. That pushed Chastity to the limit.

Maybe Chastity will be in her class today. I will say sorry. Probably I will say. "Are we good?" because I'm not used to saying sorry or asking for forgiveness but its the least I can say. My pride has been to high that I can't let anyone through and break the walls that I've put on around me for so many years.

I arrived in the middle of my third class, my teacher, who is around forty to forty five years old looked at me with squinted eyes and stopped writing the lectures in the white board. I continued walking to my usual seat at the middle of the room and ignored the stares of my block mates.

"Any reasons to be late in this class Mr Styles?" She calmly asked.

"My alarm didn't rang." I lied. Saying I have a hungover will probably the worst answer I can give.

"Its very sad to say how intelligently good you are but your attitude is the complete opposite." She sighed. "You excel in every aspect of this class Harry. And you have a bright future ahead of you." I rolled my eyes at her and she continued with her lesson.

The topic was boring after five minutes of me listening to it. I pulled out my phone under the wooden desk and started to type a message to Chastity.

"If you don't come back to the dorm tonight, you are permanently kicked out of the dormitory."

"Why are you ignoring me?"

I groaned and waited for her reply but my phone didn't vibrate for the next thirty minutes. I was already on my way to the next class when I opened her message.

"Consider your place Chastity-free."

"What the f.uck are you saying?"

"I'm moving out."

And that was her last text message to me.

~*~

After my fourth class, which was annoying as hell considering Chastity didn't reply back to my messages. I quickly stormed out of the room the moment the bell rang for lunch. I bumped into almost everyone and nobody even tried to fight me.

I strolled to Chastity's academic building in long fast strides. If she won't answer my messages then I will come find her.

Why are you even pushing yourself to her?

I think of the reasons why I'm still holding on to Chastity when I can easily let her leave and have the dormitory all by myself again? This is what I want in the first place. I was forced to take her in and now I'm forcefully making her talk to me. I can't blame her though. I was a complete a.sshole to her yesterday. I regret what I've said, I may flirt around girls but I don't disrespect them unless they did something to me.

I reached her floor, third floor of the Literature building and I still remember her room number.

311.

The hallway is almost packed with students because of the lunch break. Everyone is scurrying their way through the crowded way to get into the cafeteria or whatever they have in mind.

I saw her standing near her locker, with half of her back facing me, talking to a girl whom I don't know, with a frown etched on her face. She seemed to be serious in their conversation until I was an inch behind her.

The girl, whom she was talking to pointed her finger at me and she turned her face sideways to look at me. Her face went blank and color drained out of her body. I was looking directly at her the same she was with me.

"I need to talk to you." I unintentionally spoke in a harsh way. She looked torn between saying "no" to agreeing with me but in the end she nodded anyway. A let a huge sigh of relief and remove my eye contact with her. I was preparing myself to urge her to talk to me, or more like force her to talk to me.

"Okay." She softly replied. I grabbed her wrist and dragged her down the hallway to a more secluded place. Stares of other students bore into us. I looked at them back and they quickly directed their gaze somewhere else.

When we reached an empty, isolated hallway, I turn around to face her. The way she avoids eye contact tells me that she is mad at me for everything. The way she shifts her weight from her left foot to her right foot. The way she crosses her arms and pretends to not care.

"So?" Her voice interrupted my keen observation of her small gestures. I looked from left to right before speaking softly.

"I'm sorry."

"What?" She annoyingly asked.

"I'm sorry." I spoke a little louder. She looked at me a little confused from my choice of words. From the way she looked at me, I know she isn't convinced.

"Its okay, I already moved out anyway." She shrugged.

"You forgive me but you're not coming back?" I asked, sounding a little desperate.

She nodded. I scratched the nape of my neck and deeply sighed. "You don't have to move."

"It seems like you don't want me to stay there so I'm making this easier for you."

"No, its not-" She interrupted me.

"Not what?"

"The words I've said to you are from my lack of anger management. I didn't me-" She interrupted me again.

"I don't care if you mean it or not, I just-" This time its my turn to interrupt her.

"Can you just f.ucking listen to me first!" I groaned angrily. Her facial expression turned scared from confident in a second.

"I didn't mean what I've said yesterday. I was mad because I'm not used to waiting for a single person just for lunch. And then when I saw you with that guy I got infuriated because I thought you're ditching me to an a.sshole."

"You barely know him. He's not an a.sshole." She corrected.

"I don't f.ucking care. I'm sorry for calling you a w.hore or a s.lut because I absolutely didn't mean them." I sighed deeply and ran my fingers through my hair. I've never been more stressed than say sorry to a girl.

"What do you want me to do then?" Chastity seemed unaffected of my long a.ss apology.

"That's all you have to say?" I asked in disbelief.

"What do you want me to say, Harry?" She threw her hands in the air to prove her point. "Do you want me to say, 'I'm sorry Harry for making you stressed' or 'Harry you don't need to apologize'."

"I don't need you to say sorry or some s.hit."

"Then tell me Harry because you're so confusing as hell." She took a step forward and pushed me little.

I used our small distance from each other as an advantage and whispered softly in her ear. I can feel the goosebumps rising on her skin from my sudden actions but she didn't move an inch away.

"I want you to stay with me."