Cambridge

Coffee

Rachel's P.O.V.

It was interesting how it happened really. One minute I was in Harrys room, looking for the phone and then next, Harry was in the hall, holding Skylar bridal style.

"What happened?!" I demanded, as me and Tricia joined him in the hall.

"She fell asleep" he replied innocently.

"What are we gonna do with her?" Tricia asked.

"I'll carry her back" Harry mumbled as if it should be straight forward.

I raised my eyebrows.

"It's a pretty long walk" I told him seriously.

He rolled his eyes.

"C'mon Rach, she's not exactly heavy" he muttered.

I was still doubtful .

"I guess she could always just sleep in my bed.. I mean it'd be a squish but I really wouldn't mind-" he began, but I cut him off.

"No! No, just carry her back" I gave in.

He smirked.

"If only I had thought of that" he said sarcastically.

Tricia chuckled from behind me.

And so, we headed back to our room, with Harry carrying Skylar. We were all pretty tired so we didn't talk much.

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When I woke up the next morning, I was exhausted.

It was probably due to the fact that we didn't actually get to bed till after 12. And even at that it took me at least half an hour to fall asleep.

I couldn't stop thinking about Louis for some reason. I kept picturing his tattoo in my head.

'It is what it is'

That was such a Louis thing to have.

Tricia and Skylar were already gone when I woke up. They obviously had earlier classes than me.

I pulled my hair back into a ponytail and got dressed in a pair of black skinny jeans and a blue jumper.

Throwing on a pair of converse, I headed out the door.

I walked out of our dorm, heading to my first class. I was in a complete day dream, still thinking about Louis.

I didn't even understand why, but everytime I so much as thought about him, I couldn't help but smile.

He really was making me feel welcome on campus.

I rounded a corner, still distracted and smashed straight into someone.
I gasped as I felt hot water spill all over my jumper.

"Shit, I'm so sorry" I muttered, looking up quickly to see who it was.

Ashton.

Why was I not surprised?

However, I didn't have enough time to think about how unlucky it was, cause the coffee as I now realised it was, was burning.

"Shit, shit, shit" I mumbled, pulling my jumper as far away from myself as possible.

"Quick, take it off" he ordered.

My eyes widened.

"What?"

"Just trust me, take it off" he said, casually, unbuttoning his own shirt he was wearing.

I decided just to do as he said, knowing I couldn't keep my jumper on now.

I pulled the jumper over my head, leaving me in just the black bra I was wearing.

He had taken off his shirt, and only a white vest-type thing remained.

"Here" he handed me his checked shirt.

I slipped it on quickly, buttoning it up.

"This is way too big for me" I chuckled slightly when I realised it was hanging halfway down my thigh.

He laughed at me.

"Definitely.. But you look cute in it" he told me, with a grin.

I smiled back.

"Thanks. Sorry again for crashing into you" I replied.

He shrugged.

"Don't worry about it. Sorry about your jumper. See you later Rachel"

And with that he headed off, leaving me holding my wet jumper, feeling a little confused about what had just happened.