TFM: Total Frat Move // h.s. [COMPLETE]

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"And so what?!" I laughed as Harry made fun of the way I drank my milk out of my cereal bowl. 

"It's the sexiness of the milk mustache," he narrowed his eyes.

"Mhhmmm," I rolled mine. 

We stayed down at the cafeteria for a bit just talking and messing with each other when I saw Kenny and Abe both walk from the elevators towards the cafeteria we were in. My demeanor must have changed because Harry caught on quickly to where my gaze had drifted off to. The two men hadn't noticed me and Harry yet and I was quickly hoping they wouldn't at all.

"Kenny said rude things about you to me," I bit my bottom lip and watched the two guys swiftly make their way over to the breakfast bar.

"What'd the little prick say?" Harry sat straight and had his full attention back on me and not half me— half on the brothers.

"Nothing...It's not really a big deal. I shouldn't have even brought it up."

"Karlie," Harry sat back in his chair and I could see his annoyance spread on his face faster than the blush that came over mine when I noticed Kenny looking over in our direction.

"They're looking..." I mumbled under my breath.

"He's jealous I have you. They both are," Harry chuckled.

"Do you?" I widened my eyes and watched with crippling fear for his reaction.

"I want to have all of you," he smiled that modelesque half grin of his and then he stared down at the empty plate in front of him with a narrowed expression. "But, I can't."

 "That doesn't make much sense to me," I cleared my throat and stared back over at Kenny and Abe.

"It's just for the best. Trust me," he stared over at them with me.

I sighed and took our plates over to the disposal. "Well, maybe I should trust Kenny and Abe." I was only teasing with him, but he scoffed and grabbed my elbow. "Jeez, I'm only kidding. You don't have to be so pushy." Forcefully, I yanked my arm back from him and flipped my hair over my shoulder. Why was he being so controlling?

"Remember you're not my boyfriend. You can't tell me what to do," I frowned and then gave him a smirk as I started to walk away. 

He was my lost puppy now as he followed me out of the cafeteria. "I have a feeling even if I was your boyfriend, I still wouldn't be able to tell you what to do."

I slightly turned my head so I could peek up at him, but I was shocked to see his face have absolutely no humor in it. The aching feeling I had a few days ago from not being around him was coming back and I reached out to hold his hand in front of the other students around us. He acted odd as he pulled it back, rejecting me and rejecting us.

"I'll see you around, Apollo," I spoke in complete despair and I could see a couple of people turn to watch the dramatics. 

This was such bullshit. I knew it was coming, but I let myself feel it. I let myself feel every exciting part of Harry and every dreadful part of Apollo. My feelings for him were in too much of his favor and not in any of my favor. I was the not the girl I was in high school. Instead, I was becoming the girl I used to loathe. I didn't want to be at this school without him anymore. I couldn't imagine dating anyone else, but him. That was ridiculous. I was ridiculous... 

I walked into the elevator and closed the doors, hoping he wouldn't fight to come in with me, but a bigger part of me did. I wanted him to fight for me. I wanted him to love me just like the way I was beginning to love him. That was also ridiculous... He couldn't love me when all he could think about was himself.

He didn't stop the elevator. 

***

"Karlie, I'm downstairs. Apollo is going to drive us to the airport," Kingston called me as I pulled one of my bags over my shoulder. 

"Apollo? Can anyone else drive us?" I whined and threw my head back dramatically.

"He's already here and I don't have to pay him gas money to do so. Now hurry up, I don't want to be late." He hung up before I could protest anymore.

In front of the building, Harry stood with my brother talking and smiling. I wasn't sure how close they were anymore, but I knew once they had been best friends, roommates even. I admired that Harry didn't see my brother any differently since he knew that Kingston liked guys and Harry was definitely a guy. It was just another thing I hated to like about Harry. 

"Sis, about time!" Kingston came up to my side and took one of the bags from my shoulder. 

"Well, I wasn't particularly happy about how long the drive was going to be," I said sarcastically and shifted my eyes from Harry back to Kingston. 

"Already complaining?" Kingston threw my duffel bag into Harry's trunk. I smiled and rolled my eyes at my too happy, too chatty brother. 

I reached into my purse and felt around for my headphones.

I looked up at Harry and then stuck my head phones in, "Aren't you going to get my suitcase?" I walked into his back seat and left him and my suitcase standing on the sidewalk.

It was too hard to pretend to play nice, instead I was going to ignore him and every little feeling I had for him. Every...last...one...

The car ride was too long. I kept my music on and stared out the window most of the ride and then Kingston and Harry decided to start blaring the music in the car speakers which was louder than the music in my ears. I took my head phones out and let out a deep heavy breath. They were both singing at the top of their lungs to a Miley Cyrus song and I couldn't help the smile that began to grow on my face. 

I hated him. I hated him. I hated him. 

I kept trying to repeat those words over and over again in my head, but they were both dancing so hard core and singing to loud, I couldn't contain my laughter anymore.

"AYE SHE'S SMILING!" Kingston twisted in the front seat and then started singing to me. 

"SO I PUT MY HANDS UP THEY'RE PLAYING MY SONG!!!" He screamed/sung to me.

"You are THE worst singer, K," I laughed and hit his shoulder.

"Karlie, wasn't this your favorite song back in middle school?" Kingston began to play fun at me.

"No, no it wasn't," I rolled my eyes and sat back in my seat. But, I knew I was totally busted when I started singing along too.

"When Britney's song was oooOOoon! WHEN BRITNEY'S SONG WAS ON!" I sang with the boys totally geeking out in the car.

Next thing I knew, I had my phone plugged up in Harry's car and we were all singing along to The Weeknd and I may or may not have put that on to hear Harry's real singing voice. Not only was he too hot for his own good, he was a seriously talented singer which meant that I was way in over my head. He was going to ruin me, but I was going to enjoy every moment with him. I couldn't pretend to hate him when my feelings were this evident. Either he was going to be with me and accept the feelings he had for me too, or I was going to be that girl that followed him around to every party, to every dance, and to every sports game. I was officially that girl. And strangely, I didn't mind anymore.

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