Constant // Harry Styles

Chapter One: "You are trapped."

The problem with me, as Cameron Walker would say, was that I was too unemotional. "Something in the emotional part of her brain is disconnected," I heard him claim in the street one time. I was on my way to the student union building for lunch when I heard him further down the sidewalk in front of me, one hand casually tucked into the pocket of the slim-fit jeans he always wore and the other hand brushing the wisps of brown locks up off of his forehead. "She's really a great girl, though," Cameron was telling his friends - the three or so that typically hung around Cam as he made his way from class to class on the Holbrooke University campus. They would observe their adonis friend and try to absorb whatever tips they could from him about how to have a sexy personality, a sexier stride, and an even sexier smile.  He always managed to attract girls no matter where he was. 

"You've grown up with her, though," Jackson laughed. "You're supposed to say that." Jackson Wilde was the one I considered to be the rude one of the bunch, and the one who was only in college because of Daddy's money. He refused to let anyone know that, making up a new SAT score any time anyone asked about just how he managed to squeeze into the honors program here at Holbrooke. He was too stupid to even be consistent with his lies. As president of the Kappa Sigma fraternity, he was exactly what his name last name warned people about: wild. He threw the biggest parties and gulped down the most amount of alcohol at each one, getting him in a ton of trouble with the cops since he was newly twenty years old. He didn't care, though, because it was nothing Daddy's money couldn't handle.

"Yeah, you're supposed to say that, Cam," Richie mimicked Jackson. Richie Wallace was the complete opposite of Jackson, but they were "best friends." I'm lying to you, of course, hence the quotation marks. I considered them to be more like coworkers. Richie was the smartest person I had ever met in my life and was a student a Holbrooke completely on scholarship. Black, disheveled hair and dark, beady eyes distracted anyone from the fact that his clothes were always neatly pressed and his notes were detailed and organized.  Jackson sought Richie out and paid him - threatened him, really - to do all of Jackson's schoolwork. Not only that, but Richie was accepted into the Kappa Sigma fraternity sans being subjected to any kind of repulsive hazing that usually went on behind closed doors. He was living every nerd's dream, but it seemed I was the only one on the whole campus who felt bad that he was being exploited because he was a brainiac.

"I mean it though," Cameron said. "She takes good care of me.  She just seems very unfazed and unemotional in times where I would expect her to be more... emotional, for lack of a better word."

"Like Haz, here," Jackson laughed, elbowing another of his frat brothers walking quietly behind him.

Harry Styles blinked his green eyes up at Jackson apathetically and shrugged. "I just don't see a point in getting worked up over small things."

"I think the phrase is, 'Don't cry over spilled milk'," Richie said, giggling to himself until Jackson glared his way.

Harry shook his head, the messy bun of brown curls on the back of his head wobbling with the movement. "I think Cam just likes the girl because she'll do his laundry. Lazy ass," Harry said, pushing Cameron off of the sidewalk into the road. 

"She'd do anything for me," Cam said, winking, shoving Harry back, and laughing with the rest of his frat brothers.

Harry and Cameron were the closest of the group, having grown up together. You must be wondering how the two of them grew up together but the three of us weren't a trio. Cameron and I had a separate friendship from Harry and Cameron. It was a wonder to me how we spent all of these years moving to the same places, but never managed to hang out together, even a single time. I barely knew Harry, but I knew of him. He marched to the beat of his own drum - well, as much as you could while still being a part of Kappa Sig. From afar, he did seem like me, never really showing much emotion aside from apathy and occasional excitement for something he cared strongly about. His grades weren't stellar, but they kept him at Holbrooke. He had a military father and a quiet mother, but I didn't know much more about them.  I did know that Harry and Cam were often confused as brothers.