Crav•ing

Prolouge

Wind blows through as I make my way down the cold Manchester streets, my shoes clicking against the ice covered sidewalks.

It's mid-February here, snow and cloudy skies, it's nearly 7:00 in the morning.

I sleeply make my way to my early morning university class. I open the door to the physics room, the warm air hitting me like a train.

I sit quietly before professor darling starts her lesson.

"Hello class. This morning I will teach you about displ-"

The door to the classroom flies open, and in walks him.

Harry Styles.

University douchebag and biggest fuckboy. Every girl at the god forsaken place swoons over him. Personally I think he's a complete and utter idiot. With no brain and has nothing better to do then mess with every girl like he owns the place. He will never make it anywhere in life. I can promise you that.

"Nice of you to join us. Mr.Styles. Oh and before I forget. Your grades are dramatically dropping. So you will start having study sessions with Mrs.Avery Marshall. She's the highest educated in the class, so you will work with her until your grades improve. No objections what so ever, so like I was saying class." Mrs.Darling proceeds.

My mouth hangs open at shock of what she just said. I look at Harry, and he smirks, at me, sending me a sly wink.

I roll my eyes in disgust. This should be fucking wonderful.

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I go to my dorm, overly angry that I have to deal with that idiot.

I tell my roommate Em what's happened.

"You have got to be kidding me! You need to sleep with him Avery!" She exclaims, clapping her hands together.

"Ha! Um are you stupid? I would never sleep with that idiot! If my life depended on it." I huff.

Before we could continue our conversation. There's a knock at our door. I get up. Answering it. It's Harry.

"Hello beautiful." He smirks, leaning up against the doorway.

I will admit. He looks. Hot.

No Avery stop.

I roll my eyes.

"I don't like you, but I have to work with you, so sit down, shut up, and do what I say, and this will be over soon enough."

He smirks, and leans close to whisper. "Oh honey, this is only the beginning...."

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The whole time Harry was over. I kept wondering what Harry was talking about.

"Harry, you have to listen." I scold him, grabbing the paper from him, erasing what he did wrong, and rewriting the right answer.

"What if I'm too busy observing you?" He smirks.

I quiver my eyebrows, "wow you're actually using big words."

"Cause I'm smart, duh." He rolls his eyes, continuing to look at the homework.

"That's really funny, Harry. But I doubt extremely smart people use the word 'duh', in a sentence." I scoff at him.

"Are you a virgin?" He asks, blankly, my eyes growing wide, wanting to stab him with the pencil that was in my hand.

"Why is that any of your business?" I ask, shocked by his question. "Because I know the answer." He smirks, sitting back in his chair.

"What's the answer then, Harry, huh?" I say, obviously getting angry with the way he's acting.

"You're a virgin, just waiting to come out of that shell of yours, lets make a deal, shall we? I'm looking for sex, and I know down inside you are." My body become tense at his words.

"Let's be friends with benefits, we both want one thing, no strings attached, we certainly don't like each other." He says, shrugging his shoulders.

"No strings attached?" I ask.

"None."

"Okay, I'll do it."