Unpredictable (Harry Styles Fan Fiction)

Chapter 8.

I was laying on my bed in my room, doing a little bit of homework for my other classes. Brooke was lounged back on her own bed, listening to music and texting. It was about a quarter to 6, so I decided to get up and start getting ready for Harry. We agreed on going to his dorm. 

"Where are you going?" Brooke asked me.

"Harry and I have this dumb project we need to do together, so I'm going over to his dorm."

"Have fun," she said, smirking at me.

I laughed. "Trust me, being with Harry is the last thing I want to be doing right now."

"How come? He's insanely hot," she added.

I shrugged. "He's a dick. Besides, I have a boyfriend."

She just snorted. I rolled my eyes, and slipped on my Toms. A few minutes later, Harry walked straight in, not bothering to knock.

"Harry!" I exclaimed. "Knock first! For all you know, I couldn't have been dressed or something!"

He snorted. "I wouldn't look anyway, trust me."

I scoffed. "Well still, you should knock."

"Why? This is Brooke's dorm too, and she gave me permission to come in whenever. Brooke's my friend, I actually like her." He smirked at me. Brooke shot me an appologetic look. "Now, get your ass out here so we can go."

I rolled my eyes, and said bye to Brooke, and followed Harry out to his car. I climbed into the passenger seat as he started the car. The drive to Harry's dorm building was silent, only the soft hum of the stereo playing.

Once we parked, I followed Harry inside the building, up a few flights of stairs, and to a door at the very end of a hallway. He unlocked the door, and I followed behind him inside. I saw there was only one bed, as opposed to two.

"Where's your roommate?" I asked curiously, placing my backpack down on the floor.

"Don't have one," he mumbled, turning a lamp on. 

"How come? Doesn't everyone have one? How'd you-"

"Stop asking questions." He interupted.

I took a seat in one of the chairs that were near me, and started searching through my backpack. "So I was thinking we could start with English, maybe read through the story once or twice and talk about it. Then we can do our improv and start figuring out-"

"Would you stop talking?" Harry snapped, sitting on his bed. 

"Harry, you have to help. I'm not doing this all myself."

"I will help. Just shut up for a little while." He started rubbing his temples. I huffed and leaned back in my chair, crossing my arms.

After a few minutes of silence, Harry spoke up. "Okay, fine. Whatever. Let's just read the story now." He reached over onto his desk and grabbed his copy of Romeo and Juliet, and I grabbed mine out of my backpack. 

It's a fairly short story, so we finished in about a half hour.

"Now what?" Harry asked. 

"Well, we have story questions that are due in two days, so we need to do those." He nodded his head, and grabbed his paper with the questions on it, and I grabbed mine. We both started working on them. 

A few minutes later, Harry stood up, and started to put his shoes on. 

"Harry? What are you doing?" I asked him, confused. We weren't even close to finishing our questions.

"Leaving."

"Leaving? Why are you leaving? You can't leave. We have to finish the questions!" I was getting seriously frustrated with him.

"I have a party that I can't miss."

I was fuming. "You just decided to tell me this? Harry, these questions are due in two days! You can't just not do them for a party!"

He shrugged. "You're not my mom."

"Yeah, but I am your project partner."

He huffed, and squeezed his eyes closed. "Fine, how bout this. Come with me to the party. We can work on it on the way there and back in the car. It's at a nightclub about a half hour away. I have a driver taking me so I don't have to take my car or drive."

I thought it over for a minute. "I don't know.."

"Come on, Elle. I'm not going to know anyone there. You'd at least make the party bearable." I gaped at him. This was completely out of his element. He ran a hand through his curls. "And I'll get Williams to get us out of the improv."

"How?" I was pretty skeptical.

"I know someone," he shrugged.

I nodded my head. "Deal."

A look of pure amusement washed over his face. "Let's get going then."