Amor [Harry Styles A.U]

SEVEN

:C H A P T E R S E V E N:

Carol has been coming to my house, making her points clear that she would miss me if she doesn't spend every last bit of our time together. Sometimes I do wonder, how can I get so lucky? Having a special girl, like Carol, as my best friend. We have many friends, but we only have a few that can be called best friend.

Today though, Carol can't come to my house because she has to accompany her mother somewhere. I decide to have a lazy day, so I prepare a stack of DVDs, piles of snacks on my bedside table before going into the bathroom to have a quick shower.

I pull my hair up into a bun and take off all my clothes. I adjust the water temperature into warm and just stand there, letting the warm water take away all my thoughts. For a minute, I think about my parents' crazy plan. It sounded super crazy at first, with all the match-making and transferring, it all just seem so surreal. I denied those ideas a while ago, but here I am now, considering that their plan isn't so bad after all. I do get some advantages out of it, a fresh start, as how Carol would refers.

Maybe, just maybe, Harry has a role in me agreeing to my parents' plan. Him getting nicer, gives me something to look up to. Something that tells me that this whole plan will turn out good. I do hope this messed up plan will turns out good. Just like a white light at the end of a tunnel.

I step out of the shower after finishing all my business, I put on a white bath robe and walk over to the mirror and just stare ahead, thinking to myself whether I made a right decision. Then, I walk out of the bathroom while pulling my hair down, setting it free from the bun. I jump an inch back as I look toward my bed and see Harry, ever so casually sitting on it. Munching on my snacks, he does nothing but looking straight ahead to the television that is now playing one of my DVDs.

"What are you doing here?" I ask Harry, a little too harshly.

"Watching movie." He answers in between bites of my snacks, not diverting his vision away from the tv.

"Yes, I can see that. But why here?" I ask again, getting slightly annoyed by his nonchalant manner.

"I'm waiting for you," He finally looks at me, "now, get dressed."

My eyes widen at his statement, I look down and I see myself still in a bathrobe. Nothing too revealing, but still, being looked at by someone like Harry in this state doesn't make me feel comfortable.

"Out!" I command, I can feel my cheeks reddens as he replies with a smirk.

"Be ready in five." He speaks as getting up from my bed. I don't think I can manage to dress up in five minutes, but I nod anyway.

As I put on my outfit, my thought immediately flies to Harry. I'm curious of why he's here, but I shrug it off remembering that my mum might be asking him to do something for her. I rush to my vanity, brush my hair and curl the ends. I then put on a light make up to brightens my face. I hear a knock on my door as I do my make up, "Come in."

"Tick tock, Ava, tick tock."

I don't bother to look at him, I keep my eyes focused to the mirror instead. I can see his reflection getting further into my room, heading to my direction. I ignore him and continue applying my make up.

"Why are you here, exactly?" I speak as I buff blush to my cheeks.

"Showing you the dorms." He sits down on the edge of my bed.

"Can't you wait till I actually move there?" I roll my eyes as I reply.

"Your mum asked me to," He pauses, "Now, come on."

"I really don't want to do it." I try pointing it out, again.

"I really don't care." He replies slyly, then blowing strands of hair out of his forehead.

I stomp away to my closet and grab the nearest sling bag I can find before strutting out of my room. "Let's get this over with," I glance toward Harry before he gets the signal and follows behind me.

***

"Why is it so far away from class?" I blurt out as Harry parks his black car.

"There's a shortcut, but it's pedestrians only."

"Will you show me the way? I think I'll need the shortcut way more than this long way of--" I stop mid-sentence after Harry rudely interrupts my ramble.

"I think your mum would make me go and pick you up on every lesson, so maybe you don't really need it." He cuts off as he pulls out the car key.

"That's not happening. I don't need to be grumped at 24/7. Especially, on my bad days." I shake my head wide-eyed, frightened by the idea.

"Trust me, Ava, that's the last thing I want to do." He laughs humourlessly.

***

We walk down the pavements of the parking lot toward the big, bricked building. As we get closer, I notice the similarity between these dorms and the actual department buildings. They look very similar, bricked walls with ivies climbing up each sides.

"Where are you staying?" I speak, baiting a conversation.

"Around here."

"Which building?" I ask further.

"None of your concern." He looks away to the parking lot, clearly trying to run away from the conversation. Knowing better, I let him pass.

We walk further into the porch of one of the dorm buildings' and get through the large, glass double-doors. The entrance doors of the dorms aren't closed and we're instantly greeted by the scent of warm vanilla filling the corridors. I gape at how different these buildings are from the ones at my old campus. The dorms are very homey and look well-maintained.

We look around for a couple more minutes before deciding to go back to the car. The walk towards the car is covered in silence, neither me nor Harry tries to spark a conversation.

"Did my mum tell you when am I going to move in to the dorm room?" I start, ridding ourselves from silence.

"No." He keeps his eyes straight ahead.

"Okay." I reply quietly, not wanting to drag this conversation any longer.

I stare out the window and cannot help but think of reasons of why Harry's being so moody. His tone was okay this morning, but all of a sudden his tone flattens into nothing. If this is the person that I'll be spending my time with, then I'm pretty sure can't take it.