Hello lovelies! I'm Catie and I just wanted to say hello :) I hope I can give you plenty of Harry feels with this fanfic... Enjoy :)
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"You should go out there and meet someone!" My roommate, Isabelle, told me.
"This is about the 100th time you've told me that just this week," I groaned.
"This is college, Violet. Put yourself out there or I'll do it for you," Isabelle warned.
"Fine, I'll try,"
"That's the spirit!" Isabelle clapped. I grinned and picked up my bag full of books.
"Don't be afraid to talk to a guy! They don't bite!" She called after me.
"Bye, Isabelle," I laughed while rolling my eyes. I lugged my bag over to my English class and plopped down in my desk once I got there.
I didn't want to find a boyfriend. I simply don't need one. If I wanted one, I'd go looking for one. Isabelle insists that I get a boyfriend all the time and I always lie and say that I'll try to get one just to get her off my back.
There were attractive boys on campus; especially in this English class. But I wouldn't go after them, and they certainly wouldn't want someone like me.
"Oh, Harry!" The blonde sitting next to me shrieked, which caused me to jump.
In walked Harry Styles, the heart throb of the campus. I've had a small crush on him ever since I first saw him, but I wouldn't admit that to anyone. Even Isabelle didn't know of my tiny crush.
He flashed the blonde his perfect smile as she started fiddling with his shirt collar. I rolled my eyes as she pulled her shirt down further while he turned to sit down.
I sighed and pulled out the things I needed for the class. Once the blonde skipped back to her seat, Harry started pulling his own things out of his bag.
My notebook was littered with tiny drawings that I lazily drew when class was too boring to pay attention to. I had one page in my book that had a small sketch of Harry's face. It's not creepy, he just has the most perfect bone structure I've ever seen and I wanted to document it. That notebook has my whole life in it. I have so many class notes shoved in there, and of course, there's the drawing of Harry. I've seen a few of his tattoos and I've tried to sketch them as well, but I don't want to be caught staring for too long.
Our professor lazily trudged in and sat down at his desk. He grumbled at us to read a few pages from our books and answer some questions. It looked like he took a painkiller and he closed his eyes to sleep. Looks like someone went a little too crazy last night.
I chuckled to myself and decided to save the work for some other time. I decided to add to some of my little Harry sketches. I was so lost in my drawing that I didn't notice someone looking over my shoulder.
"Wow, that's really good," A low voice whispered, causing me to jump in my seat.
I slowly looked over to see Harry had moved his desk closer to mine and he was looking at my drawing of him. I slammed the cover of the notebook shut, which made everyone look over at me. My face turned red and I sunk in my seat a bit.
"What were you drawing?" He asked.
"Nothing," I whispered.
"It looked like me," He said with a smirk hung on his lips.
"Well, it wasn't," I denied.
"Yes, it was,"
"It wasn't,"
"Then why did I also see my tattoos?" Harry grinned smugly.
"You didn't," I lied. I looked into his green eyes and insecurity washed over me. He was much more attractive than I thought.
"Why do you bother lying to me, Violet?" He smirked. Did he just say my name? That was my name, right?
"You know my name?" I choked out.
"Of course, love," He chuckled. I smiled at him as I hid my notebook in my bag.
"So, is that for a class?" Harry asked.
"Why are you still talking to me?" I blurted out. Harry looked taken aback at my bluntness. Harsh, yes, but I wanted to know.
"I noticed your drawing and now I'm interested. Plus, there is no reason to be rude, love. I'm sure you love talking to me," He grinned. I smirked as I felt my sass begin to come out.
"What makes you so sure?"
"I know what I do to you, Violet,"
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