(Camilla’s P.O.V)
Found him.
“Allow me,” Harry offers his hand to help me up.
I flinched but agreed to take his hand, “Thanks.”
“Why haven’t seen you around before? Are you taking Psychology?”
“Y-yeah.” I try to hide the goosebumps that were forming on my arms. “I’m new.”
His eyes suddenly beamed with happiness. “So YOU’RE the new girl! They should’ve warned us that you were going to be a beaut!”
I confusingly place my fingers on my cheek, sensing that they began to heat up. What’s wrong with me?
“Let me introduce you to your roommate; she’s a bowl of sunshine.” he grins as he interlocks my arm with his.
“Roommate?” My brows raised.
“Yeah, I've known her since...wait! I didn’t even get to introduce myself yet.” he stands tall in front of me and offers to shake my hand. “My name is Harry Styles. And yours?”
“Cami- kopat'. Larissa... Larissa...Laz...io?” At this point, he had the most awkward expression plastered on his face. “Yeah, Lazio. I mean, Larissa Lazio.”
“Are you sure?” he chuckles and shows off his perfect white teeth. “Don’t be nervous, love. You’ll be just fine here at UCLA.”
Since I can’t spit out any words, I simply nod. He seems to enjoy talking, anyway.
“And don’t worry...once you get to know Blake, you’ll be just fine!” He said, as we continued walking down the hallway.
“What? Who’s Blake?” I asked, tilting my head up at him.
“Oh...she’s your-”
Harry got cut off by a high pitched groan, coming from the other end of the hall.
A tall girl with curly blonde hair, and bright blue eyes started walking towards us.
"HER LUGGAGE ARRIVED AND GUESS WHAT!" She yelled once she was right in front of us.
"Uh..B-" Harry stuttered.
"- NO DON'T GUESS. I'LL TELL YOU."
"Blake..um-"
"-HARRY SHE OWNS BLACK COMBAT BOOTS." Blake cried out. "Black combat boots. AS IN SO 2011. TWO YEARS AGO HARRY."
I let go of Harry's arm, which I didn't even realize I was still holding onto.
"You went through my luggage!" I couldn't believe this girl.
Blake was taken aback at my tone of voice. "Wait...wait...you're my roommate?"
Harry laughed nervously. "Yes Blake, that's what I was trying to tell you.”
By now, a swarm of boys had already began to crowd around us, no thanks to Blake’s big mouth.
“What’s so wrong with black combat boots anyway?” I tried to smile.
Blake, who was now trying to smile back at me, shook her head. "Oh, nothing! I'm sure you can totally work them!"
She stook out her hand. "Blake Jenson."
Oh, great another hand I have to touch. "Larissa Lazio."
I heard Harry sigh with relief next to me.
He shouldn't be relieved. Not yet. Not ever.
--
(Harry's P.O.V)
Whew. That was a close one. I thought it was going to turn into a major catfight.
I turned to Larissa and smiled. “Hey, Blake and I, as well as a bunch of our friends are going to have lunch off campus a little later. Would you like to join us?”
She bit her lip, as if she were thinking hard about it. “Sure...I just have to unpack and meet up with a friend first.”
I could see Blake frowning out of the corner of my eye, and then I suddenly got a great idea.
"Oh! B, why don't you help Larissa unpack? She'll be done quicker that way!"
Larissa's eyes opened wide and she was about to speak when Blake cut her off.
"Oh yes! We can talk fashion!" Blake grabbed her wrist and I watched Larissa struggle to keep up.
The door to their room slammed shut in front of me, and I got a bad feeling in the pit of my stomach. I inhaled and began to walk back to my room, when I ran into Nate sprinting.
“HARRY HARRY HARRY!” he screams as he wraps his legs around my torso.
“NATE WHAT’S GOING ON??” I stare back at his pale face, “YOU LOOK LIKE YOU SAW CASPAR.”
“CLOSE ENOUGH.” he attempts to catch his breath. “I SAW... I SAW THIS... HOT GIRL... IN THE HALLWAY... I OFFERED HER DIRECTIONS... BUT SHE ABUSED ME... THAT BITCH.”
“Abused? Is that why you’re hand is bleeding?” I inspected his hand from afar because it looks disgusting.
“SHE ATTACKED ME WITH HER KEYS HARRY.” he continued to scream in my ear. “And then she blew me a kiss which kinda left me turned on but that’s a different story.”
“Who was she?”
“I don’t know man, I’ve never seen her before. It still hurts...” he pouts and stares down at his bloody hand.
“What did she look like, then?”
“Hot. Long, dark brown hair. Nice boobs. Crazy green eyes that were the size of my fists. Pretty sure she’s new girl.” he flings his hand close to my face. “Can you kiss it?”
“Larissa?” my eyes widened in disbelief, “That can’t be her; she was extremely quiet when I introduced myself. I don’t see her doing that to anyone.”
“Well she did it to me and now I have a gushing hole in my hand and I’m going to get it infected with disease and I’m going to die a painful death.” He begins to pace around the hallway like a crazy lunatic.
“Then go to the nurse and get it cleaned, dumbass.”
“Only pussies go to the nurse, Pussy.” he spat back.
“They have lollipops.”
“Could you escort me to the nurse, please?”
I gave Nate a look that said “back off” and he instantly calmed down.
“Alright jeez. I’ll go by myself.” He gave me one last look before turning around, and hurrying down the hallway.
I walked back into my dorm and took a deep breath. My head was pounding and I didn’t know why. I walked to my dresser, and took a good, long look in my mirror.
“It’s okay, Harry. Everything’s fine.”
Boy, was I wrong.
YOU ARE READING
Trained To Kill (A Harry Styles Love Story)
Fanfiction"Find him. Get close to him. Then, kill him." Those were her orders. Camilla is a trained assassin with one job only; kill who she was told to. Following in her fathers footsteps, she quickly became uniquely skilled and gained undeniable wit. This t...
