Amor [Harry Styles A.U]

NINE

:C H A P T E R N I N E:

Not many transfer students are seen, there are some — just like me — running through the grass silently cursing about how stupid they are for forgetting some things. I look down to my belongings, mentally double-checking the checklist I've done just before we left the house.

Harry hasn't spoken a word. I haven't been trying to let it out of him. By now, I've known better than to get on his bad side.

We walk through the paved-steps leading to the dorm. I look around me, some students are lounging by the tree, just goofing with each other. Some other are just seen jogging around, letting the steam out I presume.

The pavements seem endless with so many luggages to carry through, the wheels do help but not so much when you have numerous of them. My luggage tags dangle from side to side as if cheering us. After a few more minutes of aching arms, we're finally stood in front of the bricked building I saw just a few days back.

Harry walks inside to settle some things for me; getting my dorm room number, keys, and a bundle of papers consisting of ground rules and what not. He then walk back outside, shielding his eyes from the bright sun. "You got 306," he says, eyeing the key.

I'm quite relieved getting the third floor out of the six-story building — at least that's what seen from outside. I walk pass Harry, leaving him behind to follow. I push open the glass doors — that seem too modern for the building itself, not that the building looks creepy.

I'm soon greeted by loud chatter and students running around the corridor, one of them almost run into me. I stop in my track and look back, immediately searching for Harry's face. He looks amused then look down, chuckling. He strides toward the door with my luggages in his hands.

"You should really watch where you're going," he warns jokingly before making a turn towards the lift.

"Or maybe they are the ones who should watch where they're going," I huff.

I follow close behind, not wanting to get run over by any of the running pupils. We walk inside the lift and Harry does all the work. The third floor corridor soon greets us, a bit less chaotic than the first — or should I say, ground floor.

We then walk to the right and start looking for the said room 306. We walk past two doors before we finally find 306, I knock inside knowing I wouldn't be living here myself. I get no answer and Harry soon find his way past me, getting his key-filled hand to the keyhole and start unlocking it.

The door swings open revealing a rather neat and spacey room. A little spacier than my old dorm, of course. I sigh in relieve as I see the opposite side of mine, oddly in place and nothing tragic.

I place all my luggages beside my closet and start piling all the boxes next to my desk. Harry sits and watches me unpack without a sound. His quietness starts making me anxious.

The door once again swings open, revealing a casually dressed girl by the door frame. "Hello!" She greets with a tone somewhere in between cheerful and surprised.

"Hi," I greet back with a smile.

"Oh.. I didn't see you have company," now she does sound surprised.

Harry glances toward her for a split second, but other than that, he doesn't budge.

"Yes, um, I'm Ava and this is Harry," I say, addressing each of the names.

"Yeah, I know," her eyes still wide. "I'm Jo, by the way. And um, I'll leave you guys to it. Bye!" She says before rushing towards the door and closing it behind her.

"Do you know her?" Now Harry has my full attention.

"Mere acquaintance." He shrugs.

***

"Thank you," I smile genuinely.

"Sure," he shrugs.

I've noticed that he does that a lot — shrugging. And I've also noticed that his snarky comments are lessened as time goes by. With that I am thankful, yet sometimes I still feel like walking on edge with him. Getting on his good side at all time lately has been my top priority.

I look down at my wristwatch, it's 6:33 p.m. We've been here all day, hands sunk deep in boxes. "Let's get dinner," Harry suggests with his hand running through his hair, unconsciously messing his locks.

"I think I'll pass. I really am drained," I say, sinking into my freshly made bed.

"Are you sure? Last time I check, skipping dinner isn't helping your problem," he scoffs. I furrow my brows as he looks somewhat annoyed because of this.

"I'll order something later. You don't have to get all touchy about it," I roll my eyes.

He just glares with clenched jaws before walking — rather stomping — out of my room, not bothering to close the door after. I let out a humourless laugh at his childish behaviour. He has no reason to be annoyed at me for not agreeing to have dinner with him. Maybe he just doesn't take no as an answer.

***

After cleaning myself up, I prop myself on the bed, all ready for a good night sleep. I check my  phone and find nothing — no missed calls, no voicemails, no messages, nothing. I lay my phone on the nightstand then start finding the comfortable position to sleep in.

Before I get the chance to close my eyes, my stomach starts to grumble. It grumbles for a long four seconds, probably scolding me for skipping lunch and dinner and for rejecting Harry's offer to fill my stomach with some nutritious food.

First night in this dorm and I'm already regretting the first decision I've made.