Dorm 308

{ T W E N T Y }

The frequent vibrating sound of my phone from the coffee table woke me up from my deep and peaceful slumber. I was lazily draped on the couch with half of my body almost falling from the black leather couch that Harry own but I've been sleeping on for months.

I didn't bother to check who was calling me so early before I grabbed my phone and touched the accept button.

"What do you want?" I groaned annoyingly at the speaker whilst my eyes are closed. I'm not a morning person especially when Friday is the only day of the weekday that I don't have classes with at eight am. I wanna enjoy my sleep because Harry and I talked way too much even if we already arrived at the dormitory last night. He won't stop blabbering about random things.

"Get up, now." From the deep, raspy, accented voice, I knew it was Harry by the moment he spoke through the receiver. How did this guy even wake up so early?

"Can I do that later. I'm still sleepy." I whined like a little girl and pouted my lips though he can't see me. He was the main reason why I'm being sleep deprived right now. He messed up my sleeping pattern.

"Now. I have something to show you." How many things does he have to show me? I groaned and grunted into the phone because he can't attack me the way he usually does when I don't follow him when he's around. "Meet me at the Starbucks kiosk near the campus."

I was about to protest and defy but he ended the phone call without even saying goodbye. I looked at my phone and instantly regretted it because my eyes burn from the sudden brightness of my screen. I blinked a few times before I finally adjusted my eyes to screen. I looked at the clock on top of the phone and it read 8:36am. I groaned because I need more beauty sleep.

But talking about Harry, he will find a way to make me come and meet him or he will come to me instead. Because of that, I got up from my comfortable position on the couch and literally dragged myself to the bathroom located inside Harry's bedroom.

After three months of staying here, I already have a small dresser that Harry provided for me because he wants everything to be neat — shocking, I know. He also gave me a space in the bathroom to place all my toiletries. My own shampoo because his shampoo smells like a man and his conditioner is expensive and branded. The only thing we shared is the toothpaste — we have to argue what brand of toothpaste to use because I have sensitive teeth and I need a specific toothpaste — its the only thing we have concluded to be the same with.

I got in the shower and do all my rituals from my soap to lotion and face creams. I decided to apply a thin amount of eyeliner and a concealer to the pimples marks on my face. I put on my white skinny jeans and a light denim jacket underneath my black tank top. My favorite pair of Keds to complete my look before I got my own house keys and wallet. I stepped out of the dormitory but not without checking the door if its securely locked — this is what paranoia does.

I turn around and was about to start walking down the hallway to the elevator but not without seeing a group of girls looking at me with a death glare. They just saw me come out from Harry's dormitory. Now, they would think I slept with him because everyone knows he doesn't have a roommate. I tried to ignore their stares and murmurs but the girl who wears a black short shorts and a grey tank top — in my opinion she shows too much skin — made a loud snide comment and made me stop in my tracks.

"I can't believe Harry would sleep with an innocent freshman." She chuckled and so does her small group of girls. "When you're desperate too much." She added.

I wanna sassy reply back at her and call her names to shut her up but I'm not stooping that low. I know her words will remain in my mind and she can spread a rumor as fast as a wildfire. But I can't let her know that its affects me and she scares me. Instead, I pulled out my phone and pretended that someone is calling me.