Sweet Bad Boys || Harry Styles AND Luke Hemmings

Chapter 1: First Lecture

A/N Hey you guys I'm Sandy and yeah im writing this fan fiction, obviously, and yeah. I've been reading fanfictions for about a year now and tried writing a few but failed miserably, so heres another go. 

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Ring ring... ring ring. 

I groaned as I unhappily woke up to my horrible marimba alarm on my iPhone. Quickly, I hit the snooze and rolled over. I was having a great dream and I was not giving it up that easily. As I was just about to doze back to sleep, I felt someone heavily jump on my bed, cause me to get the air knocked out of my lungs.

"Ughh" I moaned.

My eyes quickly shot open when I realized it was my new roommate Spencer, who I met at orientation a couple weeks ago.

"Spencer what the hell are you doing? Is it going to be like this everyday with you?!" She pursed her lips then giggled a little, just shaking head. 

"Hazel, you have literally 10 minutes to get ready for class."

She then proceeded to jump up off the bed and skip out of our room. I know someone who is way to perky in the morning. 

I squinted at the calendar next to my bed. Today was my first day at college or Uni since i'm schooling in London. I'm originally from the states, Boston, to be exact. It's always been my dream to travel the world, and what better way than thrrough an exchange program in college.

I glanced over at the clock, 5 minutes to get to class. Great, I don't have time for a shower. This is perfect, I'll look like shit on my first day of class. Whatever I'll just blame it on Monday. I quickly got changed into floral shorts, a loose tan tank top, and some cute sandals, lucky for me I picked out my outfit last night. I applied some makeup and brushed out my hair. Ready to go. I grabbed my backpack and opened the door to the hallway quickly running out the door. 

I started to jog out of the girls dorm when I noticed a big group of around 5 to 6 boys. Might I add none of them were particularly bad looking. I guess you could say I was checking them out until I noticed one of the boys who was taller and very muscular with brown curls staring back at me. We held eye contact for a second before I looked down blushing. I decided to jog to class since I'm already late, or maybe just power walk? Just kidding, I'm not going to powerwalk and get sweaty, whats the point I'm already 10 minutes late to my first lecture? That's going to make me look like an outstanding student. I sighed. Then heard a raspy chuckle followed by the muscular boy saying

"Whats with the sigh?"

I looked up shocked. How did I not notice him coming towards me? It was the boy with the curls. I looked over him and noticed his friends had left. 

"I'm already late for my first class" I muttered.

"Well that's a shame." His accent rung.

"Yeah, it's going to make me look great." I sarcastically said.

The thing I heard next shocked me a little. "You already do." The boy chuckled then playfully winked at me then added "You're American right? I can tell by your accent." 

"Oh, uh.. yeah.. I'm Hazel-Grace.. and you..?" I've never been really good with the whole 'talking to boys' thing.

"I'm Harry Styles."

"Well, it's nice to meet you but I have to run..." I laughed a little and shook my head  "Literally."

I was about to take off when he grabbed my wrist.

"Wait." He stated. "I'll drive you."

That was really sweet of him, but I couldn't have a practical stranger drive me, plus he probably had his own classes to get to. 

"I'm ok. But thanks for the offer." I mumbled looking down at my feet again.

He put his hand on the small of my back and guided me to his car, almost pushing me. Then breathed in my ear "I wasn't asking babe, now get in."