Which Direction? {A Frat Boy Harry Fanfiction}

Chapter 7

"What the fuck?" My hand instantly went up to my head, rubbing against the growing bump.   

"Shit I'm sorry. I didn't see you there..." He looked up at me rubbing his own head as well. He was a dark haired boy. He was covered in tattoos. His arms snaked with the dark ink. Some of his tattoos were even visible from behind his thin white shirt. His dark jeans complimented his eyes that seemed to glow yet still seemed so dark. His facial hair was grown and stubby, wrapping around from ear to ear. He had a small silver ring pierced into his lip. It gave me chills, yet reminded me of home. Home.   

Where I came from this would be the normal. Nobody wants to grow up in a neighborhood like mine, but like the others I wasn't really given a choice.   

Something about him was mysterious, I liked it.   

I looked up at him. He was nervously biting his lower lip, with his lip ring between his teeth. "Why are you all wet?" Damnit. I almost forgot about that.   

"Long story," I said moving out of the way for a girl to walk by.   

"Oh well I'm Adam," he said suddenly putting on a thin hand. Awkwardly shaking it I introduced myself.  

"Chelsea oh well um..." he stopped not sure what to say next, "sorry about your head."  

"Esta bien--oh um--i mean--it's okay." I gave myself a mental smack in the head.   

"You speak Spanish?" he asked.   

"Yeah..."  

"Oh that's cool," he said rubbing his palms against his jeans, "I um need to go." And with that he was at the top of the stairs, and gone. Thank god the drunk loser who was chasing me was gone. He must've gotten distracted by that girl who just went up the stairs. I didn't have time to think twice about my encounter with Adam. I just needed to get out of here.   

But first I needed to find Riley. She was my ride here and I was planning on her being my ride back. Since the frat house was right off campus, it wasn't too far from our dorm. But it definitely would be too far to walk.   

As if right on cue, I noticed Riley sitting on a couch across the room. I headed towards her until I realized she was surrounded by a group of people. Three boys and two girls. I didn't recognize any of their faces except for one.   

Harry saw me from across the room, I looked away quickly trying not to make eye contact. My plan was to get Riley and get out.   

I walked up from behind her tapping her gently on the shoulder. She was deep in conversation with the others. She turned.   

"Oh hey Chelsea!!" she had just a little too much excitement in her voice, "what happened to you? Get run over by a water balloon?" She burst out into laughter with everyone else in the group, except for Harry. Was I the only one at this party who wasn't drunk?  

"Nothing," I mumbled behind grit teeth, "I was just about to ask for a ride back, but there's no way I'm letting you drive me home like this."  

"Already?! It's only--" she looked at the non-existent watch on her pale wrist, "7 in the morning!" I groaned. How the hell was I supposed to get home? My only somewhat friend is a drunken mess--well there's Niall. But the last time I saw him he didn't seem like he had much time to chat--  

"I could take you home," Harry's voice interrupted my thoughts. I raised an eyebrow in his direction.   

"Yeah!" I heard Riley exclaim out of nowhere, "let the mop take you home!" Again she started hysterically laughing with the people around her. Scratch what I thought--she was probably high.   

"Well?" Harry asked standing up off the couch. I was surprised to see him not surrounding by multiple drooling girls.   

"You're not drunk are you?"   

"Does it look like I'm drunk?" he asked moving his head to the side and putting his flannel back over his plain shirt. He didn't look drunk, he definitely had been drinking but he wasn't drunk.   

"Fine. Vamanos," I said to him. It was better than nothing. And right now it looked like my only option. I just needed to get back to my room and out of these clothes. I saw a slight smile on his face as he walked past me heading for the door. I rolled my eyes and followed him.   

"This is your car?" I asked staring at the shiny, black Corvette. He grinned. It matched him perfectly. Clean cut, worth a lot, and very high end.   

"Yep, this is her."  

"Her?" I asked oddly.   

"Nevermind. Just get in," he said opening the door for me to get in. I didn't even bother to thank him. He shut the door after me before running to the other side to get in.   

He started the car with a low rumble. He rolled down the windows and cranked up the radio.   

"Is this Skrillex?" I asked checking to see if my wet shorts were staining his perfect little seats.   

"Yeah. How'd you know?" he asked pulling onto the main road to campus, "most girls don't know that. They usually just beg me to turn it down and change it to Taylor Swift or some shit like that." I almost snorted. Couldn't agree more about all these prissy girls at this school. It's only my first day, but I know my stereotypes.   

I shrugged in response to his question, "I think I might be making your seats wet..."  

"Oh um that's fine," he said keeping his eye on the road. I'm surprised actually, thinking that he wouldn't want anything to happen to his precious expensive car. I looked over at him intently watching the road, his head slightly bobbing up and down to the beat of Skrillex.   

I looked out the window. It was pitch black outside other than the occasional flickering street light. The streets were empty and the buildings were dark.   

"Chelsea right?" he asked randomly.   

"Yeah Chelsea Garcia."  

"Harry Styles."  

Other than that the ride was pretty much driven in silence. No unnecessary talking, none of that "get to know me" crap, and thankfully no flirting or come-ons.   

We drove up to my dorms that still had some light coming from it. I got out of the car looking down at the giant wet spot my butt had left. I couldn't help but feel bad.   

I shut the door as lightly as possible and walked down the walkway.   

"Chelsea?!" I heard him call back from his car. I stopped. "You're new right? Freshmen?" I nodded. He gave me a quick one of his smiles and a wave.   

But he rolled up his window and drove away before I could ask him what year he was in, or before I could even thank him.