Homecoming [Harry Styles] *NEW*

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Quick Summary:

Holly is a 2nd year at her university and one of the presidents of her sorority. She's known for the scandelous relationship with frat-boy president Louis Tomlinson and has a reputation for being a legend on campus. When she meets Harry Styles, she wants nothing to do with him and his ink stained skin. However, people aren't always what they appear on the outside. Both can relate.

Short Prologue (Harry comes in during the next chapter):

In the kitchen, I refilled my cup and walked back through to the living room. Frat boys were playing beer pong, and girls were passed out on the floor by the oversized black-leather couches. My vision was blurred and I had to grab onto the nearest piece of furniture- or person- I could find.

"Holly!"

Several of my sorority sister's stumbled through the crowd of people and slurred their words due to the alcohol in their plastic red cups. Everything and everyone was a mob of blurred lines and cigarette smoke.

I let go of the strange guy I had been sweet talking the for past hour and turned to face them. I could barely understand what they were saying. I'm sure the percentage of alcohol in my system could explain that and surely get me thrown in jail if I was caught behind the wheel of a moving vehicle.

They all held up their cups and I joined in, not knowing what the hell we were doing.

"Here's to the last party of the summer, and the first of the year to come!"

I burst out laughing as we clinked red cups and our drinks went everywhere, leaving my white v-neck see-through. Out of the corner of my eye, a curly haired figure could be seen standing in the corner, but I couldn't make out a face, or really anything detailed, right now. He didn't seem familiar, but I couldn't recognize my own reflection at this point. Barely able to stay standing, I grabbed back on to the boy who I'd been with earlier.

"Fuck! We have rush tomorrow, don't we?" One of the girls called out, holding the side of her head tightly. She looked like she had twelve eyes and five arms..

I grabbed my head, which was throbbing from the loud music.

"Stop shouting! Fuck, my head is killing me right now."

Taking the guy's hand, we began to make our way to the stairs.

"Holly! Where are you going?" The girls shouted at me in their sing-song voices.

Flipping them off, I turned around to face them.

"Fuck off."

The figure I'd seen was no longer standing where I'd seen him before. Though I was completely out of control, as usual, the same guilty feeling in the pit of my stomach began to form as I walked upstairs and closed the door to some random girl's bedroom.

Thanks for reading! I highly recommend continuing to read until at least Chapter 8- that's when things REALLY get exciting, not that the rest isn't.