Which Direction? {A Frat Boy Harry Fanfiction}

Chapter 27

"What?" my back was burning into the wire fence behind me. The dark lusty essense of his presence was settling on the skin of my neck. 

The scene was dark and lit by only the blazing fire in the middle of the field. Yelling, singing, and talk from couples filled the air with noise. We seemed to be in the darkest part of the bonfire. I could barely see Harry, other than the faint shadow of his curls and the piercing emerald of his eyes.

"You heard me," his voice had changed, "I want to be with you Chelsea." His voice was much lower now, darker.

"Be--be with me?" my mind played like a movie, thinking back to the past few days. It's been short, but pretty damn amazing. This boy came into my life when I literally had nothing. I'm a strong girl, but he's my one weakness. 

"Yes," I knew from the beginning that he wasn't a relationship guy, I knew just from the way people looked at him...looked at me, well when I was with him.

"But--" his warm finger was pressed to my lips in silence.

"Chelsea. These circumstances are weird. But I like weird," his eyes didn't leave mine, "No regrets Chelsea."

"But--"

"If you're not in this, I get it. But I literally have never felt this way about anyone else before. It's hard to explain what I feel," his scent was clean and overwhelming all at the same time as he brought his voice even lower to a whisper, "I don't even know what I feel." 

I swallowed hard, "I don't understand. I didn't think you--"

"--want a relationship?" finishing my sentence for me, he brought his body even closer to my own. I could feel the heavy weight of his chest rising and falling against mine. 

"Yeah..." 

"I didn't," my heart did a twirl and a leap, plummeting hard to the dry grass below us, "But people change." 

He's the guy of the school, the one who's got every college girl under his spell. Why would he even bother with me? The broken girl. 

"People never change," I whispered, meaning it. 

"How are you so sure?" his voice was challening and tempting. 

"Because it's true. People never change," my voice wavered thinking of my dad. I was 100% sure that he's still somewhere far from my hometown, probably living in a bar, stealing money and drugs from whoever he can get his filthy hands on. 

He could sense my agitation, his caring fingers finding their way to my cheek. He rubbed his thumb over soft skin, cooing into the crook of my neck. 

"I can change," his whispers sent those shivers down my spine, "For you." 

I grabbed his hair from the back of his head, jerking him backwards so I could press a harsh kiss to his lips. My forceful actions took him by surprise, but he was ready for it. He knew I was the agressive type, I wasn't going to be pushed around.

"I'm guessing that's a yes then I guess," he laughed pulling away and licking his lips. 

"To what?" I was out of breath. 

"To being my girlfriend..." he stared down at his feet, the awkward words tumbling awkardly out of his mouth.

"Is that how you're asking," my confidence tickled the back of my throat, I wasn't going to be treated like any less than himself. 

"Chelsea Garcia," he matched his nose with mine, pressing his forehead against me, "Will you be my girlfriend?" 

A warm, uneasy feeling settled in my stomach. Not sure if I was anticipating the butterflies or getting ready to barf. 

It quickly went away, my fingers threading into the soft fabric of his black shirt. I closed my eyes, knowing this is where I want to be. 

"Yes," his smile was warmed against mine, before it broke out into a small kiss. 

... 

"You really didn't have to drive me Harry," I said getting into his car.

"It's fine," he said, "I don't mind." 

He was wearing a maroon beanie, a gray dri-fit shirt, and a pair of black joggers. His face still wasn't completely waken up, considering it was only 8 in the morning I give him some credit. English today started at 8:30, and Harry had insisted to me last night that he was gonna drive me.

We left the bonfire soon after he asked me to be his girlfriend, Harry getting bored with all the people there. I wasn't really sure why, since they all seemed to enjoy his company...

"My dorm is literally like a 15 minute walk to my class. I would've been fine..." we were already deep into campus by now. 

"And now we're basically here," he said anticipating the turn to my english classroom. 

"Thanks Harry..." I mumbled flattered he wanted to give me a ride but a little embarrassed too. I could've walked... 

"Text me after class. Maybe we can get dinner or something," he said avoiding eye contact. Things were still a bit awkawrd, since now we were technically "dating" and everything. 

"Yeah sure," I said swinging my bag over my shoulder and getting out of the car. He rolled down the window to the passenger seat so I could hear him.

"Bye Chels. Have fun," his cheerful voice didn't even come close to how hot he looked today. His beanie was barely covering his thick curls, his simple outfit was so sexy. 

"Thanks again. Bye," and with that I turned around smiling as I walked through the clasroom doors. 

"Hey Chelsea," Mr. Malik said as soon as I walked in the room. I gave him a small smile, taking a seat next to Niall in the second row. He gave me a slight wave before Mr. Malik began. 

The lesson was a long 2 hours. I did my best to actually absorb everything he was saying. 

"Okay that's it for today," I sighed glad it was over. Niall said something about going to the campus bookstore to buy something. This would be one of the first times that Niall and I weren't gonna do homework together. I waved him goodbye before I was left alone in the classroom.

"Chelsea!" Mr. Malik smiled my direction, "Just the girl I wanted to see!" 

"Yeah?" 

"I read your paper..." his voice trailed off when his fingers rummaged though his mess of papers on his desk. 

I stopped in place, holding my bag against my right shoulder. I was standing at the front of his desk now. 

"...and it was incredible. One of the best I've read so far. I didn't realize you're quite the writer Chelsea," he held out my paper towards me. 

I totally forgot I even wrote this thing. Honestly, I barely remember writing half these words on this page. They sorta just came to me. 

"I might have to hire you to write some of my articles," he chuckled to himself. 

"Articles?" 

"Oh yeah. I'm the editor and one of the main writers for the school newspaper," he came around to the front of his desk propping himself up to sit down on the brown surface. 

"I never even knew we had a school newspaper."

"Yeah. You should really join the team sometime. If you ever have something you want in the newspaper, bring it by me and we can get it into the Times for sure," his perfect teeth subtly shown through his dark stuble. 

"Alright..."

"Seriously Chelsea. I know you probably don't care about school all that much right now, but you should seriously think about it," his flawless features were hopeful. 

"I will," I said. That's the reason I came to college right, to get involved, to learn? 

"See you next class Chelsea," he called to me as I backed to the door, "I hope you think about it." 

"Okay thanks Mr. Malik," I said flipping to walk out the door. That's when I was a little surprised to see someone leaning in the doorway.

Harry.