Away (Harry Styles fanfic)

Chapter 5

Today's Sunday. And i'm moving to my dorm room. I'm not as scared as I thought I would be.

Surprisingly, Taylor gave me all the gossip, and friendship groups when it was only her and myself in the house. Otherwise, she would be a bitch to me. I don't get that logic.. But it seems to work for her. She has constantly been going on about how I have no choice but to stay away from her group, and Harry's. I laugh at the fact that she doesn't realise I don't know who this Harry guy is.

I also met one of her friends on saturday. A real fucking bitch. She didn't even give me second look before she scoffed me off and went to go find Taylor in the massive house. Her name is Natalie. She dresses the same as Taylor, but is ten times worse in attitude. Well, I think I get the just of what Taylor's friends are like. Bitchy and gorgeous. 

  Saturday went but quicker than I expected. I spent the whole day out again, just roaming the city. People didn't really notice me, just as I didn't notice them.

It was a gorgeous sunny day so I went to the beach, by myself. Wasn't as enjoyable as it would have been back at home, but it'll do for now. The sand isn't as soft between my toes, and the water isn't as clear, yet it isn't bad.  

I saw Niall again. I'm not quite sure if her saw me, but I saw him having a game of volleyball and having a swim with a few of his mates. They all have a similar style: Tattoos, Piercings, and were fit. All attractive. There was a brunette that had warm brown eyes and short hair, he had a nice smile, and looked really friendly, yet he had that strong, bullet-proof looking appearance. His other friend had black hair, and dark honey coloured eyes. He had a few more tattoos compared to the others and more piercings, yet they suited him. He looked the most badass out of all three of them. I can't recall how long I was staring at them for, but they eventually left. So I spent the day working on my tan, as it was fading.

The night was quick, Taylor being out all night with friends, Rose and Dad went out for a dinner date, so I was left the whole house to myself. It wasn't the best night. I watched movies and caught up on tv shows as well as raid the pantry. I went to bed pretty early so I could be up fresh the next day.   

So, now here I am. All packed and ready to go. I have all my clothes, the stuff I bought on friday, and the key. Standing in the driveway waiting for Dad to come out of the house. He always had to say good-bye to Rose, which was sweet, but when you're in a hurry, it's a bit annoying.   

"Dad, hurry up! I'll catch the bus if you're not out in a minute!" I yell into the house, smirking at the fact I could hear his footsteps come speeding down the flights of stairs.   

"I'm here. I'm here. No need for a bus when you have me," he laughed and helped put my suitcase into the back of the car. "All set? Got everything?" he questioned, asking for confirmation.  

"Sir, yes sir," I reply as we pull out of the driveway.

"Have you met anyone in the past few days? Apart from Taylor and her rude friend," he mumbles the last part. I laugh and nod.  

"You don't like her either?" 

  "Nah, she's a bitchy-ass moody girl. Her parents have no control over that girl, I swear," he shakes his head in disappointment.  

  "I agree." He cranks up the music, and speaks again.

"So, who have you met?"

"Just a guy named Niall. He helped me with directions the other day while handing in my paper work. He seems nice, rough appearance, but really sweet," he nods his head, as if he knows who he is. "You know him?" I raise an eyebrow.

"Yeah, I think he came around to the house last semester with a few other boys looking for Taylor." Of course. He's friends with her.

"Oh, okay."