Away (Harry Styles fanfic)

Chapter 6

Today's Monday. First day of college.

Fuck.

I roll out of bed as I attempt to stop the annoying sound coming from my alarm clock. Alex is still passed out on her bed, exactly how I found her when I returned last night from my Father's house. I know I arrived late, and I feel bad because I never got to really talk to Alex properly. 

I jump into the hot shower, feeling the steam and warmth relax my body. I'm so nervous, it's ridiculous. I have no friends here, that are going to be taking classes today. I have the worst classes first chemistry and english, followed by health and p.e. Which mean's i'll see Taylor, all her friends, and the 'Harry Stayles' everyone seems to be talking about. 

I wrap the big, cuddly towel around my smallish frame and dry my hair roughly with my hairdryer. What am I even going to wear today? It's hot, and sunny. It's not formal, yet it may be different fromw what college in Australia would be like - actually, i know it'll  be loads different. I move slowly back into the bedroom, trying not to wake Alex, I shuffle and throw things out of my closet and draws. I finally come to the decision of ripped denim shorts, and a bright, neon orange tank, that matches my black converse. 

"Steph? Is that you?" i hear Alex croak from under the covers. 

"Yeah, sorry if I woke you." I whisper back

"Whoah. You look hot! Love the shorts, they really show off your legs." She sounds impressed as she un raveles herself from her bed. 

"Is it too much?"

"No, no of course not! You wait till you see what some of the slutty girls wear. They fucking wear skirts half way up their asses, and crop tops that just cover their tits." She giggles, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand. 

"I better get going. See you after?" I question, I'd love to go for dinner, have a catch up, or get to know eachother. 

"Yeah, i'll see you later. Good luck for your frist day girly!" She cheers as she stumbles over to me, giving me a big hug.

"Thanks Alex." I wave as I make my way to class.

I walk through the school grounds that have hundreds of kids my age, some looking lost, but most catching up with friends from last semester. I feel as though I'm all alone. I've got no one. I feel mulitple pairs of eyes staring me down as I walk past groups of teenagers. I keep my head down, and pretend like I didn't notice them. 

I hear a familier voice call out someones name. Shit. Taylor runns up to a girl that was walking behind me I recieve glares from what I assume to be Taylor's group of friends. They all wear - like Alex described - short skater skirts, with mini crop tops and a ton of make up. Well, compared to my low key, natural look, they caked it on. 

"Ew, what is she wearing?"

"Who is she?"

"She's new."

"She's so tanned. What the fuck." 

I hear voices talk about me as I stroll past. I look up, to catch a glimpse of who's saying what but find myself tripping on a rock, and falling flat face on the ground.

Fan-fucking-tastic.

A burst of laughter comes from the group of girls as I try to pick up all my flying papers. This day couldn't get any worse. I feel a lump growing in my throat, as the papers are picked up by the wind and flying away towards the groups direction. I run after them, and pick up most of them, before a figure hands me the other papers that flew off in the distance. He is tanned, and I suddenly hear the girl's laughter stop and whisper something to eachother.