Sweater Weather (A Harry Styles Fanfic)

Chapter 1

"I got a six string and I don't lip sync and I don't know why I don't have a record deal by now....."

"Hazelle? Could you bring your stuff down already? Your father and I are waiting," my mother shouted from the bottom of my steps.

Ugh. College move in day. It wouldn't be so bad, if it didn't suck so bad. I mean all these kids crying and like overly excited was not my thing. Like you'll see you parents again and like it's college not like seeing a hot guy like no. 

So basically, I wasn't having it today. Like anything. I grabbed the last of my stuff and gave it to my mom to toss into the car and I ran quickly upstairs to get dressed and "say my goodbyes" as my mom called it.

I wasn't sure what to wear so I picked out my long black maxi skirt and threw on a Brandy Melville top (like the one with the lunar cycle on it or whatever). I put my hair in a lose fishtale braid and slipped on some black flippy floppies. So college ready.

I looked in the mirror and sighed. Not a perfect body to say the least. A bit chubby but not terrible. Round-ish face with huge hazel eyes and long lashes. I always loved that my parents named me Hazelle and I sported hazel eyes. Super clever and such. Anyways, I pursed my too small lips. Techinically, they alined with my face properly but they were too small. 

I wiggled my face a bit  and thought my make-up was killer today because I looked pretty good. Not concieted just fresh to death.

"Haze? It's time to go," my mother beckoned my doom, and good lord did I hate being called 'Haze.'

I tromped down the steps and down I carried with my guitar and laptop and purse and other junk. As I looked down, I saw my mom, dad, sister, and brother waiting for me. This was like prom or something. I made a confused/angry face at my dad as he took flash photography of my walking down the steps. Like enough, Dad.

"Ugh, like enough, Dad! Seriously," I tapped my foot agitated.

"Honey, you only go to college once! We need these sweet memories!" my dad pleaded.

"Um, no...." I trailed off as they continued to torture me.

"Hazelle?" my younger sister, Heather asked.

"Yes?"

"Why aren't you excited for college? I'm like ready to go now and I still have three more years."

"It's just me. I'm not about that life."

"Hipster," my brother, Henry.

"I am not a hipster, stupid," I complained. If you noticed the trend in my family, everyone had H names. And to top if off our last name was Harrison.

So the family tree was all like:

Harold Harrison (my dad) married Hally Haddox and had me (Hazelle Harrison), then my brother Henry Harrison (he's 17) and finally my sister, Heather Harrison (she's 15). It was a vicious cycle.

Anyways we all got in the car and drove to the college of my choice. It was far enough away that my parents would think twice before making a trip and far enough that I was on my own. Amen. And it was a top college and all that. Ivy league. I won't tell you which one because I don't want you to judge me with all that #richkidswag. 

Finally we arrived on the campus with all the crying and overly excited kids. I knew it. Like its college nothing special. More school that's all. ANYWAYS we found my dorm and since I really could care less I got a random room mate. Turns out I should have picked my own. 

This girl 1.) was crying in her parents arms, 2.) had pictures of Justin Bieber hanging on her walls, and 3.) had Nutellla. So basically I hated her in 2 seconds. Haha yeah. 

Story time: One time I made out with Justin Bieber. So my family wanted to visit Canada for some reason so I brought my then boyfriend with me. So we got like drunk at some club and I was like mad at him and I met Justin Bieber and he was like drunk too. SO then we just made out. It was good but like then my boyfriend broke up with me. Haha I didn't like him anyway. Like yeah. It's a true story. I don't care if you believe me or not. Doesn't matter to me.

Back to my Bieber loving roommate. Her name was Jessia but went by Jessi. Not a 'y' or and 'ie' just an 'i'. Mmkay for her then. So she was actually that over nice girl with the Bieber obsession. Typical white girl. I guess I was the typical white girl. I guess all white girls are the typical white girl since they are white. All white people are typical white people. If there's anything I hate, it's rascism. Like no. Why does skin color define you? It shouldn't. Other matters are ,well, a different story.

Anyway back to college life.Lol I get off track a lot. 

So. Guess. What. I got to decorate my room. Yippeeee (SARCASTIC).

I put the white sheets on my bed and the pink vintage floral comforter on top of the sheets. I threw some pillows on and a solid light pink blanket on top and called it done. I reached into the brown box of crap I brought with me. Hazelle Harrison crap toter. Hazelle Harrison royal tart toter. Lol. (Adventure Time referenece for all you turkeys). 

Okay so back to the crap box. I put it on my bed and dug through it. I really didn't remember what I tossed into it.. On the top was junk for my desk and the bottom was like photos and memories. And I set it aside and sighed. Life's memories. So I was done with the room situtation so I decided to check the campus out some more because I would be stuck here for a while (like four years lol).

"Um, Jessi? Yeah I'm going to go explore now so um bye." It was just awkward.

"Okay! Omg tell me about it when you get back!!" she shrilled. Ugh.

"Yep." Didn't plan on it.

So I walked outside the girls wing of dorms and when outside into the still summery air. It was September but still extremely warm. Nice though. Eventually I had enough of the outdoors and circled back into the building I came. At least I thought. Since I am and always will be directionally challenged, I walked into the wrong building. Of course Idid not turn around, OH NO! I kept walking not knowing where I was going. Super smart. As always.

Using context clues, I figured I was in some music wing of the school which I was pleased by greatly. So there I was casually strolling in the music wing when I here music. Duh Hazelle. It's a music wing. But it was only one room with music seeping out from under the door.

I walked closer and peered through the window. With his back turned towards me, the boy curly hair sat with a guitar in his hands and a music stand in front with sheet music. He played so well. Then he starting singing. Heaven.

 He was singing and playing guitar and it was so good and he had to be a music major which would please me I  could be a music major and ugh. 

And just being me, I ruined the moment. Somehow and leaned to far into the door causing it to loudly jolt with my body wait crumpling against it. I cursed under my breath and looked in the window as the boy turned around. And what I saw killed me.

He was so good looking. Like think of the hottest guy you know then multiply him by 1000 and he still wouldn't look like this boy. He was a creation of the gods. Ugh. Seriously.

He furrowed his brow at the horrid sight of me clinging to a door with a stupid expression on my face.

I finally opened the door and blushed. 

"Hi, I'm Hazelle Harrison." Somehow that was the only thing I could think of to say.

"I'm Harry Styles." the beautiful boy said in a strangly dead tone.

"Sorry I didn't mean to listen in....I'm lying I totally meant to. Like not creepily just curiously. Sorry."

"No it's fine." 

"Wanna get coffee?" I asked. I think there was coffee on campus. "So I can properly apologize for harassing you."

"Sure that sounds great." he smiled with his monotone voice that was kinda sexy for some reason.

"Are you British?" I giggled. Giggling is like so not in. That's childish.

"Yeah" he laughed and then I had coffee with a real life Greek god of a boy named Harry Styles.