frat house//h.s. au

11 a.m.

•Harry•

Harry's eyes opened slowly and he sat up, rubbing them. He checked the time on his phone, 11:02. He groaned and laid back down. He couldn't fall back asleep now, the wind pounding against the window was keeping him up. He groaned again and stood up. His head hurt, and he was freezing. He looked at himself in the mirror, then started to search for some pants.

When he was fully dressed, he looked in the mirror once more, fixing is long curly hair. But he soon gave up, not caring enough. He stopped before he turned the knob on his door, hearing whispers outside of it. He was confused why the boys were being so quiet. So he turned the knob and stepped out side to see two girls a few doors down.

"...can we please g-" the girl with reddish blond hair said the the brunette.

"Who are you." Harry snarled out. Harry was... rude. He was rude; and no one knew why. He had the reputation of a prick that sleeps around, and of course Harry couldn't care less.

"Jamie. And who put the stick up your ass?" The brunette snapped back. Harry was shocked at the girl's comment. He took a few steps closer the the girls and looked Jamie up and down before turning to the red head.

"And who are you?" His tone was snotty and he didn't care. Harry liked being an ass. He found it amusing when girls got all quiet and scared around him.

"Heather." The girl said. Harry looked at both the girls.

The door on the far end opened, and Alex stepped out. The three snapped their heads toward him. He gave them a look that said 'this is awkward and cringy' and the girls both started laughing. Harry was once again confused. He furrowed his eyebrows.

"What?" He asked genuinely curious. He didn't understand why the girls were laughing.

"Go look in his room." Jamie said, giggling once again.

Harry walked down the hall and peeked his head in the doorway. He examined Alex's bed befor seeing Hailee's face.

Oh my god. Harry thought, this was gold. Hailee was quite pushy and perky. It almost came off as desperation. Harry couldn't imagine what she's like with a few drinks in her. Harry turned to face the girls, who were still trying to calm their laughter down. He shook his head in disbelief and turned to head downstairs, an amused smirk plastered on his face.

He met everyone in the living room and he joined them on the couches, the girls trailing not to far behind. He wondered why the girls were still here and not back in their dorms; but he didn't want to say anything, to avoid awkward conversation.

"Guys, were going to be stuck together all day so, who's gonna make breakfast?" Parker said. His comment made no sense at all to Harry.

"What do you mean?" Harry asked.

"Roads are closed and this storm's not going to give up any time soon." Parker said back. Harry hadn't even noticed the storm, just heard the wind. He looked out the window and only saw white. This was one of the worst blizzards he's seen. Not that he's been here too long. His parents moved from England to New York two years ago, for his dad's job.

"Really, who's gonna make breakfast?" Alex asked. "I did it last weekend." All of the boys groaned in unison.

"We'll do it." Heather volunteered. Jamie groaned.

"Really, Heather?" She whined. Harry rolled his eyes.

"Yes now let's go." Heather pulled Jamie up.