Its Complicated

Chapter 2

The next morning I wake up to my blasting alarm clock behind me. As i turn my body around to turn it off I see someone on Hannah's bed. But it wasn't Hannah. It was Harry. Harry Styles? Why does he keep following me?

"Why are you here? How did you get in? Did Hannah let you in?" I say before I relize how much questions I just asked.

"So many questions, so little time."

Oh my god. Its almost seven thirty and my classes start at eight. I go to NYU. New York University. I major in English. Writing is my passion. I usually write love stories but I also sometimes write horror or mystery.

"So why are you here?" I ask after jumping out of my bed and making it neatly.

"You left your purse or pocket book or whatever this thing is in Niall's car." he says waving my handbag in the air. I literally jolt towards him and steal my handbag from his hand.

"Don't worry, I didn't look in it." he continues.

"Yea right."

"You don't believe me?" he asks curiously. Why would I? I don't even know him. I still don't know how he got in here. Hannah probably.

"I mean i don't even know you really." I respond after about five minutes of silence. Why does he think I could trust him? Whatever.

"You know what. Your right. Here take your stupid purse." he then throws my handbag on my bed with anger. Is he seriously angry? "Tell me when you can trust me." he storms out of the room and slams at the door to put the cherry on the top.

What the hell just fucking happened?

I forget about it and slide my skinny jeans over my thighs and I nearly fall straight on face to the floor but I catch my balance. I look for one of my favorite shirts and I can't find it. I look down and see our basket of laundry climbing up the wall. Hannah forgot to the laundry again. I just throw on a NYU sweatshirt.

When i get to my first class I find Liz and immetiately sit next to her. She then gets up and moves to another seat that is surrounded by other people. I really wanted to tell her about Harry and what happened in the last 24 hours. Is she seriously not over that stupid not even fight that we had.

Our professer interupts my thoughts saying to take out our textbooks to page 544. Work on the fist day of college? I can already tell im going to hate this class.

The rest of the day breezes by quickly. I grab my stuff and head outside to call a cab. My car isn't going to be fixed for at least a week. So here goes wasting money on a stupid cab. Then a black truck pulls up next to me. I would know that truck anyday. I climb in and see Zayn driving, Liam in the passenger seat and Harry and Louis in the back.

I am squished in between Harry and Louis in the back seat. They all stare at me mysteriously thinking of where they have seen me before. Then Louis gets it. Finally one of them remembers. Retards.

"Oh! You're the girl that came on stage and said that she isn't a fan. Aren't you lovely?" he asks and I just nod.

"And Harry hit you after that right?" Zayn says looking at me throught the rear view mirror. As he pulls out of his parking spot and starts driving.

"Yup."

"No scrathes or bruises?" Liam asks.

"Not really." I lied. I hade dozens of scratches all over. I have a big bruise on the side of my left thigh, a fractured elbow and a scratch right across my whole stomach. I just hide them. I didn't want anyone asking. I don't even have a cast for my elbow and I actually don't want one. It will just draw more attention.

"Where to?" Zayn asks clearly not knowing where he is going. He drove around my school about seven times.

"My place." Harry says before I can speak. His place? I look over at him. He still looks little angry from today. I want to apologize but then again what do I have to apologize for?

We pull up to a gigantic mansion and my mouth drops to the floor. I don't even know why I am so suprised. I mean he is part of the most famous boy band in the world. We both get out of the car and I walk to the passenger window to say thank you while Harry just walks away.

"Thanks again." I tell them.

"No problem. Here let me give you our numbers." Liam takes my phone and puts his, Louis's, and Zayn's number in it. I thank them for the thousanth time as they pull out of the driveway.

I walk up to the house, I mean mansion, the door i unlocked and Harry is plopped down on his couch watching t.v.

I sit on the couch opposite from him. He then rolls his eyes and moves to couch I'm on. As we watch Teen Wolf I could see that he is coming closer to me each second. I finally turn to look at him and he just smiles and focuses his eyes on the t.v. Why is he so happy? More improtantly, why was he being and asshole in the car? Only one way to find out.