Call Me Hopeless, But Not Romantic; h.styles

Chapter 7

By the look on Harry's face, I could tell he wasn't expecting that little outburst from me. Normally I would have reveled in the fact that I caught someone off guard but he got under my skin. I haven't even heard Harry speak but a handful of times and yet somehow he knew exactly what to say and how to look at me to irritate me.

Even though today has only been the first day of classes, I have been living in this dorm with Marina going on a week now and I still have trouble unlocking the door to the room. After finagling the keys in the lock for a good five minutes, I finally gave up. I sank down next to the door, leaning against the wall, with my knees drawn up to my chest. I let out an irritated groan and threw my keys at the wall across the hall, making a musical clatter. My head fell in defeat as I tried to recall how long Marina said it'd be until she comes home.

The faint sound of footsteps drew me out of my thoughts. I kept my head down, not wanting to see the disgusted, judgmental looks of the by passer. The footsteps continued in a wavering rhythm until they stopped right next to me. I opened my eyes but kept my head down, hoping the person who was causing the footsteps would just eventually leave. I could see a pair of old brown boots through the gap between my arm and thigh. Obviously the person standing to my right was a man; a woman wouldn't have had feet nearly that large.

I slowly lifted my head to see who it was standing next to me. My eyes scanned up long legs clothed in black jeans, leading to a torso covered by only a white tee shirt. My eyes stopped on the man's chest for a moment, appreciating the sight of tattoo outlines peeking through the thin material. There appeared to be two birds sitting under his collarbones with the tips of the wings showing where the neck of the shirt didn't cover. A large portion of skin, above his stomach, was covered in black ink, though I couldn't make out what the large blob was exactly.

"You've got to be fucking kidding me." I sighed in frustration after looking up the rest of the way, my eyes again falling on his familiar green eyes.

"Wow. You know... Stalking me is one thing. But now you're stalking Marina too? Really? What's your deal, Addie? Are you psychotic or something?" Harry asked.

"Whoa. You're actually serious, aren't you?" I laughed. "You actually thing I'm stalking you? Oh, Honey... I'm sorry to burst your little bubble but believe me, I have better things to do with my life than stalk a pretentious asshole like you." I had nothing left to say to Harry. I had had enough of him for one day and he clearly wasn't going to leave considering he was still standing here. I got up and started walking away.

"Oh, really? You mean like sitting outside of Marina's dorm room?" He shot back, thinking he would get the last laugh.

"God... Marina's my roommate, your moron." I called back and continued on my way.

After stepping outside I remembered I left my keys in the hall after throwing them. A small whine parted my lips as I thought of going back into the hall with Harry.

Hopefully he left after I did and is not in there anymore.

While walking back inside, I saw I was wrong. Harry was leaning against my door frame, his left shoulder pressed against the wood. The door was now open and he was whistling a nonchalant tune while spinning a set of keys around and around on his index finger. As I neared closer to him I realized they were my keys he was holding.

"Forget something, Princess?" Harry smirked as I approached him. I stuck my hand out, signaling that I wanted my keys back. He released them from his finger and they dropped into my palm.

I left Harry standing alone in the hall and walked in my room. Before I could shut my door completely Harry lodged his worn brown boot into the still slightly open space. I threw my head back, groaning, before reopening the door. "Move your foot, Harry." I demanded.

"Sure thing, sweet cheeks. But first I need to ask you to do something for me." He said and stepped out of the hall and into my dorm. I stepped back. Harry sure didn't understand the concept of personal space.

"Do you not know what personal space is?" I changed the subject. I didn't want to do anything for Harry, now or ever.

"Nope. Sure don't. Especially when it comes to pretty girls." Harry's cheeks flushed a slight pink and I watched as panic grew in his eyes, giving away the fact that didn't mean to say that.

"Whatever, Harry." I dismissed his little slip up. "Just ask what you're going to ask so you can finally leave."

"I need you to tell Marina when she gets back that I need her to call me. Alright? I was just going to wait outside of her room until Zayn dropped her off but I can tell you clearly don't want me here." He started fidgeting, indicating that he was starting to get nervous.

I didn't understand how he was able to go back and forth so quickly. One minute he was an arrogant asshole and the next he seemed almost vulnerable. "Ha. That's an understatement." I scoffed. He looked up at me with pain and confusion in his eyes. "But okay. Fine. I'll tell her. Now goodbye, Harry." I nudged him out the door by his chest. I kind of felt bad about being rude to him but I pushed my feelings of guilt aside.

"And hey, Addie!" I heard him call before I closed the door. "If you ever need lessons on how to open the door, I would be happy to give you some pointers." I peeked my head out the door and saw him walking backwards towards the door with a cheeky grin on his face. I shook my head and rolled my eyes before pulling my head back in my room.

And he's back...

I walked over to my bed, got in, and pulled my covers up to my chin, cuddling in. Today had been exhausting in literally every sense of the word.

Before drifting off into a listless nap I strangely found myself thinking of emerald eyes and chocolate curls.