Optical [h.s fanfiction]

Chapter 7: Leather Jacket

A/N One quick comment. I just wanted to let you guys know that I am not familiar with the campus of Seattle university therefore I'm just using my imagination for the grounds and where it is located in the city.

Okay you may continue reading..

The walk back to the campus seemed like it was taking a century. I was only left with my thoughts and the honking of impatient drivers. My conscious got the best of me as I remember that I was suppose to wait for Jared. Why did I have to be such a screw up?

Now Niall must be confused and Harry. Harry. He hurt me and there is nothing else to it. His emotional state shouldn't be any of my concern.

A loud honk interrupted my thoughts and I looked over in the direction of the source. A taxi driver looked back at me with a wink. I just rolled my eyes at the pervert and continued walking until I finally made it to the campus.

I ignored all the questions that were reeling in my head like maybe I should have confronted Harry or the disgusting stranger who was unnamed. Should I have told Niall? Would Jared be mad at me and not want to talk to me ever again? Would Harry consider giving me his jacket?

And I had answers for all of those questions. I shouldn't have confronted Harry or the perv because confrontation is overrated and I will forever avoid people. Should I have told Niall? I think it's best if he doesn't know. He cares so much about this project and I can't ruin that. What about Jared? Well if I were him I would just continue making coffee. And for the last question, well considering Harry's great love for that beautiful jacket I think he'd rather keep it.

I reached 'the hole' and immediately entered after unlocking the door with a flick of my wrist while my hand held onto the doorknob.

Everything that was holding me down such as my backpack was thrown onto the ground. Grabbing a pillow I shoved it one to my face and scream as loud as my vocal chords would allow me.

My body fell back onto my mattress and I stared up at the ceiling pondering if I should start my assignments that were due tomorrow. I decided that the AM hours were for homework and I shut my eyes for a well deserved nap.

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The slam of the dorm door woke me up from nap. In walked Jordan who was still wearing her clothes from the party that was last night.

"Wow. Looks like you had some night" I said to her sitting up from my lying down position.

"Your eyes aren't deceiving you" She said and began to peel off her clothes.

"So, where ya been? Canada?"

"Ha, ha" She laughed sarcastically.

I returned a more realistic laugh, "Well you've never been out this long. So, Canada seemed like a relevant assumption"

"As much as I would have loved to escape to Canada with Tom I didn't. We just hung out in his dorm most of the day and went to lunch" She replied avoiding eye contact.

"Oh, you 'hung out'? Did you get dessert too?" I quirked my eyebrow.

"Shut up" She laughed and threw her dress directly towards my face.

"J GOT LAID" I shouted throwing the dress back in her direction.

She turned around with a shocked look and began to blush.

"It's written all of your face missy. I hope you were safe" I winked at her.

"Oh my god you sound like my mother" She said rolling her eyes.