Strong

Chapter 1

[Harry]



I walked down the hall, people giving me judgmental stares along the way. I rolled my eyes at one girl in particular who looked me up and down, from my boots to my slicked back curls.

I strode right past her and into my class. I found an empty seat near the back of the classroom and slammed my textbooks onto the desk. Surprisingly, I showed up early.



I wonder how my mum is doing as I snoozed in the chair. She seemed so sad when I told her I was going to the United States for college. I told her I would be back after this year and probably finish the rest of my education back in England, but she was still sad. Even my step dad Robin was upset. I don't really care for Robin, but as long as my mum is happy, whatever.



The bell rings and I didn't even notice all of the students that had already taken their seats.


"Hi! I'm Professor Robertson. I hope you will enjoy English this semester." the professor announced with a smile as big as that kid in the front row's fucking head. I didn't like her already. She was too damn preppy.


"Alright, I'm going to take role, if I say your name wrong, please correct me." she smiled.
I pretty much zoned out until I heard my name. "Harry Styles?" she called out. I raised my hand hastily. Everyone in the class turned back to look at me. They all held their stares, taking me into their eyes.


It's so annoying when people look at me like that. So what, I have a couple tattoos...okay a lot of tattoos, but that doesn't give them any damn reason to stare at me like I'm not fucking human.



"Louis Tomlinson?" Professor Robertson called as a boy stumbled into the door. All eyes were on him now.

His brown hair is messy on his head, but it works for him. He was out of breath, dropping one of his notebooks.
"And who are you?" Professor Robertson asked the boy. "Louis Tomlinson; sorry I'm late." he answered, panting a bit.


"Oh, just called your name, Louis!"
She pronounces it 'Lewis' even though he just clearly said 'Lou-ee' and it's driving me crazy.


She scanned the room and then turned to Louis. "Take a seat next to Jennifer." she instructed him. He nodded and walked past me to the seat next to a girl with jet black hair.


All the girls are staring at him and whispering and giggling. Louis looked around, wondering what all the chatter was about. He made eye contact with me and quickly looked away. Am I really that intimidating?


"Quiet down please, ladies." Professor Robertson scolds the giggling schoolgirls even though we are in fucking college.





**




I finish unpacking my boxes at my dorm and lie down on the bed. Today was longer than I expected and I am exhausted.


Suddenly, my dorm room swings open and a tall boy walks in. His arms contain some black ink, but not nearly as close to as much that is on my skin.

"Who are you?" I ask with annoyance as I sit up.

"I'm Liam. Who are you?"

"I meant why are you here?" I ask through clenched teeth, not answering his question until he answers mine.

"Chill man, I live here." he obnoxiously says. "Who are you again?"
"I'm Harry, smart ass." I answer rudely.
"Guess we're roommates." he says.
"Don't talk to me." I say.



He rolls his eyes at me and unpacks his things.



"Twat." he says under his breath


"Prick." I come back


"Manwhore."


Suddenly, the anger building inside me was very high. I suggest Liam back the fuck away because he is pissing me off and we have only known each other for what of five minutes.


"What did you just say?" I ask, my fists clenching.

"I said, you are a manwhore." he challenges with a smirk.


"You don't fucking know me."


"I know you well enough to say that you are a manwhore and a prick." he says.


I am fuming now, if he doesn't shut up, there will be problems. I take deep breaths to contain myself from fucking pounding Liam's face in.

Soon, I catch myself and speak in the calmest voice as possible.
"Listen, if we are going to be roommates, this is not going to work."


Liam rolls his eyes. "I guess you're right...we should start over." he admits.


"Alright...I'm Harry Styles." I say. This is awkward as fuck.

"And I'm hungry." Liam says cockily with a dumb grin on his face before putting his beanie on his head and walking out of the dorm.


Great, I've probably got just about the most annoying roommate of all time.






(A/N! I started a Larry fic, yaaay! I know this chapter is sorta short ahah, but If you like it please share it and vote and comment pleaaaseee (: I'm terrible with schedules, so I guess I'll post the next chapter when I'm ready!)