My Hot Professor (HarryStylesfanfic)

Curly-haired boy in blue shirt

  I didn't have much time to meet or greet as I had to go get my class schedules, locker number and map of the school which will help me get accustomed to Princeton and find my way around the school. I looked at the sheet of paper that had came in my acceptance package, that told me where to collect all the necessary documents. I entered the building labelled Princeton's  Auditorium-  this was where the paper said I could collect mys documents. I walked in and saw numerous other students lined up behind a desk and I assumed that they were collecting the same things like I was so I joined the line. The dark-haired girl in front of me spun around to face me startling me a bit,

She laughed," Hi I'm Demi, 20years old" she introduced with a huge genuine smile extending her hand.

"Hey the name's Selena, 20 years too." I replied returning her smile, shaking her hand and mimicking her bubbly tone. She laughed and held down her head causing her straight thick black hair to cascade over her face. Once she was finished laughing she held up her head,

"Sorry, I tend to be too excited sometimes," she said with a shy smile." But it doesn't hurt to be ecstatic at least I'll make new friends." she giggled.

"No its fine," I assured her " I like your fun personality , and your right you will make many friends," I smiled broadly like an idiot " I mean who wouldn't want to be friends with someone as fun as you?"

She let out a loud laugh causing people to look making me laugh as well. I liked Demi already she was cool. "Thanks" she said between her laughter "And you're super funny, mind if we hang out?"

I nodded , "Of course not."

We continued talking until we were at the front of the line. We got our documents and realized that we would be spending a lot time together since we shared almost every class. I was so lucky to have found and a person so cool and fun like Demi. At least I have a friend with me while I'm here. I actually feel that college will be fun even though I'll be away from my family.

"Are you boarding here?" Demi questions.

"No, actually I have an apartment nearby. That's where I'll be staying." I said feeling a bit sad as I remember my family. "Are you?" I asked with smile, trying to mask my hurt.

"Yup, I live in Washington so that couldn't work."

"Yea, I'm from California my parents bought me the apartment."

"Cool, well I have to go sort out my boarding reservations and which hall I'm staying on and other stupid stuff like that so see you in first period." She laughed before walking away.

"OK see ya"

I began walking down the crowded hallways in search of my locker. I had a lot of documents and books that I needed to get rid of. I began speed walking to find locker 209 when I bumped into a hard chest, causing my papers to fall from my hands and scatter all over the floor.

"Shit." I muttered to myself. I bent down and began gathering the papers.

"Oh shoot! Sorry I'm so sorry. I wasn't paying attention." I heard a deep Chesire accent say bending down to help me pick up the papers.

"Its fine," I half smiled not bothering to look up and see who it was, " Neither was I."

" But I should have been more careful," he said again this time sounding a little more sympathetic and sincere "Its just that I was in a rush and I wasn't looking."

I giggled as I stood up, " Its fine really, I to-" I stopped in the middle of my sentence as soon as I laid eyes on the tall boy standing over me- looked more like a man. He had bright emerald green eyes; they are so bright and radiant I thought to myself. He had dark brown curly hair which was swept to the right of his face slightly hanging over his eyes but not covering them completely. He wore a black formal pants and a blue dress shirt with the first button undone, revealing his toned tan chest and a chain with a cross pendant that rested on his chest. He had a jacket and briefcase in his hands which I found strange. I also found his dressing strange. He couldn't be a first year student I thought Maybe he's in his third or fourth year, maybe he's a business student; that explains why he's dressed like that.