Homecoming [Harry Styles] *NEW*

7

"You're in a sorority? That's crazy! You don't come off as one of those girls..."

Zayn tapped the end of his pencil on his chin. He still had bits of splattered paint on him from when the kid on the oter side of him knocked over a jar. Everything was nice: just being able to draw and work on a project calmed me down. I smiled and couldn't hold in my laugher.

"One of those girls? You make us sound like a different species." I questioned as I sketched a few more lines.

"Yeah, you know? The slutty stereotype girls who only drink and party. You don't seem like that kind of girl at all. You're much cooler," he said, emphasizing the last part like a middle school boy.

I shook my head as I fixed the shading on one of my drawings. "Nah, I'm not too much of a drinker, but I like a good party. You should come to one sometime."

He scrunched up his nose and shook his head, which made me laugh. Pulling my hair into a ponytail, I started gathering my things. Class was almost over already- time seemed to just fly by here. I was going to get lunch with Camila this afternoon and I needed to catch up on homework in some of my other classes this later today.

We were dismissed from class. Zayn grabbed his black backpack and we walked out the door and toward the parking lot. The weather was getting prettier as the days went by. Zayn coughed in what seemed to be an attempt to grab my attention. I stopped and twirled to face him in my boots. His eyebrows furrowed together like he was trying to find the right words to say.

"I hope this isn't weird, but would you like to grab dinner with me tomorrow night?" 

I couldn't help the smile from forming on my lips. I opened my mouth to respond, but before I could say anything, I was interupted by an approaching figure.

"Hey babe," Harry said as he swung his arm around my waist and kissed the side of my head, leaving me horrified. His dark sunglasses rested on his face and his curly brown hair was pulled back into a headband.

I could tell that Zayn was very confused by the sight before him. I squirmed out of Harry's grip.

"Don't call me that and don't kiss me again," I snapped at him before turning to Zayn. "He's not my boyfriend, and I'd love to."

Zayn seemed to relax as a smile formed on his full lips. He looked over at Harry, then back to me. This had just gone from perfectly conversational to awkward as hell.

"Cool, I'll pick you up tomorrow night then." I waved goodbye to him. He pushed up his sleeves as he walked away and I caught a glimpse of the tattoos completely covering his arms...

Harry let out a slow whistle beside me. "Wow, what a tool... I thought you weren't the kind of girl who liked tattoos, hmm?" He had a sly smirk on his face as he teased me. 

"I don't like guys like you," I spat back and started walking away. I could still hear him walking closely behind me.

"What do you want, Harry?" I asked, still not making eye contact with him. 

"Take me home," he whined. He stopped by my car and I turned to face him.

"That's the second time this week, and the first time didn't go so well for me. Don't you have a car of your own? Or a bus pass? Or, I don't know, legs?"

He just laughed and stepped closer to me. I didn't have anywhere to move back since I was already leaning up against the car. I could feel his breath on my skin as my eyes dashed across the parking lot to see if anybody was watching us. 

"I do have a car, but it's in the shop getting repaired. I'm going to pick it up this afternoon." He leaned in closer to me and I pressed my lips into a thin line. "Please?" He whispered breathlessly into my ear.