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J O U R N A L | 0.5

It was nearly 4:30 P/M when I had finished packing up my belongings all into one suitcase. Nora and I exchanged phone numbers before embracing, and bidding our goodbyes. Nora had left first, then I had followed suit ten minutes later.

I entered the cool, yet quiet corridor, shutting the room door behind me. I commenced walking down the corridor with my suitcase, contemplating on my next move. What would I do now? I have absolutely nowhere to stay as of right now.

I pulled out my phone so that I could tell Zayn what had happened, but it seems as if my phone wouldn't even turn on.

"Great, just what I needed." I muttered, casting my phone away in my pants pocket. "Where am I even going—" I suddenly felt my shoulder being roughly, jerked forward causing me to stumble slightly.

"Oh, shit! I'm so sorry about that. I really wasn't—Océane, fancy seeing you here." I looked up only to see a grinning Harry.

I simply returned the favor of his grin, replying, "Hi, Harry. What are you up to?"

"I'm just heading out. I'm quite tired." He explained, jutting his thumb out and gesturing towards the exit behind him. I saw Harry's gaze traveling downward, no doubt catching sight of my suitcase and bags.

"What? You don't stay in the dorms here?"

He shook his head. "Nope, I stay at my flat. Hey, why do you have your things all packed up? Are you like leaving here or something?" A tinge of disappointment was evident in his voice as he questioned me about my whereabouts. Although, I didn't entirely understand why he would be disappointed.

"No, of course not! You see, this dorm is going to be reconstructed on and administration sort of kicked my roommate and I out. They told us we could find new roommates, but I don't know who to room with." I explained.

"I'm sorry about that inconvenience." Harry had paused for a brief moment, seeming as if he was caught up in his thoughts. "If you wouldn't mind Océane, maybe we could be roommates."

I immediately responded by shaking my head, my eyes slightly widened at his courteous offer. "I don't want to be a nuisance, Harry—"

"No, you wouldn't be. My place is big enough for the two of us."

"But, I barely even know you." I pointed out, causing Harry to roll his eyes.

"Alright," he started. "how about we go to the nearest café and play a game of 21 questions? Then would you consider my offer?"

I hesitantly nodded, replying, "Okay, sounds fair and I don't know—maybe."

"Let's get going, shall we?"

I gave him a small smile. "Okay."

a/n: hi, guys

this chapter is really short, omg i'm sorry.

the journal parts or whatever are coming up shortly, so be excited hahah.

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