Destroyed

Chapter 2

He felt a weight lift off his chest, he opened his eyes and blinked rapidly, adjusting the light. He can see Jenna smiling at him. He lifted himself up with his elbows and looked up at her.

"Good Morning. I think?" He chuckled. "Yes, it's morning. You kinda passed out when I came back yesterday." She laughed. Jenna sat back down onto the bed and gave Harry a kiss on the lips.

"I'm guessing I'm just not used to the time here just yet." He laughed. They looked into each others eyes as if they world around them disappeared. "You're so beautiful, Harry. I missed you so much." She leaned into him and took him in with full force. Harry didn't hesitate to kiss her back, roughly and passionately. Harry flips her over where he in on top and in-control. Harry lifts her shirt over her head and tosses it to the side of the room. Jenna pulls down his boxers and let his length roam free. Harry got up and quickly went to get a condom. He rolled it onto him and he forcefully yanked her panties down and pulled himself in. He thrusted slowly, received small moans from Jenna.

"Harry.. please." She moaned. "What do you want Jenna? Tell me." He said, thrusting slower and slower.

"I.. want you to.. go more." She breathes out, gasping for air. "Harry. I want more." She pants. Harry closes his eyes shut and thrusts faster and harder. Jenna grabs hold onto his arms and squeezed hard as if she's holding onto her life.

"Jenna.." Harry moans softly into her ear. He kissed her jaw and collarbones, leaving small love bites on her. Her soft moans gives Harry more encouragement to go more.

"Harry!" Jenna shouts loud. "Oh my god!" She whimpers. Harry thrusts harder and harder until he reaches his high. He pulls out and collapsed onto the small twin size bed, gathering air.

"I missed that." Jenna said, looking over at him. "Me too Jen. I missed feeling you." He smiled at her and kissed her forehead. 

"We should get cleaned up, we have classes soon." She said. "We just had sex, on the first day of school. We are mad people." She laughed and stood up to put on her shirt.

"Just crazy about each other, Jen." He comes up behind her and hugs her by her waist. "I'm crazy about you a lot more than you think..., and I'll go crazier if you don't get your bum to class! I checked your schedule and it says you got class in 15 minutes, so get going." She smacks him lightly on his strong chest. Harry chuckled and lets go of her to gets ready to get to class.

He barely knew his campus, where his classes were, where to eat. He was completely lost at this school. He thought he should of went to orientation, like Liam and Niall did. But got too busy having an away party for himself.

He spots a tall man in a suit, assuming he was a teacher or some sort, he walked up to him. "Hello, sorry for the bother, but do you know where this class is?" He pointed at the class number on his paper. "Ah, yes. It's in building B, 3rd story. You'll find your class there." The man said. "Thank you." Harry said, turning away. 

Eventually Harry found his class, and it would be his English class. He spotted a lot of people, talking non sense about girls and sex and something called 'getting high off their asses'. Harry shook his head at how American people are so disgusting and rude. He found a seat next to a boy with rusty black hair and loads of tattoos. 

"Hey." The black haired boy with the skull tattoo on his shoulder said to Harry. 'I'm Zayn. You are?"  Harry ignored him, looking away from him, deciding to change his seat or not. "I'm just trying to be friends here." Zayn said. Zayn is the type of person Harry's parents didn't want him to be friends with here at college. They fear he will end up like them, loads of tattoos, smoking pot, grades falling, and his life come crushing down because of the choices of friends he had made. Harry's parents insisted for him to stay at home and go to a private college, where his mum and dad would know what he would be up to and lead him in the right direction. 

But Harry didn't think Zayn was a bad person, just bad looks. Maybe Zayn wasn't as bad as he seems, it doesn't hurt to just be acquaintances with one another. "I'm Harry. Nice to meet you." Harry replied to him. "You're British too? Sick. I thought I was the only one here." Harry didn't even notice he was British, he accent seems a little different from most normal British accents. "What do you have after this class Harry?" Zayn asked him suddenly. "Not until night time." Harry replied to him, wishing he could of lied instead. "I got some spliff in my dorm, I could bring you over and we could get to know each other or something yeah?" Zayn whispered close to him. Harry wasn't excited about the whole spliff thing. Never in his life has ever been close to it, he merely even knows what it looks like or how it's done. "I don't know about that.." Harry shyly looked away. "Come on, you're probably new here and don't know shit about this school. I'm guessing you don't have much friends here anyway." Zayn said, sitting back onto his seat. Part of Harry's brain told him to stop being such a chicken and go for it and that he should stop being scared of the unknown. Do something rebel-like for a change.

"Okay. I will." Harry agreed, hopefully not regretting it.