Stuck in Time

Chapter 2

As I walk back in, I think about the boy.

"Harry Styles is the name."

He said it fast, like he was in a hurry. He was new. How could everyone on campus know him? But then I think. Hard.

I recognize him, but where? Where in the world did I see him? He was British. And he-

What am I doing? I'm focusing on him when I should be focused on Kyle. Kyle. Kyle Kyle Kyle. Kyle Kyle Kyle Kyle Kyle Kyle Kyle Harry Styles. It always came back. To him. The mysterious, recognized boy. His feature was kinda hot. What's going on? I need to leave. Now.

I go to find Alana so we could leave. My thoughts were all stuck and I could just use a rest. As I run up the stairs I see Marisa. She should know where Alana was. I go into a tight corner and follow her footsteps. Problem was, it was so tight, coats right in front of my face, shoes just being waited for me to trip, so I had to listen close to find her. I would occasionally jump to see if she was still in front of me. Question:

Where was she going?

Eventually I end up in an empty hallway. I look to the left of me and to the right and no sign of her. But then I heard someone scream.

"Marisa!" I yell running toward the voice.

"UGH!" I hear.

"MARISA!" I scream at the top of my lungs.

I'm pacing back and forth to find her. I'm sweating and my thighs are getting tense so I am trying to at least jog. I shouldn't of had dinner.

"Ahhh!" Someone whimpers. I turn around and run the other way. I'm positive she's here.

"AHH..." The voice gets louder the closer I get to it. I reach for the door handle and realize it's locked. I grab on to it with all of my might and put my one leg on the door and pull. My hand lessens it's grip and I fall. I hit my head against the wall behind me.

My head was pounding like hell. I couldn't move. "Gwen!" Someone says. I looked to see the stranger was Harry. My heart was beating out of my chest when I looked to see him. Bonus: he remembered my name!!

"Harry. What are you-" before I could finish he whispers, "shh." And puts his hand out for me to reach. As I grab onto his hand, his hold tightens and hoists me up. He was a strong one.

When I get up our eyes meet and my heart stops. Hazel eyes meeting brown eyes. How magical. I could suddenly see his expression through his eyes. The eyes showed love. I just hoped he couldn't hear my heart beating. His face was as beautiful as the sunset, and his hair as wavy and curly like little tiny waves.

"What happened?" He says pulling me out of my thoughts. "I was trying to find my friend and then I heard screaming and I ended up here. Why are you still here? I mean like why didn't you leave? Like," ughhhh I'm screwed. "You think I left on the trolley?" He remarks. "Yes." I let out a big sigh. He starts laughing which makes me want to faint. His smile was that cute one the boys do. The half smile. Yeah.

I never knew how that little thing could turn me on. "Well, turns out trolleys stop trolling around at 8. So I came to find you to see if there is another transportation to take me about." He says still smiling.

I don't know what to feel. He's smiling and laughing and perfect. I shake my head out of my thoughts and I had to say something. To keep me from not being confused. "Why aren't you so shy? Like if boys ever talked to me, they are to shy to talk." I ask. "Now am I talking to much, love?" He giggles.

"Well, here's the thing. Either I'm drunk or you are just different." He says.

"Different? What kind of different?"

"A good kind."

He's doing it again. The half smile. That's what turning me on. I bit my lip whenever he says I'm the good kind.

"Well what's the 'good kind' like?"

"Cute. Funny. Helpful. I just met you and I think you are amazing."

I just smile at him and he smiles back, the whole thing was perfect until the door started to shake back and forth and I remembered, I was in the middle of finding Marisa. This was enough. I take a step toward the door and reach my hand out. I was halfway there until a strong, warm hand touched my soft, delicate skin. I turn my face to see Harry shaking his head.

"What?" I ask.

"You really want to see that?" He replies.

He shakes his head toward the door. That's when I realized what was happening. We both became quite and started to here noises.

Groans

Screams

And that was the sound of sex.

"Marisa would never do that though. She's such a great girl. And for all I know, she's still a virgin." I say breaking the silence.

"Would you like to go for a walk." He calls.

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I walk out of the frat party with Harry not even knowing Alana wasn't here.

It didn't matter. I wanted this moment to be ours.

"So, you like sports?" He says. I can tell he feels awkward. It's in his eyes.

"Don't play any." I reply.

"No sports?!" he screams.

"Shhhhh." I say.

"No sports?" He whispered.

"Haha. Yes sadly. I've always wanted to play something, but sports isn't my thing. School was a priority for me."

"Mmm. So you would like to learn to play something?" He smirks.

"Yea. Why?" I say.

"Would you care to meet me after school and I will teach you to play futbòl?"

Fireworks bursted inside of me. He was asking me on a date. I knew it. Not in his eyes but in his heart and words.

"Of course!" I say. I hug him tightly around his neck. I was just so happy. It took him awhile, but he then put his arms around me. I peek my head out and we again meet face to face. We look at each other for awhile. Just staring. What was best was that it wasn't awkward. I just stare into his eyes. And his stare into mine.

It's just

Perfect.

"I think this might be your stop." Harry said after a couple of seconds later.

I look back and see it's my part of campus.

"Yeah," we unhook from each other.

He takes my hand and a folded piece of paper touches the palm of my it.

"What's this?" I say taking the paper and holding it out in front of us

"Call me sometime." He says.

He then took both of my hands, pulled me in, and kissed my cheek.

"Goodnight love." He says.

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As I reach my room and go straight to the couch.

I fall back and let the couch catch me.

I felt weightless. Worry less. For once in my life, I felt free.

But it's until I realize, that I love Harry and

Kyle.