Wasted Knowledge - A Harry Styles Fan Fiction

Chapter 7

* For people wondering what soccer is. In Australia we call football soccer! I don’t know why it’s different. Also I am so sorry the story got deleted. Some how wattpad just deleted it. Anyway for the people that read this thank you. I know I am very bad at this but I’m getting better. Plus it’s my very first story. The fan fiction “After” inspired me to write one. So thank you Anna. Please keep reading and tell your friends. ily x x x *

" Well well well look who it is." Harry’s pale green eyes looked my body up and down and I could see the smirk on his lips. Oh great. My first class at this university was stuck with Harry. So that means I’ll be with Harry every Monday morning at this time. Yay my life.  I decided to move to the front of the room to be as far away from him as possible. He was sitting at the back. I don’t even know why he is even here. He doesn’t look like he gives a crap about his education and future. I made my way to the front and sat next to a boy with dark hair. “Hi I’m Zayn.” His smile was bright and his teeth where white. “You can sit here with me if you want.” Yes please. Away from Harry. “I’m Jasmine by the way.” “Oh you’re the girl from Australia? I can tell by the accent.” “Yes I am.” I started to smile. Zayn was lovely. Even though he was covered in tattoos. He had no piercings, which was great. He looked normal. His eyes were brown and when he smiled creases of skin formed around his eyes. I liked him. He was just a nice person. And from being here I’ve only met two nice people. Zayn and Alex. “So what are you studying?” Zayn politely asked me. “I’m studying languages and English what about you?” “Oh nice. I want to become a high school English teacher. I will transfer into the teaching course next year. But for now I’m taking this English class to help me advance more.” See Zayn was a smart boy. He was worrying about what would happen in the future. The only thing that was bothering me about Zayn was I could smell the smell of cigarettes. “Why are you talking to Zayn?” a tall figure stood over me. It was Harry. “For your information Harry, we aren’t even friends. You’re rude to me. This is our first conversation ever.” I don’t think Harry expected that from me. I’m not like him. Nor will he ever be like me. We are two different people. That will never become friends. He’s annoying and smells like cigarettes too. If I’m going to be friends with Zayn then I will. Harry doesn’t have a say in any of this. Finally the university teacher walks in. He is short and stumpy. He has no hair and a small beard. “Hello class. My name is Stuart Henley. You can call me Mr Henley.” He grabbed out his books and began to speak. I grabbed out my books and started to write down everything he said because I wanted to make sure I was on top of everything. I turned and Harry had left me. Thank goodness. He sat right at the back at the classroom away from me.

It was finally the end of the lesson. Zayn followed me out of the door and we headed to have lunch. Guess who else followed…. Harry. We sat at a table and Zayn went and got some food. He was way too kind. He grabbed himself a hot dog and I just felt like wedges and sour cream so I had them. We spoke and Harry just sat there playing with his fork. I gave him a funny look but he just smirked at me. I don’t know why. He seriously annoys the hell out of me. After all my food was gone I got up said goodbye to Zayn and headed out the door. When I left Zayn left through another door and so did Harry. Would I be mad in the head to say maybe Zayn is rubbing off on me? He’s gorgeous. I started to get goose bumps. I was sort of daydreaming about what it would be like to be with a guy like Zayn. Stop it Jas. You’re not like this. And Zayn probably doesn’t even like you at all. I went over to the gym hall at the university to sign up for some type of sport to get into. Hopefully there was a soccer team for girls because when I was younger I played soccer. I loved it. I played for 10 years. As I walked in Harry was standing at the desk. Oh great. “What are you doing in here?” he asked me. I just kept walking because I don’t want to speak to him anymore. “I’d like to sign up for the ladies soccer team.” I told the lady at the desk. She smiled and said “sorry love we don’t have a team. We haven’t had one in 7 years. We have other classes you can take.” I was pretty disappointed but on her list she had a yoga class. This sounds perfect. “I’ll sign up for yoga.” Harry laughed. “Yoga is for pussys.” Stay calm Jas. Ignore him. The lady glared at him and I wrote my name down. I glanced over at Harry’s paper and it said soccer. Why was it fair to have a guy’s team and not a girls? Ugh. Shit. I’ve actually found something in common with Harry. I don’t want him to know. So I waited for him to leave the building so I could. I finally lost him and I was free. Today wash hectic. University life was draining. I still have jet lag. I need sleep. I finally made it to my room and unlocked the door to find Paige sitting on the edge of her bed with a guy. Who was this? Could my day get any worse?