Wasted Knowledge - A Harry Styles Fan Fiction

Chapter 8

“Jasmine this is Liam. And it’s not what you think it is. I met him in my photography class and it turns out we are studying the same things. I said he could come over and have dinner with us. Since I can’t be fucked having shitty cafeteria food I’m going to order Chinese. By the way Liam’s mate Harry is coming over is that okay?” Harry. No. Not him. “Paige can I speak to you outside?” Why would she ask Harry over? Seriously. “Paige not Harry  that’s the guy from the showers and well. He hates me and I hate him. He’s cruel to me and I don’t feel comfortable with him being here.” “Oh... Liam said he isn’t that bad. Please can we just try this because Liam is such a lovely guy. I think he likes me and well I like him.” I want to be there for Paige. I’m happy she’s found someone lovely. But why did he have to bring a friend. “He only asked Harry because I told him that you shared a room with me and it would be awkward if it was just him and me.” “UGH its fine. Harry says anything rude to me he’s out.” I’m going to do this for Paige because I know she would do it for me. Plus Liam looked nice. He had tattoos but not a lot. He hand sand brown hair and his eyes were brown. He had small hair stubble on his chin and on his top lip. He was okay. I mean for Paige not me. “So you must be Jasmine?” Liam stood from Paige’s bed and walked over to me. He smelt of alcohol. He grabbed my hand and shook it. “Yeah that’s me. I’m Jasmine.” “Nice to meet you. I’m so glad you’re nice. Sometimes hot girls’ room mates are bitches.” Paige’s face lit up. He said she was hot. They are probably going to kiss tonight. Right in front of me. After dinner I’m going to do some homework. Make sure everything I learnt today is up to date. Knocking came from the door. I snapped out of my thoughts and swallowed. This was probably Harry.

Paige ran over and opened the door. It was Harry. He looked sexy. He had tight skinny black jeans on, his hair pushed back with a bandana wrapped around his forehead and a blue button up shirt. It wasn’t fully button up. His chest was all exposed. I couldn’t stop staring. Our eyes finally locked and I quickly turned away. I know he knew I was staring at me. “Hey man. Thanks for coming.” Harry walked over to Liam and sat on Paige’s bed next to him. He had a brown bag and it looked like it had some sort of bottle in it. He pulled the bottle from the bag and it was alcohol. Why did they have to bring it to our room? If we got caught its not my fault. “Would you like some Jasmine?” Harry winked at me. I just shook my head. Harry was already drunk because his accent was thicker. And when he spoke he was spitting. I waited on my chair for the Chinese to come. I wish it would hurry up so Harry could eat and leave.

It finally came. Paige sat on her bed in between Liam’s lap and they both ate together and I know Liam was kissing her on the cheek. Harry sat on my bed laughing at shit he was looking up on YouTube. I just sat and stared at my wall. I had nothing to do. After watching Liam and Paige for 45 minutes Paige stood up and walked over towards me and leant down to speak to me. “Liam has asked me to go back to his room with him. I think I’m going to go with him.” “Oh.” That’s all I could say. Is Paige stupid? I think so. I mean Liam is lovely and everything but she only has just met him. I think she’s going a bit too far. Well. That’s her problem not mine. She can go and be like that. I looked over at the clock and it was 8:30pm. Shit. I am now really tired and need sleep. Harry walked over to our toilet and went in there. I went over to my bed and found crumbs everywhere from him. Far out his annoying. I looked over to the door and Paige was holding onto Liam’s hand and they ran out shutting the door behind them. Now I’m all by myself in a room with Harry. What made it worse was that he’s drunk. Drunken Harry. This cant be good. I quickly put my pajamas on and got into bed and turned the light off. Hoping that when Harry comes out of the toilet he would just walk over to the door and leave.