stuck with you ➵ wroetostar

➵ Chapter 8

Ever since the whole, incident at the party, Harry has been avoiding his roommate the best he can. He can't be seen with him. He's only your roommate, Harry thought to himself.

Meanwhile Vikk has been doing the opposite. He's been trying to talk to Harry about what happened at the party but he keeps leaving the room. Vikk couldn't even get three words out before the blond left.

It is currently 7:50am on a Tuesday, and Harry's first class starts in 10 minutes. What was he doing? Sleeping.

Harry hears his alarm go off and quickly jumps out of bed realizing what time it is. "Shit. Shit. Shit." He grabs the nearest shirt and some pants. He puts on some Nike sneakers and runs over to the door. He opens it and runs quietly down the hallway, on the way he sees Vikk walking back from the showers.

He tries his best to stay close to the wall and look like he didn't notice.

Vikk sees him and tries to go over to talk to him but, once again Harry bolts away.

Vikk sighed. He didn't know what was wrong or why Harry was making such a deal out of the kiss. It was a small alcohol-induced mistake. It could have been worse.

He got in the room, slumped down on his bed and took out his phone. Sophie had texted him.

Sophie 💁🏾🖕🏿:
Have you talked to Harry yet?

Vikk responded with:
No, he keeps trying to run away from me.

He puts his phone back into pocket and sighs deeply. This was going to be a tough year.

Harry is still sprinting to get to his class because, he knows he'll be late. He found the class room and ran into it, basically jumping into his seat. He looked at his phone, only one minute to spare. He starts getting out his textbooks and notebooks and places them on his desk. "Hey Dinho," he turns to see the two Cals and JJ.

"Wassup man" Harry said.

"Why so late?" Cal, who usually went by the nickname: Lux, asked.

Harry sighed deeply, "I'm not late"

"The backwards shirt and singular sock tell me otherwise" Lux laughed. Harry just rolled his eyes. He was too tired to care.

Cal(freezy) took a seat on his desk, "Have you talked to that Vikk kid about the party?"

Harry knew that this question would come up, "No, I haven't."

Why was it such a big deal?

Freezy sighed, "You've been avoiding him haven't you?"

"What? No! Of course not!" Freezy gave him the 'really' look, Harry looked away. "Okay, maybe a little bit."

Harry just had to. He didn't want anyone to get the wrong idea with the two of them hanging out.

"And how much is a little bit?" JJ asked joining the conversation.

"Mr. Olatunji and Mr. Airey please go to your seats!" Their angry professor yelled. Someone needed a chill pill. There was approximately thirty seconds until they had to be seats.

Freezy got off of Harry's desk and sat in the one next to Harry. JJ went up one level and sat at the desk behind Harry. "We'll talk about this later." JJ whispered over to Harry.

Harry didn't respond and just listened to the lecture. Well, he didn't actually listen, it just looked like he was. He can't get Vikk off his mind. It's weird, he wants to avoid Vikk but, he also wants him for hims- Wait! He can't be...getting feelings for the boy, can he?  Sure, Vikk isn't bad looking and he isn't a complete boar, but he wasn't having feelings. He just wanted to be friends with his roommate. He's just worried about Vikk, that's all.

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Meanwhile with Vikk, he was no scheduled classes for him today, the same with Sophie, except for her personal voice lessons later. The two are currently in Vikk's dorm, sat on his bed. They passed a two litre bottle of coke between them. It would have been vodka, but Sophie didn't want to get drunk before her lessons. Vikk sighed, "Harry hasn't talked to me all day."

Sophie gave him a surprised look, "Why would you want him to talk to you? He played with your feelings."

"He was drunk."

"Drunk words are sober thoughts." Sophie said, pursing her lips. She kicked her feet a little bit.

Vikk looked at her, "Are you saying...Harry wanted to kiss me?" Vikk said, his face turning a bright red. Harry sure didn't act like he wanted the kiss to happen.

"I wasn't saying that." She turned to face him, leaning on her elbow. "You like him don't you. Cause I mean, you can tell me, I won't tell anyone. Except Allie who already called it but like I won't tell anyone else"

"I don't really know," he paused. Then he thought about the night at the party and was all of a sudden overwhelmed with anger. "No. I don't like Harry, he's a lost cause. Stupid"

"Okay." Sophie checked her watch, "Sorry I have to go meet Allie and Simon at the café. I'll talk to you later." She said getting up from Vikk's bed.

"Okay, bye."

"I mean, you can come with us if you want" Sophie offered, "You look lonely"

Vikk nodded and got up, "Might as well"

A/N
First off, THANK YOU FOR 300 FOLLOWERS!! And, thank you to Allie for helping me edit this chapter <3

-Sophie❤️❤️❤️