As I get out of the shower, the bathroom is filled with about six girls trying to get ready for classes. I run back to my room, to a sleeping Carmen. I quickly dry my hair and apply little makeup to my face, and finish it off by swiping eye liner along my eye.
I begin to walk across campus to my class, and it reminds me how much I need to get a car. I have all my licence requirements, but I need my own car. That also reminds me that I need a job. I will look for on-campus jobs and have a part time job for now. I mean, I'm in New York City... I haven't even toured the city yet! I will definitely have to.
"Hi Baby!" Emily says, as I open the door. I see her waving and she walks by me to rush to her class.
"Hey Em!" I call, but she is already out of my sight. I continue to walk down the hallway and I am already annoyed with the day.
Everybody pushing and rubbing against me battling to get through the halls are creating friction and heat, slowly giving me a headache. As I turn the corner to get to literature, a force throws me against the wall.
"Listen here, princess." I hear, and I look up to see Zayn, pale and clearly searching for a new high. I shiver at his rough touch. As she looks at his arms, she notices the scars and marks of what seemed to be needles. "Your fucking lover owes me money, and if I don't get it... i'm coming for you." He says, and shoves me back again, causing my head to bounce of the concrete wall. I feel suddenly dizzy and nauseous.
"Who are you even talking about?" I say, looking at my feet, and back up at the scary man. He grips my college sweater tighter, and once again shoves me into the wall, allowing my head to bounce off the wall like a basketball in a high school gym. I begin to feel like I am going to faint. He inches closer and I can feel his rapid breath on my face.
"Don't play dumb with me... tell Harry he owes me money or i'm coming for you." He says, and I quickly nod, scared out of my mind. He shoves me back into the wall and walks away, and with that I slowly sink to the floor. My head is spinning and my heart is pounding. I try to stand but my knees are weak, and I begin to feel tears welling up inside me. I am utterly terrified, and I begin to search for Harry. I look everywhere, as people walk in, with no sign of him.
"Baby... why are you on the floor?!" The familiar accent booms to me, and with that he lifts me and I begin to sob into his arms. Instead of going to literature,he picks me up bridal style and walks me through the hall. My face is burried into his swallow tattoos. As I pull away from him, I view my surroundings. We are in an empty dark classroom, and he is standing in between my legs as I sit on a desk. "Tell me what happend." He says angrily.
"Zayn hurt me..." I say, and before I can continue, he is throwing a desk on the ground, and kicking chairs. "HARRY!" I scream, and he stops dead in his tracks. He slowly walks back to me, raking his hands through his hair.
"Did he give you a reason why?" He says, through his gritted teeth. "I could have stopped this, I could have helped you." His voice rises and I place my hands on his arms to calm him down.
"Well..." I say. "He said you owed him money."
"Fuck." He breathes, and he rubs his hand on his temples. "If he ever fucking touches you again i'm going to fucking murder him." He growls, and I hold his hand.
"Harry its oka-"
"NO IT'S NOT?!" he booms, and I jump at his loud words. He gives me a guilty look, and I find interest in my toes dangling off the desk. He takes a step towards me, and lifts my chin up with his index and thumb. "I promise he will never hurt you again, and I promise I will never put you in a position like that again. Baby fuck i'm so sorry." He mumbles, and I can't help but smile.
"Why do you owe him money though?" I ask, and he turns his head, looking at the empty desks around us. A chill runs through my spine knowing we're alone in a classroom.
"Honestly Baby, it's nothing important, he shouldn't have touched you." He says, and I don't push him further. He steps even closer to me and my heart begins to pound rapidly. He places his large hands on each of my thighs, and spreads them, stepping back in between them inching from my face.
"Somebody is going to come in!" I say, but he interrupts me by pressing his lips against my neck, letting a soft moan escape my mouth. My heart is racing from anticipation of weather or not somebody is going to walk in, and Harry's affect on me. He bites down on my skin, and my hands fly up to grip his hair, causing him to moan into my neck.
"Baby... I want to fuck you here and now." He groans, and my stomach tightens as the words escape his lips. "Please." He begs, kissing my lips forcefully. I gladly kiss him back, but shake my head. I can not lose my virginity to some boy I just met.
"I'm not ready." I say shyly, feeling embarrassed. He pulls away, and looks down at me.
"Don't be embarrassed Baby. It's fine." He says, leaning down to kiss me once more. "I just think you're so sexy." He smirks, and I blush at his dirty mouth.
"What are you doing after class?" I ask, and he shrugs.
"I don't do anything usually, why?" He asks, and I look at the ground, nervous to what I'm about to say next.
"Well I was just wondering if you wanted to hang out or something? But it's okay if you don't want to.."
"Yes. I do." He interrupts, and I smile. I'm happy we're spending time together, because he is actually a very kind guy, not just a stoner.
"Okay, well I'll text you." I mumble, and he smiles and helps me off the desk. It's like the previous events haven't even happened. I sigh, and we both walk out the class without a word. I decide to go home, this time without him walking me to class. He ran off somewhere and I walked to my dorm to grab my dance outfit.
"Looking good!" Niall says, catching up to me in the gym hall. I greet him with a smile, and he is already in gym shorts and a t shirt to cover himself.
"You're not so bad yourself." I say, nudging his side. He smiles and pushes his glasses up his face. I love his glasses, they suit him well.
I spend the rest of the class dancing, and working my bum off doing the jive. Niall is amazing and keeps up very well, and I feel as though in not a good enough partner for him.
"I really am not good enough for you!" I say, trying to keep up. He slows down and mumbles something. "What?" I say.
"I could say the same thing." He whispers, and I can't help but feel a pain of guilt creep up myself.
