Breathless

One

"Are you sure you are comfortable with living on campus?" My mom asked as we pulled into the parking lot of the girls dorms.

"Yes, I'm sure. You guys don't have to worry, i'll be fine." The ends of my lips curled up, forming a half smile.

I needed to live on campus. I needed to be independent again.
The past was in the past, and now I have to learn how to not live in fear again.

Once we got out of the car, my dad walked to the back and opened the trunk. It was full of all the crap I thought would be necessary to have living in a dorm.

"Whats your room number again, Syd?" My dad asked, searching for the door to the building.

"Room 301, it's on the third floor."

"Yikes.." He said looking at the trunk. "..lets just hope there is an elevator."

We soon found out that there wasn't an elevator.
Three flights of stairs later, we finally made it to the room.

When I opened the door, it was clear that my roommate had already been in here. What I guess she claimed was 'her side' was already decorated with pictures, decorative pillows, and other colorful accessories.

I turned around at the sound of a foreign voice.
"Hello?" It was a girl with brown layered hair, that was parted in the middle. She was pretty for sure, and she had one of the biggest smiles I've ever seen. "Are you my roommate?!" She asked as her voice went up in the end, in an excited manner.

"Yeah, I think so" I smiled and she wasted no time pulling me in for a hug.

I looked over her shoulder at my parents who were standing their with big smiles on their faces. It looked like my mom was going to cry.

"So did you just get here?" She asks pulling away from the hug and looking at some of the unopened boxes on the floor.

"Yeah, we need to finish bringing up my stuff." I started to walk around her but she stopped me with her hand.

"I can get my friends to help us!" She pulled out her phone from her back pocket and started typing.

A split second later and her head shot up, looking at my parents.
"They said they would help!" She squealed. Great, she is the type of person that has a lot of energy. I sarcastically thought to myself.

"Oh, I'm so sorry..my name's Trisha, but everyone calls be Trish."

"I'm Sydney, but you can call me Syd."

She gave me a thumbs up."Syd it is!"
Just then, a knock was at the already opened door--Trish's friends.

Four boys stood there, all displaying a different and signature look.

"Hey guys, where is Zayn?" Trish asked.

"He's asleep and we couldn't wake him up." The one with the blonde hair said. His voice had an accent too. Different from Trishs, but still an accent. I think it was Irish.

As they helped us carry my belongings up the stairs, I started to learn each of their names.

The one with the blonde hair, his name was Niall, and he was in fact Irish.
Then there was Louis, the guy with shaggy brown hair. He seemed private, but nice.
Liam was the one with short brown flipped up hair. He seemed very personable. He was the one who was talking to me the most.
Then there was Harry, who hasn't said one word to me this whole time. Being brave, I said hello to him as we were climbing the stairs, but he just looked at me before continuing to walk up.

I made it back down to the car and saw there was only one box left. It was a big box, probably heavy too. Reaching in the trunk to grab it, a voice startled me.

"I'll get it." He stated, walking next to me and reaching into the trunk.

"No, it's okay." I said, wanting to prove myself. "I got it."

He just looked at me. His eye color was a popping bright green. He had on a maroon shirt that made them stand out even more, and black skinny jeans.
His hair was a messy tousle of brown curls and his lips were a perfect kind of rosy pink shade.

He leaned in a little closer, but not too close. His eyes slightly narrowed.
"I don't think you can handle it, babe." His voice was deep, and he too had an accent.

In fact, they all had accents.

Completely offended, I stood there just looking at him. He took the opportunity to grab the box and start walking away.

Before I could go after him, my parents came over to me.

"Okay, seems like you have everything under control." My dad says, looking around at the outside surroundings one last time.

"Yep." I looked at my mom, who had tears in her eyes. Oh god.

"I'm just so proud of you." She crys, pulling me in for a tight embrace. "I'm so happy of everything you've overcome, and that you got to this point."

"Thanks mom, I'm going to miss you--both." I said peering over my shoulder to my dad.

There was a moment of silence as my mom hugged me, and the only noises you could hear was quiet sniffles escaping her lips.
"Okay.." My mom said wiping her tears and stepping back. "I mapped it out and with no traffic, we are only an hour and forty minutes away, okay?" She smiled.

"So If you need anything, we could be here kind of quickly. Do not be afraid to call." My dad added.

"I will." I reassured, my eyes bouncing back and fourth in between the two of them. "I have to get back up there and start unpacking my stuff."

"Remember studies not buddies." My dad sang as he got into the car.
I knew when my dad said 'buddies' he meant 'boyfriends', and I was totally okay with that.

High school was for dating, college was for pursuing careers.

After watching them drive away, I went back upstairs to find my boxes being ripped open, and the boys pulling stuff out.

"Hey! What are you doing?" All of their heads quickly looked up at me.

"Oh, I told them to start opening the boxes and taking stuff out...." Trish hesitated, "so it was easier for you to put stuff away?" The last part sounded more like a question.

"Um..yeah that's fine. Sorry, I just don't like people touching my stuff." I said shyly.

"Noted." She said, "Sorry."

The silence was broken by the sound of someone ripping tape off a box, opening it. It was Harry.
The side of the box he was opening had 'CLOTHES' written on it.

When he opened it, a slight smirk creeped on his face.
Knowing exactly what box he had, I quickly ran over to him and closed it.

He looked up at me. "What's the matter? You don't want me to put away your panties?" He teased.

I could feel my cheeks heat up.

Instead of directly answering him, I turned around and made an announcement.
"Thank you guys for helping but I think I got it from here."

They nodded their heads and said their goodbyes...well, everyone but Harry who just walked out without looking back.

I threw my blonde hair up into a messy bun and began unpacking.

A/N: I hope you liked my first chapter of this story!
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