IMPERFECT // H.S.

chapter17

Bella's POV

*ring ring*

I am snatched from my dream state as I reach over to shut off my alarm clock.

"I will make your life living hell" is the first thing that comes to mind. Corrine's words keep playing over in my head. What is she going to do to me? What if she is bluffing and she won't do anything? I'm going to hope for the second option.

I need to get it all out of my head. I need to speak to Harry. I roll over to grab my phone, only to see Josie sitting on her bed, fully dressed.

"How on earth do you get up so early?" I question Josie, who has now looked up from her phone noticing me.

"The early bird gets the worm Bella," she smiles "but I think you've overslept we have 20 minutes to get to class," she adds now standing from her bed grabbing her books off the shelf.

"Shit, are you serious?" I question looking at my phone to see that I have 1 missed call and a text from Harry. I also have 3 calls from my mother and 1 from Niall. I disregard them quickly finding my alarm app.

"Damnit, I set it for 8:30 instead of 8:00," I say to myself, pinching the bridge of my nose. I rush over to my closet pulling out a pair of black leggings and a grey Nike hoodie. I pull my hair into a pony tail as I make my way to the bathroom. After brushing my teeth and splashing my face with water, I pull on my black tennis shoes on and head out the door.

I told Josie to leave since I'd be running late, so I'll be taking my own car this morning. After a drive that seems like it took hours i finally pull into a parking space. I'm now speed walking, close to running, to my first class.

It's finally the end of the day as I walk into my last class, seeing the beautiful creature known as Harry Styles. Thank god I still have five minutes to spare before class starts. I sneak over behind him, cupping my hands over his eyes.

"Guess who," I whisper into his ear, I crane my neck around to see a smile play across his lips.

"Let's see, a girl who doesn't return my calls," he laughs pulling my hands from over his eyes, turning to face me.

"I'm so sorry, I woke up late and I was asleep when you called," I frown, hoping he will accept my apology.

"I was drunk anyways, but I need to talk to you about something," he explains as the professor walks in, cutting him off, starting the class.

"Hold that thought," I laugh as I begin to take notes.

We are soon dismissed and Harry and I walk out to our usual path in the courtyard. My hand grazes over Harry's and he gently grabs it, interlacing our fingers.

"So what I was saying in class is...well... there is this festival this weekend back in Breckinridge and I wanted to see if you wanted to join me," he questions running his fingers through his hair, I find this small thing he does so appealing.

"Harry, whatever your middle name is, Styles!" I dramatically exclaim "are you asking me on a date?" I add placing my hand over my chest pretending to be surprised.

"With you, that would be dreadful," he teases poking my side and I squirm at his touch. Noticing I'm ticklish he begins to grab my sides as I try to wriggle from his grip.

"Harry stop!" I laugh "I'm dangerously ticklish," I add swatting his arm. Grabbing my arm he pulls me into his chest, he tilts my head up and places a tender kiss on my lips. I pull away looking back up at him.

"So when is this festival?" I question moving my hands to wrap him in my arms, taking in his scent.

"This weekend," he says into the top of my head, his voice muffled by hair.

"I'd be honored to go on a date with you Harry," I wink as he kisses my forehead.

"It's Edward by the way," he laughs.

"Huh?" I reply in confusion.

"My middle name, it's Edward," he explains. I love the name Edward. It's probably because I was obsessed with Twilight.

"It's lovely," I smile, pressing my lips against his again. Harry Edward Styles

Harry's POV

I wake up in a bush, surrounded by scotch bottles and leaves. I pull myself to my feet, my only will power of going to college is to see Bella. I walk inside to my room, pulling on a new black t-shirt and jeans and walk out the door for my long ass drive back to Fort Collins.

I finally reach the damn school after what feels like two fucking days of driving. All I wanna do is go to my last class to see Bella, who never returned my call may I add. As one o'clock rolls around I walk into my last class of the day taking my seat. Suddenly I feel someone come up behind me, covering my eyes.

"Guess who," exclaims a familiar voice, Bella. I decide to mess with her, as always.

"Let's see, a girl who doesn't return my calls," I tease pulling her hands away turning to look at her. Even wearing leggings, a hoodie, and no makeup this girl is beautiful.

"I'm so sorry, I woke up late and I was asleep when you called," she sighs.

"I was drunk anyways, but I need to talk to you about something," I explain when our professor walks in immediately starting the lesson.

"Hold that thought," she laughs as she begins to write down things this old dude says. I decide to follow what she does, as I attempt to take my own notes.

We are finally released from the hell hole of a class room. Bella and I make our way down the path where we always walk. Our hands touch and I grab hers into mine.

"So what I was saying in class is...well... there is this festival this weekend back in Breckinridge and I wanted to see if you wanted to join me," I explain hoping she agrees to go. A smile appears on her face, then she opens her mouth to speak.

"Harry, whatever your middle name is, Styles!" She teases, clutching her chest. "are you asking me on a date?" She continues, teasing me further.

"With you, that would be dreadful," I shoot back at her, as I begin to tickling her as she squirms away from me. I lift her lips to meet mine placing a small, tender kiss on the lips.

"So when is this festival?" She questions pulling away from the kiss, wrapping me in her arms. I rest my face on the top of her head.

"This weekend," I explain, still holding her in my arms.

"I'd be honored to go on a date with you Harry,"she smiles, as I place my lips on her forehead.

"It's Edward by the way," I say breaking the silence.

"Huh?" She questions, clearly confused. 

"My middle name, it's Edward," I shrug. I honestly hate my middle name, especially since my dad picked it.

"It's lovely," she smiles pushing her lips against mine once more

(Hey guys I'm so sorry it took so long for me to update! Like I said I just started back school and it makes it hard to update. Hope you still enjoy reading, and you don't mind that I'm still having to edit it myself lol. xx)