That Co-Worker [Harry Styles]

Chapter Seventy-Five

Chapter Seventy-Five

* H a r r y *

I zipped my pants up, swaying back and forth like always, and took a good look at myself in front of the mirror towards my inked body. The skin that Darcy has not yet witnessed, better yet, even forgotten about ever since we began going out. Either way, I think she'd find them horrid or something sinful to see. That only makes me afraid if she won't accept my skin like I am tempted to see hers.

My lips curled to the side, grabbing my phone off my bunk bed. Then typed:

Tea shop? xx

Sending it to Darcy with a big grin. Then without a minute flying by, she replied quickly- like always.

You completely read my mind<3

Then I replied with a big foolish grin:

Lets meet down at our tree in front of the Library.

I sent, quickly reacting to send a happy face since Darcy hates when I type so seriously.

Anyways, still shirtless, I slide my closet door open, searching for my white knitted sweatshirt. Yanking it of the rack, I threw it over my body.

"That it's bloody amazing." Said a raspy voice, sounding like roommate.

"What?" I turned when fixing downwards.

"I never knew you have that many tattoos!" He looked amazed, making me laugh.

"Bernard." I laughed, and turned to look at my simple 'me' outfit.

"Going to class?" He asks, shuffling his bed hair. "Mine isn't until an hour."

"Meeting up with my girlfriend." I smiled by just thinking of her. "Going to get some tea then off to class."

Bernard nodded, then scratched himself off towards the restroom. He was seriously a funny guy, always talking about his classes and what fun things they have studied during a physics class. Obviously, I'd get what he would talk about, since I am not as stupid, but the jokes he makes are so mathematically not funny or sometimes funny. It's only funny when he laughs, thinking that his joke actually got me. Sometimes.

I left walking down the hall out the exit of dormitory. Rushing towards the tree Darcy and I always hang out when we do not have class. While I walked, I saw people in their heavy back packs along with their big binders in their hands and noticed their independence just like I saw at Chicago University. Seriously, I am so sick of school, but I only came here for Darcy.

Out in the distance I saw her, in her new colored hair. Light brown with blonde faded half ways at the end. She always dressed so beautifully, making curious and jealous among all these perverted nerds.

"Baby." I whispered when I was close enough for her to hear. "How are you?"

She stole a quick kiss, like always, and answered, "Good, just been thinking about... well, working?"

We began to walk towards the tea shop, thinking whether to work or not.

"Mary, you know we won't be magically accepted to a job we both want to be in. Only one of us can get lucky for an interview." I replied, entwining my hand with hers.

"But we will both have a job, perhaps not the same one, and maybe, who knows? We can get lucky, Harry." She stepped I front of me and threw her hands around me. "Come on." She pouted. "It can be here, the city is only walking distance." She points out in the Cambridge village.

"Mary." I groaned. "Fine."

Darcy stepped to the side, clapping happily. Many people wished they didn't work but there is Darcy who loves it?