Falling For The Curls

9

Rosie's POV

Whilst me and Harry walked to class I had to try and make small talk.
Felicity ordered me to be nice or she will make me share a room with him; she has the power to.
Whatever I said made her even more determined to make me 'friends' with Harry.
It wasn't as bad as I thought though, it was fairly easy to make conversation.
Acting is something I was good at though.

As soon as Harry went through the door into class girls bombarded him.
Ignoring their squeals and immaturity, I sat myself down at the front.
Noticing Charlotte's notebook, I rotated around and saw her pestering Harry.
Fans seemed to endure such an onerous task to just get his autograph, I on the other hand wouldn't bother for just a scribble of writing.
Maybe I would at least try if it was someone out of 5SOS or The Script autographs' but never for One Direction.
Professor Matheson entered and the classes chattering lowered.
"Good morning. I assume you have realized we have a new student."
No shit.
Charlotte had eventually sat down."I have an assignment for you."
This was instantly followed by moans and sighs from the class."It is very exciting, actually. You will need to create short clip on all that we have discussed about World War Two and life in that period of time. Using your in depth knowledge you will need to create a reenactment of the scenario I give you. I will email you later today with the chosen scenario. You will need to complete this tasks in pairs. However before you jump up and choose, I have already decided who you are going to be partnered with."
Charlotte and many other people sank back in their seat.
Hoping I wasn't with someone I didn't like, I watched Professor Matheson intently.
"Charlotte and Jake."
"Fuck." She cursed quietly. Charlotte only ever swore when she was annoyed or frustrated.
I giggled at her frustration though.
"Ray and Penelope."
Several girls groaned as they weren't paired with Harry.
This was bad as there became a higher prospect of me being paired with him.
Nearly everyone in the class had been paired so I started to become a little worried.
"Harry."
I listened extra attentively. "And Rosie."
ARE YOU TAKING THE PISS?
Professor Matheson had been my favorite professor however my opinion of him had rapidly changed.
Completely infuriated, I slouched back in my seat.
Quickly glancing behind me to see Harry's reaction, I noticed many girls were glowering at me, even Penelope, who was my friend.
After Professor Matheson had finished reading out the pairings he began the lecture.

Towards the end of the lesson Charlotte began talking to me.
"Harry Styles tweeted and followed me."
"That's fascinating."
"But the tweet was really strange - sort of like something you would tweet."
"Well that's because I tweeted it."
"How- wait what! How did you get on his phone?"
"I asked to go on it."
"Just like that?"
"Just like that."

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The day went extremely slow.
Felicity caught me at lunch and made sure I was being polite to Harry.
I tried to reassure her that I was being welcoming.

As I sat down next to Sam and Charlotte, I caught a glimpse of Harry sitting on a table, surrounded by girls.
"Do you think he likes being annoyed all the time?" I asked Sam curiously.
"I wouldn't. I can't help feeling bad, he looks miserable." Sam said solemnly.
"I wish they wouldn't squeal. He thinks it's a massive turn off." Charlotte complained.
"You were squealing!" I pointed out.

"Do you want to go out into town tonight?" I asked Sam and Charlotte.
"I've got a Sociology Essay, sorry."
"What about you, Charlotte?"
"Oh Jake said he wanted to start that clip today - get it over with and all."
"Ah okay. I will just loner."

Finally when classes had finished for the day I headed for my room.
Sam had not arrived yet.
Tired, I laid down on my bed and slipped off my shoes.
I rubbed my eyes and as they adjusted, I noticed something black on the ceiling.
As it became more into focus I realized it was a massive spider.
Having arachnophobia, I shrieked and leapt out of my bed.
Grabbing my key incase the door shut, I quickly glanced over to the spider which was beginning to move.
I swung the door open and ran over to the opposite room.
Once I knocked I then remembered whose room this was, Harry's.
But it was the closest.
The door opened and he appeared in the doorway, slightly shocked to see me.
"There's a spider and well I hate spiders so do you think you could kill it."
"Er sure."
By his uncertainty, I thought he might of thought it would be about the assignment.
He followed me into my room.
As I opened the door, I moved over the threshold gingerly, looking in every direction for the beast.
"Hold on a sec." Harry said.
"Wait don't leave me." I pleased anxiously.
He ran back with a can of lynx."Good thinking."
"I'm just so smart." He said vainly.
Spotting the spider on the floor by my bed, I stepped back."It-it's there." I stammered, utterly petrified.
Harry moved cautiously towards it, I gripped his shoulders absentmindedly and followed.
It wasn't until we were alarmingly close to it that I realized what he was doing.
"Oh my gosh sorry." I apologized instantly removed my hands from his shoulders.
"Don't worry, your frightened. I have a massive phobia of snakes, I know how you feel."
We both bent down perceptibly and were in such close proximity to the spider.
I exchanged a nervous look with Harry and despite me disliking him, I was grateful that he was helping me.
"Thanks for this by the way."
Looking at him and smiling faintly.
"No problemo."
I chuckled and then turned my attention back to the spider."Okay I'm going to spray it and then stamp on it."
"Good luck."
It happened quickly.
He sprayed it and it began going wild, scuttling around uncontrollably.
Then Harry began stomping his foot all over the place until finally he squashed it. Lifting his foot up to reveal a seriously squished spider, I sighed in relief.
"Wow you're quite the spider murderer." I observed the dead spider on the carpet and grimaced.

Then I done something completely stupid that I kept wishing I could take back.
"Thank you." I said and out of the blue I just hugged him fleetingly.

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