kaitlynn rose // h.s

back to school

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"Kaitlynn, wake up," Erin shoves me slightly. "Dude, your class starts in like fifteen minutes. Get the hell up."

"Shit!" I sit up and look at my phone. Fourteen minutes and counting. I scramble around to get dressed for class. My body was only in London for a few days but it was completely on London time still. I end up in leggings and an oversized sweatshirt that probably belongs to Harry. I run my fingers through my hair in attempt to calm its craziness. "Bye, Erin!"

I yell at her as I grab my bag and run out the door. Why the hell did my English class have to be the furthest from my room? I practically run to class, only to physically ram right into Harry as I'm turning the corner.

"Woah, babe," he laughs, steadying me. "You alright there?"

"Woke up fifteen minutes ago," I huff, falling into him slightly. He kisses my temple and I smile slightly.

"I was looking for this the other day," he tugs at the sleeve of my sweatshirt and smiles at me.

"Sorry not sorry," I hum. I take his hand, winding my fingers with his. "Now come on, I didn't run all the way here to still be late."

"No, lets just skip," he pouts. "Don't wanna go back to classes. Wanna go back to being on break."

I roll my eyes and drag him towards the classroom. He laughs lightly, tightening his grip on my hand. We take our seats, sitting together again for the first time in what feels like forever.

"M'glad I'm back over here. The corner was a bit lonely."

"I'm glad you're back over here too," I sigh, resting my head on his shoulder. "I'm glad you're back in general. My life is so boring without you."

He laughs lightly and wraps his arm around me, pulling me and my chair closer to him. I can't help but laugh at the action.

Angela starts class after a minute and Harry finds entertainment in playing with my fingers on my left hand while I take notes with my other hand. I could tell he wasn't paying attention, which is why I was taking notes. She's talking about our final right now.

Once class is dismissed, Harry drags me out of the room. I didn't have to be in my psych class for another hour and a half, so I lead him in the direction of my dorm.

"You want to head back to my place for lunch?"

"I wanna go back to my dorm to properly get ready," I sigh. He wraps his arm around me as he nods.

"I think you look beautiful, but okay," he mutters under his breath.

"I'm ninety-nine percent sure that if I don't brush my hair within the next half an hour, then it will be a tangled mess for the rest of my life."

He laughs and kisses my temple. Once we get to the dorm, I learn that Erin is still there. She tells me that her morning class got cancelled, but she'll be gone this afternoon. Harry lays on my bed and talks with her as I move around the room getting ready. I change into jeans and a tee instead of the leggings and sweatshirt I had on, tossing Harry's sweatshirt at him. He doesn't look over at me as he picks it up and pulls it towards him, but he smirks.

After a few minutes I decide that I'm presentable enough for the real world and we head out. Harry drives us back to his house and leads me into the kitchen as soon as we get there.

"M'gonna have to borrow your notes later, by the way," he mutters as he digs through his fridge for something.

I slide up onto the counter and laugh lightly. "I know."