College Boy [h.s]

Twenty Five.

TEAGANS POV

Harry had just left the apartment, and Louis turns to me with a sly expression.

"So you two were in here alone for a while. How was that, awkward?"

"Surprisingly, not really. We actually had a pretty good conversation."

"What'd you talk about?" He asks.

"We talked about different stuff, it was nice. I forgot how good of a friend he can be," I admit.

"That's good. I'd really like it if you two got along because I love both of you want to be around you at the same times, yknow."

"Yeah, we're definitely cool being around eachother. And Heather, really Louis?"

Louis chuckles, "I told him she'd be there an hour late but she's never late to a booty call. Figured he'd pussy out and leave but not if she's there already."

I can't help but laugh a little, "Louis you little bastard!"

"The man needs laid! Any other girl would fall for his sparkly green eyes and charm, but Heather just wants to fuck."

"Harry is a nice boy," I state with a chuckle. "I think Heather may be too much for him to handle."

Louis shrugs. "I guess we'll just have to wait and see."

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HARRYS POV

The following day.

It was nearing 7 o'clock, and I was casually cleaning my apartment and listening to some music before I left. After what Teagan had said about Heather, I was kind of terrified and decided I would just ghost her and not be here when she came at 8.

Just as I was singing the chorus to Billie Jean, I heard a loud tap on the front door and my eyes widened.

I glance at the clock and see it's only 6:58. It couldn't be...is it?

The person knocks again, this time louder than the last and I walk quicker towards the door, peering through the eyehole.

I was met with an impatient looking woman with jet black hair and blue eyes, tapping her foot.

Damn you Louis for lying...

I gulp, opening the door and she greets me with a smile and a high pitched voice.

"Well hi, honey! Harry, right?" She says, looking down at her phone, "Yeah, you're Harry."

"Yeah, thats me," I say, trying not to peer down at her breasts that, just as Louis had predicted, were practically falling out from her tank top.

"You know you're cuter than in the picture," she states boldly, walking into my apartment and looking around. "Nice place. Have anything to drink?"

"Uh- yeah, sure, sit," I say ushering her towards the kitchen and pulling two glasses from the cabinet.

"Oh, honey, I don't do white," she shakes her head at the bottle and I take out a red wine instead and pour some into her glass and a little into my own.

As she's sipping her drink she looks me over, and I become almost intimated by her stares as she seemingly evaluates my appearance.

"You have a really nice jaw line, shorter hair would do you wonders honey," she says.

"Thanks?"

"No problem, ahaha," she laughs, swigging the rest of the drink and nodding at me with a wink to pour another.