Eleanor's POV.
I wake up early morning to go to NYU. Taxi drivers are some what are annoying and I am not a morning person! Though I am not rude there for I answer them when they make small talk. Once I was so tired I actually slept on the way. Most of the time Ashton give me ride but I don't like bothering him. After what Luke had told me last night, I don't think I would appreciate being played by good old Harold. I think I need my space, some distance that I haven't had for ages. I'm not Harry's toy. He can't just kick me around.
I role out of bed and get dressed to goto school. Skip the shower, I took one last night and I think there will be a hot one tonight. Starting today, I will only focus on school and nothing else. It's what I'm here for. I've had my fun. Actually, most of it was my fun. I'm just so mentally tired. So much stress that I shouldn't even have to deal with.
The taxi ride today was faster than usually. I guess my thoughts took me to wonderland. I make my way through students to each class. Ashton wakes me up a couple of times, I find my self sleeping through each period. The lectures are just so boring. Though I understand everything the professors had mentioned.
My phone starts vibrating in front of me in the middle of class. Harry is calling but I ignore him and shut it off. I'm not in the mood for talking to him. I don't want to. I want him to leave me alone. I'm not planing on seeing him anytime soon. I don't want any explanations and I will not give a chance to lie to me. I don't want to meet him nowhere, don't want none of his time.
I leave class in a rush. Harry had changed my mood. All I am capable of is thinking of him. I can't find myself to stop or even distract myself.
"Oh, I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to!" A girl with a british accent and long straight hair runs right into me and drops all my books.
"It's okay!" I laugh.
"No really. I'm just in such a rush. All this college stuff is so stressful." She kneels down to pick up my books with me.
"That's understandable! I know how you feel!" I give her a soft smile.
"I'm Sophia!" She smiles.
"I'm Eleanor!"
"That's such a beautiful name!"
"Yours too!" I nudge her with my elbow.
"Are you new here?"
"Yeah! I'm from England actually!"
"I've noticed! I am as well!"
"Yeah I just moved here. It's my second day in NYU. I think I need to go shopping!"
"I love shopping but Harry-" I start to forget but the littlest things remind me of him then I lose all my progress.
"But who?" She smiles.
"Uhm. It doesn't matter. We can go shopping together if you want?" I laugh it off even though my insides burn with hell fire. I just need to move on.
"Sure! I love your style by the way!"
"Our Styles are-" styles. Really. I stop what I'm saying.
"Classy.." She trails off.
"Yeah!" I laugh. Her eyes trail off behind me and they go wider.
"Eleanor, I think someone wants to talk to you. We can catch up later!" She smiles.
I turn around to find Harry right behind me. "Hey, why don't you answer? I was worried sick about you." He runs his long fingers through his hair.
"No, Sophia stay." I grab her arm.
"Oh. Okay." She was taken by surprise.
"I was in class and I turned if off dad!" I sass him.
"What is with you?!" He comes closer.
"I'm not in the mood Harry. Just give me some space alright?!" I walk away with that leaving him speechless. Sophia follows.
"Who was that?" She curiously asks.
"Harry."
"Is he your boyfriend?"
"No! No no.."
"Oh." The disappointed look takes over her face. "Then who is he? Do you have a thing?" The thoughts of those questions make her smile big.
"My neighbor." I try to end the conversation without giving out any details what so ever.
"You don't live in a dorm?"
"Nope! I have a flat here!" I proudly say.
"Wonderful!" She smiles back.
We spend the rest of day walking from class to class together. Sophia is such a sweetheart. I'm not quite sure why she chose NYU but maybe it's the same reason as me? I'm not a nosy person. I don't want to dig into her personal informations but maybe she will spill it out herself?
I wonder if Harry thinks about me constantly the way I do. Everything Sophia pointed something out it always leads me back to the thought of him. In the deepest, calmest hours of the night his image is still to stay in my head.
I want a late night adventure. I want Harry to call me up and say, "I'm outside. let's go do something!" I want to go out late at night in my pj's and my hair all tied up. Maybe drive around. Go to a park and just swing on the swings. I might even sit in the grass and watch the stars or maybe go to a 24 hour food place and pig out. I just want a late night adventure with people I like to be around. No drama. No drunk Harry. Nothing but good vibes and good company.
I can't deny how amazing it felt to go swim with Harry in an unguarded pool during a storm. I felt such a rush in breaking rules for the first time. When I'm around him he makes me feel like I'm in control. I've never had that choice. Ever. I was always the one to follow. I feel like an adult around him. Maybe as if I am showing him the right way? Taking care of him? Harry is a lost mind on earth. I don't want to leave him drowning in his own problems but that is my problem. I always reach out to him and he ends up dragging me with him and then we both get stuck. All of it is constant drama. I can't be his little toy like all the others he played.
Harry's POV.
I don't know what's with Eleanor. I call her a hundred times and send her like five texts. she doesn't even answer me so I had to go see her in NYU. After worrying sick about her she sasses me in front of her friend then wakes away from me.What the hell? Did I do something wrong? Did I say something wrong? I don't recall so. I know I should have taken her somewhere fancy instead of getting wasted but I don't want her to drift off thinking that we might have a future. It's true I think of her twenty four seven but no way would she ever love me. I guess I only think about her a lot because she makes me forget my problems. All of them really. There is just something about her.
I thought that making a 'bad boy' impression on her would make her like me. What was I thinking? Breaking into a pool at a hotel in the middle of thunder storm? I can't even remember half of what happened. I'm not so sure why she was sassing me. I just want an explanation but I never get one. I think I will just give her space for a week or so. She will come around.. Hopefully.
