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"Not Harry Styles"

Thursday. I don't have classes tomorrow.

At one point in time I remember not being tired at all and hoping and praying I could fall asleep and let the undoubted arrival of dreams of you evade my mind and put me in a better place.

My dreams were just better I guess.

Well for one, you were here,

And more importantly happy.

You held me in your strong arms and you never left me.

In my dreams you slept next to me and called me your own. I'd wrap my hand, tiny and fragile compared to yours, around your smooth, unscathed writs.

You weren't leaving,

And neither was I.

In my dreams you never promised me things you knew wouldn't happen anyway.

You never had to ponder whether you thought your life was worth it or not.

I guess my dreams were just better.

I crumple the piece of paper I had been writing on, and throw it in the library's fire, leaning back in the cold chair.

I think about and wonder whether Harry is missing me, too.

With my college papers finished and nothing else to do to occupy me from Harry, I relinquish trying and begin dialing his number.

"Hiiii it's Harry!!!"

I begin to reply but the answering machine cuts me off.

"I guess I'm a bit busy right now, but if you leave your name and call back number I'll get back to you as soon as possible. Love always and god bless".

I wait for the beep before replying.

"Hey babe, it's Brooke. I know you're busy but I guess I just wanted to hear how the tour was and..hear your voice. But don't worry everything's fine over here. If you are busy, call whenever. I love you" I smile and hang up.

"Hey" I hear a man's voice and I look up to see one of the less prominent college boys in my clique striding up to me.

"Jake, right?" I say, adding a slight smirk to at least look polite.

"Yeah. You're Harry's girl, aren't you love?" He says, not bothering to ask before sitting down in a chair pushed against mine.

I blush, nodding.

"Yeah that's me," I chuckle, "and I'm guessing Dylan told you that? Maybe Emma?".

"He used to hate him but now he doesn't say much anymore"

I nod and try to decode what Jake was saying. Dylan DOESN'T hate Harry anymore?

"Anyway. What are you doing tonight??"

But before I can answer he adds,

"Would you like to come over to my apartment?"

Not to be rude but, "why" I ask.

"Carter and Ashley are coming. You could invite Dylan and Emma if you wanted? It'll probably be extremely lame but we can find fun, you in?".

Unsure of how he'd react to no, I reply yes, "as long as Em and Dylan can go".

He flips his dirty blonde hair that by the way is in a skater boy style, and flashes me a smile that for once, isn't a god blessed perfect one. He has a slight overbite and not all his teeth are for once not shaped... Flawlessly. Not bad but not good. I was starting to get tired of everyone's basic flawless qualities.