P.S I Fucking Hate You

Prologue

He tied his neatly polished shoes and glanced at his reflection in the mirror one last time. First day of university, he wanted everything to be exactly how he pictured.

"Harry get yo ass down 'ere mate! I'm starving." His roommate, Niall half-yelled half-whined.

"On my way..." Harry replied tugging his curls behind his ear, eyes never leaving the mirror. Finally satisfied with himself, he rushed down to the cafeteria to meet up with Niall.

"So... you're doing a double major?" Niall questioned and Harry wondered how the boy managed to form words with so much food in his mouth. He shook the thought away and smiled proudly, "Yes, in Law and Psychology." The familiar feeling of self-suffiency spread over his chest when Niall looked at him bewildered.

"That is very ambitious mate. I could only wish", he said genuinely impressed.

Harry had always been an aspiring student. He was blessed with supportive and wealthy parents and charming good looks. Naturally, he was extremely popular in school among both genders. And boy did he love the attention... but he would like to think he is also humble and kind and considerate. He would never lose his composu-

Harry was knocked out of his thoughts when a small body collided into his with so much force, he let out an "oomph".

It took a few seconds to realize that the steaming hot coffee that he had been holding had spilled all over his cream white shirt. Sweet Jesus.

Harry felt his skin burn and his head was bubbling with anger. His eyes stung with tears of pain and rage and certain obscenities were threatening to wobble their way out of his mouth.

"Are you okay?" Niall asked worried and also mildly scared by the killer expression on his face.

Harry didn't answer.

He was busy planning murder.

His new shirt had been ruined along with his picture perfect day.

And on top of that the guy responsible for such nuisance didn't even utter a sorry or even turn to acknowledge his misdeed.

'What a bitch', Harry thought as he wiped his shirt, eyeing as the caramel haired boy made his way out of the cafeteria.

***

Except for a few judgemental looks from his teachers and few nosy students, Harry would say the rest of his day was good.

Classes were interesting and to his luck, he also managed to make a new friend in Psychology.

Liam was British (like himself) and very subject oriented (also like himself) so it wasn't surprising that they got on really well. He seemed like a very responsible lad and Harry was really glad he got to know him.

Niall had informed he was waiting for him in the cafeteria and so he was on his way there with Liam.

Harry was in the middle of listing the best reference books for Pyschology when his eyes fell on something causing him to pause momentarily.

"Harry you okay?"

Was he?

The most beautiful boy he had ever laid eyes on was sitting beside Niall.

Harry let his eyes rake over the boy's sharp cheekbones, gorgeous cerulean eyes, soft caramel colored hair... Wait a minute- his eyes widened.

That's the rude bastard from earlier...

Harry's face scrunched in pure contempt and soon all the admiration he felt his body. He made his way to the table with a scowl on his face.