HARRY STYLES - IMAGINES

Mother Nature and The Notebook HS

HIIII i am so sorry for that long ass break but I had exams and a major writers block...and haven't found a cure for the latter. ALSO THANK YOU FOR 1.6K READS!! IT MEANS THE WORLD TO ME THANK U THAT U READ MY CRAP ily<3<3<3 

(NOT PROOFREAD! pt 1 of 2, pt 2 up soooonnn) 

The day had already started out shitty. First thing I did was oversleep the second one was slipping on a messily tossed sock in front of my bedroom door. And it wasn't even my sock. "Dammit Styles!" I cried out, teary eyed rubbing my pelvic bone. It hurt like bitch and I was sure I would get some nice bruises from the fall. The next thing that had happened was, that I (and I was already running late for class at that point) discovered that mother nature had decided to send her greetings. At least I wasn't pregnant from nobody, but it required me dropping my bag and rushing back into the shared bathroom. When I had finally packed all my important stuff into a little toilet bag and slammed the cabinet with force (some idiot had damaged the hinge during a party and whether Harry nor me were able to fix it) I had already successfully missed first period of my psychology class. The day then hadn't started to somehow get better, on contrary even. My best friend Jess had called in sick so I basically sat around more or less lonely and since it was November and bloody freezing I couldn't just take a nap under a tree on the campus. Adding to that, was my annoyingly attractive dorm mate planning on throwing a party tonight. He had only hit me with it whilst walking by me, rushing into his next class just like me. Normally I wouldn't be all that annoyed and he was obviously free to do that (in exchange I was allowed to "borrow" his sweaters), and if I wasn't in the mood for partying I would just lock my bedroom and put on headphones. But the plans I had for tonight already fixed in my head looked different than being all alone in my room and depressed. I had planned on just searching for romantic comedies on Netflix, preferably with a large bowl of popcorn in my lap and snuggled into one of Harry's very comfortable sweaters. His plans on throwing a party whipped my plans away in a second. And I couldn't even tell him that because he just basically yelled it at me before disappearing around the next corner. Damn him and his stupid pretty face.

After the last period ended (maths this time and I despised it) the only urge I had now left, was back into our dorm. That was the only thing I could think about, and a heating pad for my stupid hurting, tantrum throwing uterus. Oh and maybe a good cup of tea with – I wasn't destined to finish that thought since someone slammed into my chest full force. I stumbled back, dropped all of my books in the process and fell down on backwards. As I tried to catch myself with my hands, a sharp pain flashed through my right wrist and I yelped. "Oh shit sorry, I haven't even seen you there..." a pretty much stressed out, blondish boy stuttered, running his fingers through his hair nervously. I only huffed, groaning inspecting my wrist. It wasn't broken, maybe slightly sprained but nothing too bad. "S'alright...fucking shit." I cursed under my breath, carefully pushing myself off the ground. "I'm Nick by the way..." the boy started, a slight blush on his cheeks. I frowned at him, slowly starting to pick up my books that were sprawled all over the floor. Great, really fucking great. "Cool...not to be rude, but could you at least help me with that?" I snapped moodily, absolutely not up for any kind of small talk. Nick only blushed deeper and immediately started to pick up the last two books that were left on the floor. "Sorry...can I maybe try again?" without even waiting for an answer he already continued talking. "Okay so I am Nick Jemmies, we share psychology class. I sit on the desk next to yours." I squinted my eyes at him, trying to remember the blonde, scraggy built lad with the glossy blue eyes and the defined and pretty much darker eyebrows. But I couldn't remember, in all honesty I felt like I was seeing him for the first time today. "I...I am sorry but it doesn't ring a bell right there. Don't take it personally though, I barely notice people." That wasn't a lie, I tended on focusing on only things I thought as being interesting and people weren't really the case. I mean except for my best friend Jess and well...Harry, my dorm mate. My seemingly everlasting crush on him had probably also played its part in me not being interested in any other man in our classes, going so far that I seemed to simply take no account of them. "Oh...don't worry about that, I feel like many people only concentrate on what Professors are saying, especially in psychology." Yeah or on that brown curly a seat in front of me, who never spared a witty comment or a stupid remark. But I just nodded. "Yeah probably." Not sure on what to add to that, I shifted from one foot onto the other, really wanting to get into our shared dorm. "So...I guess I will see you in next class maybe, I really need to now." With that somewhat awkward attempted I tried to take my books from his hands but he quickly stepped a step back. "Let me walk you to your dorm. It's the least I could do for you." I sighed and quickly shook my head. "No that's quite alright. Just give me my books back please, I am in a hurry." I said now, an annoyed lilt to it. Nick however, did not seem to catch on it and just smiled. "Not letting a lady in distress just walk by alone. Where to?" I pressed my eyes together in order to avoid rolling them at him. I mean it was nice that he felt this way, and it was also very polite but...I just wanted to go home in peace. I wasn't up for chitchat and I wasn't up for five minutes walking a stranger to my flat. "Block 22b" I mumbled defeated, still hoping that I then would finally have the harmony I craved for since I woke up. I should've known better, obviously. Nick insisted on walking me up to my doorstep deliberately trying to get me into a conversation with him the whole time. Jesus Christ, wasn't I stating my disinterest clearly enough by answering monosyllabic, every single question. "Really nice meeting you. Are you having plans for tonight already?" he suddenly spoke when I took my book out of his hands firmly and unlocked the door as quick as possible. "No I don't but..." I started, but Nick cut me off, an almost hopeful shimmer in his eyes. "No? well then would you consider going for lunch with..." this time it was my turn cutting him off. "Listen Nick, I am sure you are a nice guy and you deserve all the best but I just want to have my peace for one or two hours okay? I am on period right now so if you don't want me to turn into a fire spitting daemon from hell, you leave me be now okay?" I said, a serious expression on my face. If I hadn't been so annoyed I would've never said something so bold, but I felt like this being the only way of maybe scaring him off. And praise the lord it worked. His face instantly dropped and he took a few steps back. "W-what? I mean...I see – I mean...I feel like uhm...maybe we'll see us later yeah." With that he scurried off and I slammed the door with a sigh.