Harry Styles and Louis Tomlinson were people one would dream to have or aspire to be. They belonged to the same frat, had the same group of friends and were both extremely popular. So one would think they would be the bestest of friends, Right? WRON...
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The next day Harry tried to avoid Louis as much as possible. He even decided not to eat during the regular lunch and dinner hours just so he wouldn't risk coming face to face with the little demon. Call him dramatic, but he just couldn't face him.
The news of his nasty break up had already spread to every nook and corner of the campus. All eyes were on him as he walked down the halls, some giving him flirtatious glances now that he was available while others were just nosy.
Why can't people just mind their own fucking business? We get it, your lives suck.
Harry internally rolled his eyes and silently thanked the gods that Liam managed to convince the frat boys to not release the embarrassing footage of Candice dumping him. Otherwise there would've been way too many unwanted rumors he'd have to deal with. Plus it would have left an ugly stain on his reputation which was something he couldn't afford especially with the election coming up. He didn't know what Liam did to make their rival frat boys shut their traps but he was thankful for being blessed with such an amazing friend.
Except a few death threats from Candice's minions from Kappa Phi on his social media he hadn't been attacked by anyone. Candice herself hadn't personally tried to contact him in any form and to be honest he doesn't really care what she does anymore.
He got to his class later than usual. A few of his classmates tried to make small talk with him but he wasn't in the mood. He plomped beside Liam who greeted him with a comforting smile and fell asleep as soon as the lecture started. It was highly unlikely of him but seeing as he didn't get much sleep the night earlier, he wasn't that surprised.
Soon his thoughts drifted to places he had buried deep deep down, memories he wished didn't exist and things he wished he'd forgotten. He could see the familiar woman lying limp on the floor, beaten and bruised, her eyes filled with pain and terror.
But this time, it was different. This time her frightened gaze was directed at him. And this time they were blue, her eyes. A clear, enticing blue.
He jerked awake, knocking his book off the table. The sound garnered a lot of attention, including the professor's who looked annoyed but then surprised, probably that it was his star student who had caused such commotion. Suddenly feeling chocked up by everyone's gazes on him, Harry picked up his bag and rushed out of the room ignoring muffled concerns from his classmates and professor.
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He thought he was going to faint.
His footsteps were light as he marched towards his frat wanting nothing more than to fall asleep. He hadn't eaten anything since yesterday morning except for the small packet of crackers Niall gave him during lunch. He could feel the bile rising in his throat as his stomach grumbled but he willed himself not to puke—at least not until he reached his room. He urgently twisted the front door knob and frantically pushed inside only to freeze immediately.
