h & t

Chapter 3

I layed in bed and couldn't think of anything besides Harry. I thought of his beautiful green eyes and the way his body moved at the gym. I remember how it felt when our lips touched.

It made me mad that he was so weird and wouldn't tell me what was wrong last week. I liked Harry and I wanted to be there for him after learning of his past. I wondered how many other people knew his story.

I also rendered how rude he could be. How he could act as if I don't even exist. Why did he do that? Was he embarrassed of me? He can't just keep kissing me and then ignoring me!

I tried hard to erase him from my mind but I couldn't. I knew deep down that I liked him but I could never admit it. He was a frat boy and I was just some girl. I wasn't slutty like the girls who got with the upperclassmen frat boys. I was just plain old me.
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The smell of coffee invaded my senses as I stepped into the small cafe. I ordered a vanilla iced coffee and sat down at a table by the window before taking out my computer and beginning my new assignment.

My name was yelled by one of the baristas and I walked up to the counter to grab my coffee. I took my first sip and smiled at how good it tasted. I returned to my seat to find a note on my computer.

To Tierney-

I think you're really beautiful and I was wondering if you wanted to go out some time?

From: The guy two tables from you in glasses and a red sweater. (Liam)

I smiled and looked up to find the boy blushing in my direction so I smiled at him and packed my stuff up. I scribbled my number and the words "Call me" on the back of the paper before sliding it onto his table while walking out of the cafe smiling.
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I rounded the corner and to my relief saw the restaurant Liam and I agreed to meet at. I looked at the time on my phone and saw that I was right on time.

I entered the restaurant and spotted Liam at a booth sipping from a drink. I walked over to him and took a seat across from him smiling.
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I entered my dorm and changed back into my sweats before getting into bed. My phone vibrated and I was surprised to see it wasn't a text from Liam. Instead it was a text from Harry. I slid open the message and it read "who was that guy you were with tonight." I decided not to reply. I just closed my eyes and fell asleep smiling.
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"Tatiana Spring" I read out loud and laughed. "Hey it's the best I could get, it will work," Emma told me smiling. Over the last month we have grown kind of close. Emma is really fun to hangout with and we always have a good time together. Tonight we are going out clubbing and I already know we are going to have fun.

Our short dresses and high heels made it easy to get into the club. We didn't even have to wait in line! The bouncer told us we could go right in! Strobe lights flashed everywhere and Emma grabbed my hand to pull me up to the bar. We both ordered a Cosmo and a gentleman decided to pay for us. We thanked him and made our way to the dance floor.

After 4 drinks it was harder to stand in my heels. The music was loud and my body lazily swayed to whoever was grabbing my hips. I decided it was time to go home. I slowly made my way out of the club and onto the street pulling a very drunk Emma behind me. We giggled at stupid things while walking down the streets clumsily. We needed a ride home and for some reason my drunk brain found itself calling Harry.

After a few minutes Harry pulled up driving a really nice car. He hopped out and helped us into the car buckling us in for safety before getting back in the drivers seat and heading towards our dorm.

"Did you guys have a little too much fun tonight" he teased us. "No we had just the right amount" i counter slurred. He laughed in response and I smiled at his laugh. It was a nice sound and made me happy and tired. My eyelids were so heavy and it was really hard to keep them open.
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I woke up in my bed the next day at 3pm. My head was pounding and the small amount of light shining though the window made me cringe.

I groaned and rolled out of bed and into the bathroom. My makeup was smudged under my eyes and my hair was a mess. However my dress wasn't tight anymore. I wasn't even in my dress anymore. I was in a T-shirt and sweats instead and I don't know how I ended up in them.

A note was laying on the floor by the door and it read
"Call me when you wake up. -Harry."

I furrowed my eyebrows together at the faint memory of Harry taking us home last night. I found my phone and called him.

"hey tee"
"hi"
"hungover?"
"yes"
"confused?"
"yes"
"I'm coming over"

Then the line went dead before I could say another word.