HELLO FRIENDS HE HAS RETURNED TO YOU. It’s shorter than most updates, but necessary things are happening to push the story along and one mystery is revealed! It’s always lovely to hear your thoughts or guesses about what’s happening. Your frat boy has missed you xx
It’d been an utter disaster.
You hadn’t eaten much at all last night and the dull throbbing in your
head was a reminder that alcohol on an empty stomach wasn’t the best idea.
Especially when it’d been expensive enough to be smooth and light and
what you think alcohol should taste like. It had hit you even harder on
the ride back to your dorm, the numbness in your hands not entirely due to the
pricks of cool air against your skin, something you realized after you stumbled out of the passenger seat
and Renny had to
pick you up
. Your whole body was
completely numb at that point. The reason for your numbness was the same
reason you’d slept without a nightmare last night, and it was the reason you
(almost) slept through your morning class and only had time to throw on a
sweatshirt, jeans, and sunglasses before, quite literally, running to English.
You were late, making sure to
close the door quietly behind you this time, but the pair of eyes you expected
to see whipping around to follow you to your seat with a seductive glimmer
Only Niall was there to mutter a
quick “Hey Y/N” as you passed him to reach your seat. The teacher started
talking about something having to do with how everyone’s analysis was sub-par
on the last essay, but if you were being honest you didn’t care, you couldn’t
even concentrate. Though you were facing the front, your mind kept
drifting behind you, to the image of the empty seat where you’d gotten used to
seeing his long body confidently sprawled out and leant back, one elbow propped
up on the arm chair and head cocked as if he were pretending to listen.
It was annoying how even though he wasn’t here he could still somehow
take control of your thoughts. It’d be easier to ignore him if he wasn’t
so damn infuriating, just the thought of last night made your blood boil, but
the words you’d said came back to you, slowly, bit by bit.
Go back to your fake
girlfriend who clearly understands you so much better.
People have planes and go to
Europe on a three day weekend…
Creepily small wrists!
Had you really ran your mouth
that much? To him?! You groaned a bit and the person beside you
turned with a loaded look -Weirdo- before returning their attention back to
the board. No matter how true your words were, you wouldn’t have told him
all that completely sober. At all. You had a mind that was
quick to get indignant and when the alcohol came in, the filter went out and
there was only the Lord to help the poor person caught in the crossfire.
A rush of embarrassment flooded you and you’d regretted saying one word
to him. You should’ve played it cool, acted like you didn’t care that he
was with someone else, not made a fool out of yourself. He probably
thought you were someone easily charmed by money when he’d paid for your meal
or some bitter charity case and your sad speech last night just proved it.
You realized you were kicking yourself and tried to stop your mind from
spiraling any further. If there’s one thing you hated most about boys it
was that they could make you feel absolutely stupid.
This is the longest thing I’ve written on here, EVER. Not sure if that jumbled it up, but thank you to everyone for sticking around to read about this crazy frat boy, sending me messages and asks and song recs for the playlist! This chapter’s a bit of a revealing one, and little almost imperceptible layers are chipped away. Let’s see if he’s ruing the day yet, yeah? xx (shout-out to @lovelhes for the bomb mood board, love you bb)
It was 2:54 AM by the time Renny got back. You knew because the comfort Zayn had brought
you dwindled fast with each step you took away from him, so much so that by the
time you got to the doors of your building, your legs were shaking from how
frantic you were. It had been much too dark outside, each
innocent bush and tall tree beautiful in the daylight suddenly twisting into
something sinister, hiding a dark figure just waiting to grab you and slit your
throat as you fall to the ground with a soundless shout. Even in the grossly fluorescent hallways that
seemed oddly empty for 1 am, you turned each corner quickly for fear of who’d
be waiting on the other side. Even the
shut of the heavy door behind you didn’t give you peace and when you’d swept your
room and checked the closet for potential predators hiding behind hanging
clothes, you knew you were being silly, so absolutely ridiculously silly. But
your furiously beating heart told you otherwise.
You couldn’t fall asleep after that.
But you pretended to as Renny got ready for bed, as she quietly
tip-toed through the room, the click of her low-lit lamp as she settled under
her covers once again coating the room in an inky stillness. Her little snores comforted you in the
slightest, but she wasn’t awake, she couldn’t distract you from your thoughts. And as your eyes bore up into the ceiling,
seeing past it to nothing at all, a hand lay on your throat.
The stream that ran red, his fists, the snake tat, his
touch, their smell, the men, his arms, the safety you felt in them. It wasn’t fair,
none of it was. That he could make you
feel something that felt so right and toss it in the trash like it never
happened. You had been fine with being
acquaintances, safe at that distance, pretend that you wouldn’t be affected by
him, but then he was the one who had to turn it into something more, to turn
you into this. You remembered your words to him and felt a
deep sadness seize your chest. You were
a hypocrite. The weight building inside
you contracted into a choke-hold, threatening to crush your lungs with its
deadly mixture of guilt, regret, anger, but you were too tired to release it in
a sob. So it sat there. Refusing to let you sleep. Suffocating you. Silly
girl, a voice sneered, All this for a
boy you haven’t gone on a date with.
The moan of his name in that unfamiliar voice rang loud in your head as
an unwanted tear rolled straight down to hit your ear. You willed yourself to numb your mind, to not
think about anything, but when had you ever truly had control?
Sometime, in the early hours of the morning, your lids felt
heavy and closed without you ever really knowing, the black cloak of the night
sealing them shut as the dark twists and pangs building inside of you pushed
you off a ledge, forcing your fall into a fitful sleep.
“Did you have a nightmare last night?” You cringed as Renny took her black eyeliner
and dug a little too hard with the tip against your cheek. You thought about denying it for a moment,
but decided against it. If there was one
person you could talk to, it was Renny.
“How’d you know?”
“You kept groaning and- hold on”
- she licked her thumb and rubbed below the line she’d just created for the
black #17 now on your cheek, smudging it up and using her nail to dig into the skin
and remove the extra bits she’d accidently drawn. She hadn’t asked to draw Harry’s number on
you and for that you were thankful. Your
favorite was Louis anyways - “There, perfect.
You just kept muttering something and you looked like you were shaking. I tried waking you up, but you just turned
back around and fell asleep.”
“Sorry for waking you,” you
offered her an apologetic smile, but she brushed it off.
“You honestly think I mind? I mean, I’m a little jealous you got to sleep
that much, but I was the one who chose not to leave the party.” You wanted to let out a single sharp laugh at
that, but you were better. “Paw print?” She brought the pencil to your other cheek and
paused, you nodded. She started to draw
the symbol of your school’s mascot, the panther, and for some reason Harry
popped into your mind again. Agile.
Y’all this wasn’t proofread and it’s shorter than the last update, but…. you’ve all waited long enough :) Massive thank you to everyone for being so patient and I always love hearing your thoughts xx
Your eyes were gross and dry when you opened them, instantly
begging to be shut against the world, closed where they wouldn’t have to try
and see anything that was this bright. And you were cold, you realized, head
instantly turning around and a frown settling on your face as you took in the
empty tent. Renny’s sleeping bag was
still discarded in the corner untouched from when Harry had tossed it and no one
was beside you. Had you been imagining
it, then? His warmth, the sturdiness of
his body when he’d held you from your nightmare? The horrifying dream had been a similar one and
it stopped when you’d seen the glint of the knife, again. Even when you’d thought you’d been awake last night, the Harry parts of your memory
still seemed like a dream. That is, until
you heard a deep voice say “fuck off”
just beyond the tent.
Perhaps you hadn’t been dreaming then?
You instantly smoothed your hair, desperately trying to
untangle any knots and fizziness that had occurred in your tossing and turning,
and you slapped your cheeks a bit because Renny’d said something before about how
that stimulated blood flow. Though this
was coming from a girl who believed you put Vaseline on eyelashes, so- your
You groaned a bit when you stretched your stiff limbs and with
a grimace made the effort to dig through your bag wedged in the corner to throw
on a fresh t-shirt. A little excitement
bubbled in you and quickened your actions as you tugged on the fresh white
blouse. Your old shorts were going to
have to do, because you weren’t going to risk Harry walking in on you. You took a step to leave, and stopped. You listened for a few solid seconds and
there wasn’t much movement towards your tent and low accents seemed far enough
away…Guess you could change if you were super
fast in stripping. You quickly shimmied
out of your shorts and were left in just your knickers when you reached for the
jeans in the very back corner. You
huffed as you leaned even farther, the stupid backpack was lodged under the
sleeping bag and your head was hitting the side of the tent. You were too lazy to stay in the hunched-back
position, palms hitting the floor as if you were stretching, and you cringed
when you felt the burn in the back of your thighs. You really should’ve gone to yoga with Renny. But if you just inched your hands a little more-
And that was when you heard the unzip of the tent.
You jumped, head hitting one of the metal rods in the
process, and you pulled the flowy blouse down as far as it could go as you
whipped around to see a very shocked-
“Zayn!” you squeaked.
He blinked hard, twice, still immobile at the entrance, eyes instantly
looking anywhere but you. But his feet
were still glued to the floor.
“Shit- sorry,” he spluttered, and he finally turned with a
blush, completely flustered. He even
faltered for a moment after turning around before actually leaping away from
the entrance with a quick shake of his head.
You struck a hand to your face and it dragged down as you cursed
yourself for ever believing life would favor you for one freaking second. You jumped
again when a hand pushed its way through the entrance.
“ZAYN! IT’S OCCUPIED!”
you screeched, completely incredulous.
“No, I know, don’ worry, jus’ tryin’- tryin’ t’get it-” he zipped
the tent shut- “there, good.”
But it was anything but good. Your ass had been on full display along with
your granny knickers as you were bent over, head to your knees, and he’d seen
it all. More footsteps and cracking
“She in there?” It sounded like
The gruff sound made your heart drop
to your stomach, but it was fighting to come back up as you realized he was
talking about you. You’d just shimmied into your shorts when the
zipper was starting to be tugged at again.
“Doesn’t anybody frickin’, I
don’t know, ask to walk in anymore? I
could’ve been completely naked.”
“S’that bad?” His head poked
through and the little twinkle in his eye almost made you wish that he had seen you without your shorts. Almost. You sank to your knees and his eyes
followed. You ignored the slight smirk
that told you he enjoyed the action a little too much.
You sank back in to your chair as you tried to keep up with the pace which your professor was speaking down at the front. He was mumbling something about the US Judicial System while you sat wishing you hadn’t taken part in that one last round of shots at Liquor last night. You barely remembered waking up at this point, never mind how you got home just a few hours ago, probably stumbling across the campus, your heels digging in to the grass as you walked before finally dragging yourself up the two flights of stairs to find your room mate, Liv, just seconds ahead of you, it would seem, in the drunken walk home stakes.
Yawns appeared one after the other, half from the hangover and half from how boring this class felt this morning. Usually, you’d be so eager to be here, Political Science was what you wanted to do, even with all the added Liberal Arts classes (you were still struggling to understand the American university system) but you suddenly realised why they have Friday and Saturday nights - so you don’t go out on Thursdays…and every other night for that matter. Your eyes were slowly closing every few moments, your brain only awoken by the animated sounds the professor was using for his slideshow and every so often you’d hear the sighs of fellow students as they too were brought out of their relaxed states. He’d done it on purpose, hadn’t he? Every professor on campus knew that almost every first year, sorry, freshman, went to Liquor every Thursday night so they planned their Friday classes to annoy as many students as possible. Thankfully, this professor wasn’t one to save the most important parts of the course for 9am on a Friday nor set a paper to be on his desk by Monday morning.
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held the door open for you. Granted, you never really expected him to,
but when it slammed shut in your face it nevertheless left a chill.
pedestrian gave you an apologetic glance, and you really wanted to tell them
you were definitely not with him, not the guy that walked just as fast
as he drove, mumbling a “come on” or huffing every few seconds when
you’d fallen behind, not the guy who seemed to be rushing to get away from you,
to the cover of the indoors. But then the sky opened its mouth a little
more and you started to feel a drizzle, the stranger was forgotten as you
ducked under the awning. And when you walked through the doors and saw
Harry still clad in his practice uniform brushing off the stares that seemed to
gravitate towards him, you thought, perhaps you wouldn’t completely mind if you
were with him. You waited a little awkwardly by the door along with the
other normal people waiting their turn in the long line Harry had
assumedly skipped. He stood confidently, like he was standing in his
living room and not like he’d just jumped to the front on one of Kean’s busiest
nights, and you watched curiously as he spoke to the hostess who had the whole
Urban Outfitter wardrobe and Tumblr girl pout going on.
you clearly weren’t going for.
gestured behind him with a little look your way, and the hostess followed his
gaze, you offered a small smile and saw her brows knit together a bit in what
you could only guess was distaste. It stung, but you were more focused on
the way he leaned towards her just the slightest to say something a little
lower, and the way her pout suddenly turned up with a giggle from his huskily-spoken
way his smile broke into a smug grin as he took in her change of mood.
his focus with the hostess to look back at you, still looking as smug as ever,
and you cursed yourself for following him when he tossed his head to come
closer. Truly, it killed you a bit to follow this arrogant panty-dropper,
and you mumbled little apologizes to the people you (not so elegantly) brushed
past to get there. You hated the stupid pangs of jealousy at his intimate
actions with the hostess when in reality his words were completely meaningless,
a means to an end. Actually, you should be trying to warn the girl before
it was too late and she was spread on his bed like a sloppy PB&J and
thrown in the trash the next morning by a kid who decided he didn’t like the
way the jelly and the peanut butter ran off the edges.
hostess was quickly leading you through the filled tables to the only open
space and when you saw it you wanted to roll your eyes. The largest booth
at the back of the room, and somehow it had Harry written all over it.
That hostess must’ve been a yoga instructor or an acrobat because you
were downright struggling to maneuver through everything that quick and Harry,
surprisingly, was gracious enough to wait for you.
wait by the door?” he asked. And if you weren’t smarter, you would’ve
thought you heard the smallest sliver of concern.
too ridiculously crowded. But it looks like that wasn’t a problem for
you,” you observed.
friends.” His tone was dismissive, but you couldn’t trust it.
found its way to your waist to help you forward and you couldn’t quite swivel
out of it in the narrow spaces between chairs and tables.
isn’t a date Styles.”
said it was,” he countered. “M’not cheap enough to take a girl here
fo’ a date. Plus you’re m’tutor now aren’t yeh? ‘M not that kinky.”
forgot you were rich. Would you fly her to Spain for dinner then?” you
scoffed, but you were cringing at how you couldn’t mask your sudden sour mood.
d’yeh like Spain?”
almost seriously questioned if he would and mumbled a never mind.
You never really thought about how rich Harry was, you knew his family
was well-known for something, and you were pretty sure it was a big
something. But you’d just never been sure what. For all you knew,
he could own half the oil rigs in Texas and own two private planes. The
rich weren’t exactly scarce in your town, actually it was normal for you to see
Ferraris and Rolls-Royces at the grocery store on the daily, and Harry’s family
was definitely situated at the top of the rich hierarchy. You reckoned
his family had a collection of exotic cars.
hostess quickly called a waiter over to clear the table and her persistent
glances towards Harry when you slid into the booth set you in a petulant mood.
He’d probably fly the hostess to Spain. He’d probably be kinky
with the hostess in Spain.
in beside you and his hands brushed against yours as he did so, a tingle
running up your sides from the gentle touch.
m’not into role play, but you’d still look sexy in a pencil skirt,” he murmured
practically choked on air, and before you could mumble an incoherent what?
his eyes were already back on the hostess. Bright with laughter.
And anything but innocent.
all set. Let me know if there’s anything I can do for you,” she said.
And the way she looked directly at Harry with a coy smile and
nonchalantly leant down to accentuate her ample cleavage made you think that
yes, she really did mean anything.
Em. ‘M glad you’re workin’ tonight,” he said warmly, with that crooked smile
that could charm the knickers off your gran. Em. The
intimacy in which he spoke those words was twisting the knife lodged deep in
everything that came out of his mouth this seductive-sounding? You
weren’t making this up were you? You couldn’t possibly.
usual?” she asked, in that familiar way that made you grit your teeth with annoyance.
sure yet, we’ll get back to yeh soon,” he sent her a little wink and you swore
she actually swooned. A small flustered smile befell her and Harry
was watching it all, his charming persona never faltering. “Well when you
figure it out you know where to find me,” she said, turning her head and
wiggling her hips a little too much when she walked away.
Her long blonde hair was perfectly curled and you were envious of
how it seemed to fall so naturally, swish each way when she walked. For a
moment, you regretted throwing your hair in a bun.
suddenly ran his hands up and down his face once and leant back with a sigh,
your body tensing just the slightest when you sensed his arm fall just above
treat all your friends like that?” you asked. You couldn’t help it, the
seed had been planted and it was going to nag at you all night if you didn’t
just ask him. Besides, there was no harm in it - nothing was ever going
to happen between him and you so there was no need to be bashful.
the tug at his cheeks. “Yeah, friends. I stop in every now and
then.” He stopped to think a moment. “She got sloppy drunk once but that night
was just a mistake all ‘round I reckon.”
imagine you have a lot of those,” you mused.
never be with a woman too fucked up to enjoy it,” he said shortly. “She came
onto me and she was proper embarrassed about it all the next day when I told
her what ‘appened, apologized and everythin’.”
you telling me this?”
shrugged before looking at you with an amused glimmer lighting his eyes.
“You’re the one who wanted to know.”
never-” your denial faltered. Had you asked him? “You don’t
need to tell me about your sex life,” you said quickly, covering up your
glares yeh were givin’ her said otherwise, but don’t go on and blush about it,
m’flattered s’all.” The cocky grin broke across his face and the knife
you’d felt in your stomach quickly melted by a fire you weren’t quite sure you
wanted to acknowledge at the moment.
we’re inside though, startin’ t’rain now innit?” His eyes never left you, and
you felt forced to look outside the windows now wet from their natural shower.
you sighed. It hit you for a moment where this conversation was going and
suddenly you laughed loudly. “I refuse, absolutely refuse, to talk
about the weather with you Harry. Let’s…” You reached for your bag that
he finished for you.
you muttered. Harry quirked an eyebrow. “I forgot the books,” you
whispered as the realization sunk in. You could’ve sworn you’d brought
them to the field, but you’d been in such a rush to get over there and then
you’d ran back to put on a light coat of makeup… they were in your bag on your
bed. Along with your wallet.
hadn’t said anything, but as he took in your crushed face, he barked a laugh
and shook his head a bit. “That’s classic, absolutely classic.”
Your hand shot out to shove him, but he dodged it and it only made
your scowl deepen. “Harry! You’re laughing at your own failed
English grade right now,” you whined.
laughter subsided but only after mumbling an unbelievable under his
breath. “S’alright, we can still talk about it yeah? ‘M sure yeh
got loads of stuff in that pretty head o’ yours.” The word pretty slipped
out before he could stop it, and unnoticed by you, everything about him froze.
The screeching of your alarm clock wakes you up. Five o’clock. Niall had specifically asked for you to wake up early, you weren’t entirely sure why. But he said he had something planned. Who were you to say no?