My Partner for the Photography Project

Lauren has always been the girl sitting at the back of the class, and she likes it that way. Every year, her professor assigns the photography project, where you must room mate with your partner, and document their life in pictures, so it seems bad enough for her. But what will happen when her partner is Harry Styles?

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6. My Jaw Dropped to the Floor

HARRY'S POV

The next morning Lauren told me she was going to pick up some breakfast first thing, and after lying in bed for a while, I decided to shower.
I got in, and let the water pour over me. So much had happened in the last couple of days. I wonder if Lauren considers me a friend. Probably not, I was still a little crazy for her tastes.
I started to hum, and turned into the chorus of Kiss You from our second album. Luckily, Lauren wasn't in so I could do whatever I wanted.
I stepped out, and wrapped a towel around my waist, leaving the rest of my clothes on the floor. I unlocked the door, and walked into the kitchen, shivering from the cold air on my bare skin. I opened the fridge, and grabbed a carton of apple juice and started to pour a glass of it, when I heard a loud bang behind me.
I turned around, and there was Lauren, all of her text books spilled out on the floor, her eyes were wide, and her arms sticking out, where I guessed she had dropped her books.
After a moment, She got flustered when she realized what she looked like for that moment, and bent over to pick up her books.
I laughed at the look on hr face.
" shame i didn't have the camera then. Thought you were going to pick up breakfast?" I said, still smiling.
" I um, I forgot my books I was taking them, uh, back to my apartment."
She stuttered.
" oh okay. Will you get some more apple juice too?" I shook the empty bottle I had just guzzled.
" um yeah sure." she speed walked towards the door, and shut it behind her.
Okay. That was weird.
Really weird.
Was she okay?

LAUREN'S POV

As soon as I had left the residence,  I practically ran to my car, and got in, locking the door.
I put my hands on the wheel, and let out a deep breath.
What just happened?
Why do I feel like this?
I don't like Harry. I don't, I can't.
He's so,
Bad.
And I'm so...
Me.
No. I dont love Harry. I just.
Hormones. Yes. That's it.
But if it was just my thoughts, why was he occupying them so much?
When I saw Harry like that, I just had the urge to just kiss him, I don't even know what happened.
But it's Harry!
I can't.
It's just, not right.
I don't have time for a boyfriend, not that Harry would date me, but I have to focus on my studies and nothing. Not even Harry Styles, can get in my way.

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