Harry Styles Fanfiction-----Steph is nervous on her first day of college. She is leaving her wonderful boyfriend to fend for himself until they visit each other again. At WSU she meets Harry, a man with too many tattoos and piercings. But when they get to know each other they realize that they are completely different.


17. Chapter 17

"Mr. Styles, if you'd be so kind as to pay attention!" Our professor shouts and pulls me back to the painful reality of being in college. Damn college, damn professors, damn this classroom, and damn that piece of gum under the desk that my hand just touched.

"Nah, I'm good. I learned that shit on the board already." I lie. I have no interest in agreeing with this smart ass teacher. 

"Oh, really? Well tell us what this 'shit' is then, Styles." Ouch, just using the last name? Burn.. 

"A bunch of people who I don't care about because they're all dead." I say curtly. 

She puts her hand on her hip and tries to luck like an important punk. "Harry, shut up and just be good." Steph's voice tells me in the back of my mind. I shake it away and wait for a response. "Harry, please." No, no, no, shut up, Steph's voice! I don't care! 

"Mr. Styles, do you have anything else to say?" She challenges. The door opens and I see Steph standing there. Fuck, she's good. 

"May I borrow Harry for a moment?" She says confidently and motions me to come to her. I smirk and grab all of the stuff I brought in: myself. She looks confused as the professor flips me off, getting the bird from me in return. 

"What was that about?" She rushes after I close the door. 

"Oh, we were just bonding." I laugh and wrap my arm around Steph's waist. 

"Harry, seriously. Did you piss her off?" Steph moves away from my side, earning a sigh from me. I pout my lips, trying to get out of this tough situation. 

"Harry, tell me or I'm leaving."

"Why do you always do that? You threaten me with the thought of you leaving because fuck, Steph, you know how much I need you and can't be without you for even an hour! Why do you constantly do this to me?" I yell, my anger boiling over. 

"H-Harry." She basically whispers. "I-I didn't know I was-"

"Just don't." I say and walk away from her. I see her reflection in the glass window. She isn't following me, she is in utter shock. Yes, that's how I feel. Surprise, surprise. 



Steph's POV


I call Harry's phone over and over again. I haven't cried yet. I won't cry, I just won't. If he knew I had cried I would never forgive myself. It goes to voicemail yet again, and I sigh and toss my phone on my bed. It's useless. He's not going to respond any time soon. I feel so horrible for not following him. But I honestly didn't know what to do until about....well, I'll tell you when I've figured it out. 

"Harry, please answer. You need to respond sooner or later. Please make it sooner instead of later. Please call me back, or better yet, come over tonight so we can talk face to face instead of over a stupid phone. I love you, bye." My voice cracks and I sniffle as I hang up the phone. Dang it, there goes my last shred of big boy, here comes the little heartbroken girl. I curl up in a ball with my music and think about how much I miss him. Please, Harry, respond. 

I close my eyes and begin to drift to sleep. 

"WELCOME TO THE NEW AGE, TO THE NEW AGE. OH, OH, I'M RADIOACTIVE, RADIOACTIVE," my phone rings and my eyes shoot open, searching the bed for it. Finally I hit the Answer Call button and smile as I see it's Harry.

"Heeeeeey baby." He slurs. Great, I wanted MY Harry, not his drunken friend. 

"Harry, would you come over to the dorms, please." I control my voice.

"Suuuuuure, baby. Wanna play?" I scoff at his suggestive joke, but hold back my laughs to the best of my ability. 

"Harry, just get your ass over here." I say.

"Fine, fine. I'll be over in...five." He decides. Oh, great. 

"Can you drive yourself?"

"Of course I can drive myself. I'm a drunk, not a....drunken man."

"That's right, you're not a man, because men answer their phones instead of getting wasted to avoid the problem." I snap, then hang up, hoping to not make his anger return. My ringtone blasts again. Yeah, he's angry. I ignore it, deciding whatever he wants to say can be said in person. 



"STEPH." An angry voice roars as fists bang against my door. Shizballs. I should have left the last part of that phone call out..The door breaks, literally breaks, as in the hinges give out and someone walks in my room. His hands will surely be swollen tomorrow. He traps me against a wall, his breath rushed. 

"Harry, calm down." I stroke his arms, desperate to make him calm down. His hand makes contact with the wall next to my head. I do the only thing my hands can think of. I stroke my fingers of his...manhood. DON'T JUDGE ME. 

"Steph." He moans. Oh hell no. I stop and put my hands on his wrists. He tries to put my hands back again. 

"Sh, babe." I say as my lips brush over his. The smell of beer is strong on his breath as I kiss him. He pulls away all of a sudden and walks over to the door. Well, the door frame, actually, since the door is on the floor. He puts the door back on the hinges and locks it before walking back over to me. 

"Sorry." He mumbles and puts his hands on my waist. I smile a little bit as he picks me up, gesturing for me to straddle his torso. 

"It's okay. It's just a door." I say and kiss him. This is all I'll let him do, since he's drunk, but at least he gets to kiss me, right? 

"Steph." He begs before sitting on my bed.

"Harry." I tease in a seductive voice. He lays back on my bed but I roll off of him. He pouts as I throw a sweatshirt over my shirt. 

"Please." He slurs, reminding me that he is drunk. I smile and shake my head. 

"Let's watch a movie." I suggest and bring out a stack of movies. "How about Titanic?" I suggest as I hand the movies to him. His brow furrows as he looks at the movies.

"Your movies are shit." He laughs and tosses them on the floor, but then picks one back up. "THIS ONE!" Wow, my movies are shit? He jumps up and down like a little kid. 

"She's The Man?" I laugh and look at his movie choice. "A chick flick." I confirm as I put it in my laptop DVD player. He snuggles up to me and stares at the screen.

"What's taking it so long? I'll fix it." He slams my computer shut, and I hear a crack.

"Harry!" I shout as I grab my laptop.

"What? I'm restarting it!" 

I reopen my laptop to see a crack on the side of my laptop. Wow, he's strong. 

"Last time I let you touch my computer." I mumble and press play on the movie, thankful that is still actually works. "Darn you, Harry. You owe me a new laptop." I sigh as he positions himself next to me again. 

"Love you." He says before the movie starts.

"I can't believe you-" I begin. 

"SHHHH!" He says, telling me to shut up as the movie begins. 

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