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.


2. Chapter 2

I turn on my laptop and search through Netflix for something good to watch. The wifi is horrible, so I end up just going to sleep right away.

I get disturbed when somebody opens the door. I assume it's Ash, so I don't worry about it until I hear a deep voice cough. I turn on my lap and see Harry sitting in a chair facing my direction.

"What do you want, Harry?" I say, observing that Ash isn't with him. "And how did you get in?"

"So many questions. I think I'll answer the third one." He says.

"There wasn't a third." I simply reply, a hint of annoyance escaping.

"Exactly." He says, giving me a smug look.

"Seriously, what do you want?"

"Relax, I'm waiting for Ash. We're going to a party and Ash said she needed a ride. If you're coming you need to change out of your grandma's clothing first."

"So you seriously woke me up to insult my choice of pajamas? Let me check again- oh, I don't care about your opinion." I snap.

"Woah, take a joke, Stephanie."

"Do not call me Stephanie." I grit my teeth. I already hate this guy.

He smiles and spins in my chair. Oh, I'm sorry-my chair. Not his. Mine. 

"Get the hell out of here, Harry." I say, exasperated to the maximum. 

"Woah, somebody is a grouch."

"Somebody is going to be in pain if they don't let me sleep." I say before tossing a pillow at his face. He catches it and throws it back. I refuse to do this playful banter, especially since he is a selfish asshole. 


Ash comes in the door right before I murder Harry, which would have involved a hair dryer and a styling brush. 

"You should come, Steph. Just one!" Ash begs me as she drenches herself in perfume. 

"Nah, I'm good." I say as I relax on my bed. Ash gives Harry a look and he rolls his eyes. He gets up, comes over to my bed, and hoists me up and off of it.

"Get ready for the" He is serious. His eyes get darker, dark enough when I could swear a demon was in him. 


I begin to put on a plain dress when Ash stops me.

"Not even to my funeral are you wearing that. Here, this suits your sexy body." Ash said with a wink. She gave me a dress that I would only wear if I had claimed the title 'whore.' It wasn't even to mid thigh and Harry's eyes were proof enough that this wasn't a good idea. 

God only knows how, but I walked out wearing the dress. Harry walked as quickly as possible, keeping twenty feet away from me. 


"What's his problem?" I ask Ash.

"Oh, you know. Guy stuff. Harry isn't always the best person to be with. He can be a pain or a lot of fun." She simply replied before ducking into the car. 

"I think I want the fun version." I mouth to her, getting detected by Harry, of course. He stared at me through the rear-view mirror before putting the car into drive and accelerating. 

"You're going to have the time of your life tonight, Steph."

I raise my eyebrows as I think of what I'll probably end up doing: sit outside drinking some coke and looking at the sky thinking why I am here. My subconscious tells me. I can be such a support team for myself sometimes.  

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