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.


3. Chapter 3

We arrive at the party and Harry quickly disappears into the crowd. Ash is quickly hammered and I have no where to go. I grab my drink of water and walk around.

"Heeeeeeeeey." A guy with a cliff and a little bit on blonde mixed in with his black hair slurs.

"Hey." I step back a little ways from the guy who is obviously drunk. 

"I'm Zaaaayn." He trips over his own feet before sitting down. 

"Steph." I say as I try to get away from him. 

"Steph?" I sober English voice asks me curiously.

I turn around to see a mop of curls staring back at me. 

"Zayn, leave her alone." He says harshly, pulling me behind him. 

"Relax, Haaazaaaa." 

"Zayn, sit." He says. I laugh, but cover my mouth so that I don't appear rude. Harry shoots me a look before pushing Zayn onto the couch. "Sleep." He commands him like a dog. Harry takes my arm and pulls me out of the room. 

"Thanks, Harry." I say before walking away. 


"Steph! Steph, come here!" Niall calls to me. I push through the crowds until he takes my hand and pulls me next to him. "Have a shot." He says as I sit down with him and a small group including: Niall, Harry, Ash, and some random chick whispering into Harry's ear. 

"No, no thank you. I don't drink." I say and try to change the subject.

"Come on, just one shot. It won't hurt!" 

"She's not going to do it." Harry comments to the girl. 

"Alright, just one." I say. I take the bottle of vodka.  I press it to my lips and feel the burning liquid go down my throat. 

I gasp at the horrible taste. Niall takes the bottle and chugs it.

Everyone laughs except for myself and Harry. I look at him until his eyes give me an angry glare.

It gets handed back to me a few times and then I was drunk. I stumbled around until I found the bathroom and puked. Somebody knocked on the door, so I wiped my mouth clean with water and then a towel and opened the door. Harry's green eyes looked into mine. 

"You can stay here for the night. There's a room four rooms down and to the right." 

"Thank you." I say and go down to the room. There is a sleeping drunk in the room, but he won't be waking up any time soon.

I lay down. 

"Well, well, well. Who are you, beautiful?" My eyes shoot open to the drunk. I go to a sitting position, but he grabs my wrists. "Shh. I'm not going to hurt you. Let's just have some fun." He slurs. Only one thing comes to find. I kick him as hard as I can and run out the door.

"Get back here!" He yells. I run the only place I can. I run to Harry's room.

"Harry! Harry open the door!" I shout as I pound on the door and jiggle the door handle. 

The door swings open and Harry stand in front of me, rubbing his eye. 

"This guy..." I say and look down the hallway. Harry looks out and the man stops and walks away. What was that?

"Do you know him?" I ask curiously as I adore his body in his boxers. 

"Yes, come inside." He pulls me in his room and shuts the door, locking it behind him. 

He walks over to his bed and sits down. "Did he touch you?" He asks.

"Just my wrists. I was so stupid to go in there. He was so..." My voice drifts off.

"Don't cry." He whispers and walks over to me, pulling me up. "Come here." He continued to whisper. He pulls me in for a hug. I continue to cry as he walks back to his bed, carrying me bridal style. He sets me down gently and puts the blanket on me. To my surprise, he walks to the other side and hops in the bed too. 

"Well you don't expect me to sleep on the floor, do you?" 

"No, I was just...thankful..again." I move closer to him, feeling safe in his arms. I rest my head on his shoulder, to which he doesn't object. "Thank you, Harry. Thank you." I whisper and kiss his shoulder. 


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