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.


9. Chapter 9

My classes go by so slowly during the week. I am happy when I walk out of class on Friday, thankful that I'm not busy on the weekend.

I see Harry coming down towards me, so I make a beeline to the coffee shop to avoid anything from happening. Of course he comes in and stands in line.

"Um, tea. Plain." He states plainly. I open my book, trying to avoid eye contact.

A finger hooks the middle of my book, forcing me to look up into the green eyes of my arch enemy.

"Oh, hey." I say, trying to act calm even though I want to say so many things to him.

"Hey, Stephanie." He says with a smirk I have grown to hate.

"May I help you, or do you just want me to punch you before you go on your way?" I say, proud of my witty little line. Though now that I replay it in my mind, it was so stupid. He laughs, sadly. Trust me, I want him to leave in tears.

"I like you. You're so-naive." He states as he pulls a chair out and helps himself to the plate of cookies in front of me. I give him a glare, but decide to let it slide. His fingers grasp another cookie, making me a little more anixous to make contact with his face. No, Steph, he wants you to do something so he can make you look like a little stupid idiot. Don't, just don't.

"Want a cookie?" I say, sliding the plate over to him. He shrugs.

"Nah, I'm on a diet." He says.

"Me too. I insist." I shoot back. He doesn't need a diet, he's great. Wait, WHAT? I didn't say that, okay? It was an evil demon from Harry.

"Okay, I guess I'll have one." He says, his fingers grasping a cookie before taking a bite of it. I gritted my teeth at the sight of this know-it-all eatting my hard earned cookies. Who does he think he is? Those cookies cost me a fortune.

"You know, I'm out of water. Would you mind getting some for me?" I say, scooting my plastic cup over to him. His eyes meet mine, softening ever so slightly.

"Sure." He says. "Two can play at this game." He says before standing and walking over to the soda fountain. I watch as his finger presses down on the little water tab. A smile plays on his face when he realizes I am watching him. Oh, now he has eyes on the back of his head. Just great.

I turn around, realizing I've been caught, and search for something else to look at. I finally decide to look at my non existant nails. A finger forces my chin up, my eyes looking right into his.

He pauses for a second, our breathing connecting.

"Here's your water." He says before backing away and picking at the cookie on his napkin. Wow, that was-just wow.

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