Fallen

Bumping into a local stranger can just be an average thing. You see them a lot, you might even pop in a little hello every now and then.
But when this person has fallen deeply for you, what is there to do?
Meet 'local stranger', or as some might say, Harry Styles.

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5. Gathering? Bollocks.

[Harry's P.O.V]

 

Well fuck, that lesson was hard.

"Hey babe," Amanda strolls towards me and wraps me in a huge hug, "how was your lesson?"

"Hey, it was pretty tough to be honest, how was yours?"

"Yeah, mine was good. So are you coming to grab a coffee with me?" She asks, holding my hand.

"I cant, I've gotta get back because Connor needed me to help him fix his computer or something." Just a little white lie.

"Oh, he's probably cancelled because he told me that he was going out with some of his mates?" she says with a frown on her face.

"I've got to clean my room though as well, so there's that.."

"I can help!"

"Its more of a one man thing. But er, I'll see you later babe"

"Ugh, your such a tease," she prods my dimple, "well whatever, see you later." She plants a kiss on my cheek and walks outside, reaching into her bag.

 

 When I finish cleaning my room, and watching a few films, I realize that the time has gone well past 6. I hop into the shower, and as soon as the water hits my head, my hair goes infront of my eyes and blocks my vision. Whilst washing my body, I stare at my growing collection of tattoos. They all mean a lot to me. My friends have always criticized them and said they're stupid. Everytime they take the piss, I really want to tell them each and every meaning of them, but I know they would just take the piss even more. I've always wanted to be that kind of person who didn't really care what people thought of them, but.. I just don't think I am.

 I wrap a towel round my lower half and begin to dry my hair. The heat of the hairdryer burns my head, making me feel a little light headed. I stand up and look through a pile of clothes. I slip on some black skinny jeans and a black shirt. I push my hair back in a quiff, before putting on some scruffy, trusty boots. I grab my keys and head off out the door. Party time.

 

[Victoria's P.O.V]

 

What to wear, what to wear?

I've only ever been to one of these gatherings before, and we had to leave early because Adele had punched her boyfriend, wait, ex-boyfriend, in the face. She gets very angry when she's drunk. Honestly, I've no idea why I agreed to come, I know that it'll just end up bad again.

  I pick out a jumper with a few sequins on, and slip on some skinny jeans. Just the average blue ones, nothing special. Plus, I gurantee someone will throw up on them, so I guess its good that I don't dress up too smart. I slip on my trusty old boots and wait for Adele. I honestly don't think that there will be that many of us. Adele hasn't really lied before, apart from when she told me she was having a Halloween party, or the time when- okay you get my point.

There's a knock at the door. Adele is stood there with curled hair, fake eyelashes, red lipstick and a neon pink tight dress with some black high heels.

"Um Vic, why aren't you dressed nice?"

"I am, this is nice." I defend.

"But aren't you gonna-"

"I'm fine. Nice to see you too, Adele," I remark.

"Sorry honey. Right, my car is down here, lets go!"

 

 

  I've no idea where we are, it's one of the other dorms. She leads me up to the roof and its pretty empty. On the roof there's a hall. And inside the hall? You guessed it.

 

[Harry's P.O.V]

 

"Party and bullshit, and party and bullshit and party and bullshit and party and party!" Amanda screams at the top of her voice. She dances against me and its a lovely feeling. "Do you want a drink, babe?" She asks.

"Yeah, okay. Just a lemonade for me though."

"Oh you're so boring!" she stumbles her way over to the bar and giggles at herself.

I sit down on one of the sofas, a snogging couple opposite me. I wince slightly before Amanda returns with the drinks.

"So, have you heard from Gemma recently?"

"Yeah, she's doing great."

"And your Mum?"

"She's fine. She joined a swimming club a few weeks back so it's nice that she's got a hobby going you know?"

"Yeah"

 

 

[Victoria's P.O.V]

 

Gathering? Bollocks.

 

When Adele opens the door, dozens of people are dancing under the lights, music blaring, drunken idiots waving their hands.

"WAHEEEEY!!" A thin, goodlooking man greets us.

"Louis, hi!" Adele chirps.

"Long time, no see, love," he smiles at her, "and who's this young lady, I don't recall seeing her before?"

"I'm Victoria" I mumble awkwardly.

"Well lovely to meet you Victoria, would you like a drink?"

"Ok, just a er, lemonade please."

"Oh Vicky, would you grow up? You're not 6! Louis, get her a vodka," Adele remarks. Bitch.

"Um, okay." I can tell Louis is slightly scared of Adele. I would be too. She is rather.. gobby.

I follow Louis to the bar and he says hello to a short, blonde haired girl. Her name is Amanda. She whispers something in his ear and laughs before picking up her drink and walking off. I look to see where she walks. She sits down next to a curly haired, green eyed boy. Harry, from the bakery.

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