Meet Me In the Hallway

We had made love earlier that day with no strings attached, but I could tell that something had changed - how you looked at me then.


A story in which a college student and an ex-performer are brought together at a downtown bar by a twist of fate.

*characters are not affiliated with real people, just their physical appearances and anything stated*

[WARNING: Strong language, Drug abuse, Sexual content]

copyright © justins_only_babe 2017



4. four

= Layne =


Light shines softly through my window. I open my eyes slowly and see the sun rising over the city. It's such a beautiful sight. The oranges and deep reds that paint the sky remind me of home and fill me with a sense of belonging.


I belong here. This is where I'm meant to be.


I take a deep breath, and when I do, an arm tightens around my waist. My eyes widen and I don't move. I look down carefully and see that I'm naked. Then the events from last night hit me. Those eyes hit me. Harry Styles. That's who is holding me like I would disappear if he let go. I move my arm closer to my body and the other arm around me vanishes.


Harry sits up and sighs heavily. I close my eyes. I feel him get up from my bed and then my duvet falls over me. His footsteps are quiet against my floors but the wood creaks beneath him. I can hear him putting his jeans on. Then I hear a few sighs and a few 'fuck's and then I hear his bag open, the clicks of his boots, and my door unlock, open, and close.


I turn over when the room is silent and fall into the warmth that Harry left. I can still smell him - cheap cologne and cigarettes. God, this is what heaven feels like.




Monday morning, my alarm is blaring in my ear. I roll over and groan, turning off the racket. For a moment, I lay in my bed with my eyes closed. I do not want to get up. I do not want to go to school. I do not want to do anything today. After a heavy sigh, I pull my eyes open and lift myself out of bed. The sun hasn't begun to shine over the city. It's the first time, since I moved in, that I've woken up before the sun.


When I get in the shower, I start to get angry at myself because why the hell did I make my classes start at 7:30? This is literally the dumbest shit I've ever done and I regret it every second that I'm awake. After my shower, I dry myself off and throw my hair up in the towel. I walk out to my dresser and pull out a pair of black high-waisted shorts and and dark grey t-shirt with a faded design on it. I tie a knot in the bottom the shirt so it looks cropped.


My makeup is done quickly and I'm out of the house by 6:45. My hair is damp as I walk out of my apartment. The walk from my place to campus isn't too bad. Especially this early in the morning, when barely anyone is out. My classes on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday end at noon, so I have to rest of the day to myself. Unfortunately, I work all but one day this week. But money is money and I'm broke, so it's nice.


My first class is creative writing and it seems like a joke. The professor is just as tired as the rest of us. He told us he'd give us twenty minutes at the beginning of every class to get whatever was going on in our heads out. Whether it be a dream we had, stresses for that day, an idea we had in the shower, or whatever. He lets us go early after he reviews the syllabus - which is online.


My next class is supposed to be ten minutes after creative writing, but today it's thirty minutes after. I walk to the student union and stop by the cafeteria to get coffee. The person after me orders a black tea and for some reason all I can see is green eyes.


I remember green eyes, soft lips, rough hands, and smooth skin. Flashes of messy hair and silver rings come to mind and my heart feels heavy.


After Harry left Friday morning, I expected him to come back. I'm not sure why, but I did. I fell back asleep for another couple hours and my sheets still smelled like him when I woke up. There was just something about the way he talked that made me feel comfortable. Everything about him was so easy. Talking to him felt like talking to an old friend I hadn't seen in awhile. His smile was so warm and his jokes were so stupid. It's hard to believe that a man like that actually exists. He's going to make someone very happy one day, I just hope they deserve him.


"Layne!" The barista calls me out of my thoughts. I smile at him and take my drink.


The rest of the day goes by pretty quickly. My other three classes are let out early like the first one. My professors seem pretty laid back and cool. The classes seem simple - a lot easier than the classes at the community college I went to last year. I didn't talk to anyone today, no one said anything to anyone at all. I'm hoping to make some friends here. I left my hometown and moved to the city, there has to be someone that will be my friend.


My apartment is still a mess when I get home. Not very surprising, I don't have a cleaning lady and I'm the only one who is ever here -except for the occasional one night stand. I take off my boots and start collecting my clothes from the floor. Each article of clothing is tossed into my laundry basket until the floor is visible. I go to fix my bed, then realize that I never put sheets on it. My legs carry me to my small linen closet and I grab the first sheets I see. They're white with little, doodled cat faces and stars across them. I find white pillow cases and don't bother putting a duvet cover on. It's white, and super soft, so there really isn't a point in putting something over it.


Next is the kitchen. I put all of my dishes in the dishwasher and run it. I find a washcloth to wipe down the counter. There isn't much else, when the dishes are done I'll have to put them away, but for now it's clean. My living room is completely clean, untouched. I haven't sat in my living room since I unpacked it, so there is no reason for it to be dirty.


Looking at my tiny apartment, I feel satisfied with my quick clean. My laundry basket will remain in its place until Friday after class. It isn't too full, so I'll wait until the end of the week.




Before I go to work, I change into jeans instead of shorts and freshen up my makeup. The rest of my day was pretty laid back. I read through the syllabuses online and looked for a new book to order. I ended up putting four books in my cart, having to choose one. Finally, I decided on a daring romance novel about a girl who moves in with her brother and begins having a strictly sexual relationship with her brother's friend across the hall. Quite saucy if you ask me.


My boots are slid onto my feet before I walk out of my apartment and I have an odd feeling of accomplishment today. As I'm walking down the stairs, a guy with fairly long, blonde hair and broad shoulders walks by me. He gives me a slight nod and continues his ascend.


When I walk into the bar, it's really fucking empty. There are a few people in the dining area, eating dinner with some friends. I move to the back wall and clock in, then I put my purse away. My phone sits in my back pocket - as always - and I head out to the bar. Nicole is talking to someone as I approach the entrance. It's a young man. He has light brown hair, is taller than me, and is kind of thin. I smile at Nicole as I walk by and she stops me.


"Layne, this is Seth. He's our new bus boy." Nicole smiles proudly at the young man.


His eyes are bright blue and he seems friendly. "Hi, I'm Seth."


"He's my nephew, and single." She winks at me and I laugh lightly.


"I'm Layne, it's nice to meet you." I smile and continue walking behind the bar.


The rest of the night is slow. Seth walks over to me after the only people left in the bar leave and sits down on a stool.


"This job blows." He groans.


I lean against the counter that holds the liquor and nod. "I know. Thursday through Saturday we're pretty busy, and every other day is bullshit."


He throws his hands up in annoyance, "great! I only work Mondays, Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Sundays. I'm going to be bored out of my mind."


"Except for Thursday," I say pointedly.  He smiles and drums lightly against the counter. "So, Seth, tell me about yourself."


"Uh," he looks up, as if the reply to my statement is on the ceiling. "I'm twenty, that's why I can't work at the bar. My aunt got me the job because my other job wasn't paying enough to support me and she wanted to help. I'm from Ohio. And that's pretty much it."


I nod and cross my arms over my chest. "Nice. I've never been to Ohio, it seems absolutely riveting," I say sarcastically.


"Oh yeah," he plays along, "we've got two amusement parks, the Cleveland Rock and Roll Hall of Fame, corn, and an aquarium."


"I thought the aquarium was in northern Kentucky?"


"I thought you've never been to Ohio?"


I laugh at his comeback and he laughs along with me. We don't talk about much else. Nicole comes over and tells him to wipe down tables and sweep. I'm kind of disappointed, Seth is really fun to talk to.


Eventually, a group of people come in and start ordering drinks. More people file inside and take seats at tables in the dining room. This is the busiest Monday I've worked and it's a little odd. I don't care though. When people come to the bar, they leave me tips and the more tips I get, the more pay I get. I've already gotten a pay raise because I'm apparently one of the best bartenders they have. I get more tips than any other bartender - except Nicole of course, because everyone knows and loves her.


After the small rush, my shift goes by quickly and before I know it, I'm back home. As soon as I'm in the door, I strip down to my underwear and crawl into bed. I have to wake up early again tomorrow. Hopefully, tomorrow will go by just as quickly.



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