wrong bed |h.s. au|

01.

"Do you really have to leave me?" My Aunt Margie asked me. Her big blue eyes pleading with me not to leave.

She's the most beautiful woman that I've ever seen, apart from my mother. They both looked so similar with large blue eyes and dark, straight hair.

After my parents had died in a car accident, Aunt Margie took over full custody of me. I was 9 years old. Ever since that day, we've been inseparable which makes me hesitant to leave her alone. I loved this woman more than anything in the world.

"Yes, Aunt Margie," I laughed, despite the growing lump in my throat. "I've got to do this for myself."

"I know, I know. I'm just teasing you. But really, I wouldn't be opposed to you staying home and us eating Reese's and binge watching Friends for the rest of our lives." My aunt said seriously before we both busted into giggles. She was so sassy. A trait I most definitely inherited from her.

"I wish! But I need to be an adult and make something of my life." I said as I packed up the last of my clothes into my suitcase.

We were both quiet as we walked down the stairs and out the front door.

Syracuse University was just a few hours away from home so it wouldn't be too bad of a travel if I got homesick.

Aunt Margie and I stared at each other for a minute before we both started crying and hugged each other.

"I'm going to miss you so much!" She sniffled, hugging me tighter against her small frame. Smallness ran in our family. My mother, aunt, and myself all stood at 5'1.

"I'm going to miss you too, Auntie M!" I choked out.

We stood in each other's embrace and cried for a bit before I checked the time on my phone.

"I have to go or I'm going to be late for registration."

"Okay baby, let me know as soon as you arrive, okay?" She said sternly.

I laughed at her serious expression. "I will! I love you so much!" I tighten my grip on her before we both pull back to look at each other.

"I love you too, sweetheart! And good luck!"

And with that, I got into my car and I was on my way to start my life at Syracuse University.

***

"Indie Miller." I tell the woman behind the table as I walk up when it's finally my turn.

She checks my ID and does all the necessary paperwork before marking my name off the list and handing me an info packet with all my dorm information and a Syracuse U. tee shirt.

"Welcome to Syracuse University." She says rather dully. You can tell she's been doing this all morning.

I thank her and turn around to survey the campus. It was packed with new students and their misty-eyed families which stood out among the returning students who dodged the newer ones as they tried to get to their next class. Everything was so busy, new and exciting. My eyes stopped on a group of frat guys. They were your typical fraternity stereotype: loud, proud, rowdy, and extremely good looking. They were most definitely not new. They seemed very at ease as they scrutinized the passing freshmen loudly. Surrounding the group of guys was an equally attractive group of girls. They hung obnoxiously onto them, laughing nasally at everything they said.

There was no way in hell they were that funny.

I resisted the urge to roll my eyes but I suddenly felt self-conscious. Did I look as lost as I felt? Was my outfit okay? I had just threw on my black skinny jeans with a black band tee and a black fitted blazer to go over it. And of course my trusty black converse. My long, dark brown hair fell messily in waves past my shoulders and down my back. I never really took the time to do anything else to it. My simple makeup routine of mascara and Chapstick suddenly had me feeling naked.

Shit. I have to walk right by them to get to my dorm!

I felt like this was high school all over again; constantly worried about what someone thought but too prideful to let them know I cared.

I shook my head, clearing my thoughts.

Fuck that shit.

This isn't high school and I'm not a gangly child anymore. I'm a woman.

Well, for the most part.

I mentally rolled my eyes at myself.

I picked up my suitcase and rookie a breath. This couldn't be too bad. Could it?

I started walking quickly with my head down past the group.

Maybe if I could just make it past them quickly without drawing too much attention to my-

"Hey Freshy, you like what you see?" A guys voice called from the group.

I stopped dead in my tracks, turning around to see if he could be talking to someone else.

"Yeah, I'm talking to you." He said cockily, his melodic voice laced with a British accent.

Shit. He must've caught me staring earlier.

Okay, don't panic. Just play it cool.

I silently turned bitch mode on as I took a deep breath and straightened my shoulders. I let a confident smirk slip onto my face before turning around towards the group who were now laughing at the cocky dick who called me out.

A surprised look took over the cocky smirk that was on his face as I strolled over to the group confidently.

On the inside, my heart was beating out of my chest, but you would never be able to tell it from looking at me.

He raised an eyebrow and smiled at me as I stopped right in front of him. The entire group was silenced, except the occasional hushed whisper asking if I was crazy.

I took this opportunity to really look him over. Making sure that he knew exactly what I was doing. He was a good seven or eight inches taller than I was. His light brown hair was messy and his blue eyes were sparkling with mischief and a bit of excitement. His face had a five o'clock shadow that begged to be touched. Tattoos littered his tanned chest and arms that were being showed off in his sleeveless white shirt. He paired his shirt with ball shorts and a pair of black vans. He was fucking hot.

I met his gaze confidently before I leaned in closer to his ear. He bit his lip in anticipation.

"You'll be the first to know if I see something I like." I purred to him before pulling back and turning on my heels to go back to my luggage and continue my search for my dorms.

I hear the group of guys bust into a chorus of 'Oh!'s' and 'Damn!'s'. The girls just scoffed and rolled their eyes. I hear him say, "Holy shit, that was hot."

His footsteps fall quickly in behind mine as he scrambles to catch up to me.

"Hey! Wait up!" His delicious accent called as he caught up.

I carelessly stopped walking and turned slowly around, raising my eyebrow at him. "Yes?"

"I never caught your name." He said smoothly, a charming smile taking over his features.

"I never gave you one." I quipped back at him.

He laughed. His smile reaching his eyes. "I'm Louis. Louis Tomlinson." He stuck out his hand for me to shake.

I looked down at his outstretched hand before I smirked. "Indie Miller." I said before putting my small hand into his.

Louis lifted my hand to his mouth before placing a gentle kiss on the back of it. His facial scruff slightly scratched across my skin. I got chills but managed to hide it well as I rolled my eyes.

I withdrew my hand before turning around to retrieve my bags. "Later, Tomlinson." I called over my shoulder, a triumphant smile plastered on my lips as he asked,

"When can I see you again?"

I turned around and kept walking backwards as I replied, "In your dreams." I winked and laughed before turning back around.

Louis laughed loudly, running a hand through his hair. "Oh Indie, you have no idea."

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