Prove It (H.S)

Chapter Two

Harry's POV~

All I can think about as I stare at the ceiling of my dorm is her. Her shy smile, ice blue eyes and full lips. The way her long blonde hair falls perfectly down her back and the way she creases her forehead when she scribbles something in her notebook. The more I think about Claire, the more I wish I had asked for her number after philosophy.

Philosophy.

Never did I think I would enjoy a class so much. I didn't enjoy it so intensely because of the discussion, which actually was pretty good, but it was because of her. I got to look at her and talk to her. I got to memorize the rhythm of which she taps her pencil on her knee.

I don't really know why I'm so obsessed with a girl I hardly know, but she completely consumes my every thought. Louis continues to pester me about it and I begin to wonder why I didn't pick Niall as my roommate. "Ah, Harold my boy, if only you had gotten her number." He pushes, smirking at me. "Enough!" I snap, staring him down. He laughs and holds his hands up in defense.

I sigh. "I'm sorry, Lou. It's just I cant stop thinking about her." I run my fingers through my hair." My friend stands and walks over to the mini-fridge. He tosses me a Sprite and opens his mouth to speak.

"You're really fucked up about this. Well, good news is, you have a few classes a week with her, so it's not like you'll never see her again." I nod in agreement. Honestly, the idea of having class with her again is the only thing stopping me from finding her wherever she may be on campus and begging for her number.

Claire's POV~

I'm so distracted by my thoughts from class today that I hardly notice the girl behind the counter of the coffee stand holding her hand out with my change.

"Oh, sorry," I take the coins from her and hurry away from the stand. The hot beverage helps soothe my nerves and relaxes me slightly. Philosophy was so amazing. Harry made the class so much better than I had ever imagined it could be. He was so intelligent and shared all the same thoughts as I did, not to mention he is so sexy when he's concentrated.

I continue to walk towards my dorm when I hear a voice call my name. I immediately recognize the soft Irish accent. "Claire?" I turn around to see the blonde haired boy. "Hey," I smile at him. He moves up next to me.

"So...what's up?" He seems nervous, his eyes looking everywhere but at me. "I'm good, just heading to my dorm to study. You?" He slips his hands into his pockets and shrugs. "Nothing much. Just procrastinating over the paper I have to write for Business." I nod.

"So...um...you know Harry's hot for you?" My eyes widen at the seemingly shy boy's word choice. I begin to play with my hair, gosh, I really need to stop doing that. "I uh, what?" Niall's face is reddening. He shakes his head."I don't know why I said that." I nervously laugh but it comes out as more of a cough. "It's okay, well this is my room so..." He waves me off,"Bye Claire." I smile at him. "Bye."

I quickly turn my key into the lock and throw my bag onto the floor. Moments like this make me thankful that I don't have to share a room. I begin to think about my very short and awkward conversation with Niall.

Why would he tell me that Harry likes me? Or as he stated it, is hot for me? Harry surely wouldn't like to know that Niall said anything so I decide to keep it a secret, even Niall didn't seem comfortable telling me. I push the thought to the back of my head and open my philosophy book and start reading.