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- Present -
{ Blue's POV }

* November, 2013 *

I'd never thought I'd be here in UCLA, one of the most hardest schools to get into, getting my degree and working in the medical unit.

I barely even get to see any of my friends back at home anymore, so I just interact with the people around school property. I don't know what it was, but people liked me tons here.
LA was a nice and busy city which was good enough for me.

I had a ton of colleges I applied to, and I told myself I'd go to the first one that accepted me, and that was UCLA.

What I loved about this university, was that there were a ton of frat house parties, where we got to see lots of cute fratboys. And lucky me, I was dating one of them, Dylan Matthews.

He's been checking me out ever since I even stepped foot here, and I used to think it was hilarious. I kept teasing him, every single party but then one night, he sang drunkenly for me, and I just, I kind of just... fell in love with him.

That night, I kissed him for the first time and it was good....
After that, we immediately clicked and started talking and joking around more constantly.
A few weeks after that, we made it official and now he was my boyfriend.

Yay, right?

The only turn offs about Dylan, was that he was a show off sometimes and he'd get a little overattached with me, but eh,
he was hot.


I was in my dorm room, finishing up my ten page essay that was due tomorrow. In silence, I concentratedly typed on my laptop when a knock came the door.

"Hannah, dont tell me you forgot your fucking key again?" I groaned.

Hannah was my roommate.

Another knock.
I sighed, what if it was this serial killer and I had no clue?

*Cue the scary music*

As I slowly neared the door, I dramatically swung it open only to find Dylan leaning on the door frame.

I gasped. He was not allowed to be here. Quickly, I tugged him in, closing the door behind him.

"Dylan, I don't want to get in trouble,"

"You won't, babe! I'll take the blame for it alright?"

I pursed my lips, shrugging. "What's up?"

"Decided to come see you," He smiled, me grinning as I neared him, kissing his lips slowly.

The kiss grew more hungry, my fingers tangling into his hair as our tongues collided heavily. His hands ran down my waist and to my bum as I lightly moaned once he squeezed teasingly.

"Mmm, wanna hook up tonight?" He smirked, caressing my cheek gently.

I shrugged, my nose brushing his. "Hannah's out for a basketball game and won't be back til' morning."

Dylan grins, kissing me once more. "Awesome, then,"

"Ugh, but I still got some serious work to do," I motioned at all the textbooks and papers scattered over my bed, like a tornado just took place.

"Damn," He mumbled which caused me chuckle. "I'll just hang out here for a bit."


{ Harry's POV }

"Marry me, Harry!"

"Ahh, I love you!''

"Oh my god, Harry, fuck me!"

I looked at the girl who lastly said that and winked at her. I literally watched her swoon and smirked.
I've slept with tons of girls before.. But the one that seemed to be different from all my experiences?

Blue Elizabeth Anderson.

Yep, she was an interesting girl. But after graduation, her hate for me grew even more.
Nothing has changed though. I've hated her, and she's hated me. What's the bother?

We just got out of the arena from our show in LA, fans behind bars almost like animals being caged, but it was for our own good. We would've been dead if we were stampeded on.

Still, no one has ever known about what me and that uptight bitch did years ago.

I'd like to keep it that way.

I smiled at other fans, winking at them and waving. They screamed louder as I did, me chuckling to myself.

Yeah, I knew girls loved me.

But I didn't know the love was this big.

Once me and the boys, Niall, Liam, Louis, and Zayn reached the tour bus, we were all completely exhausted.

"Wow that was an amazing show." Liam breathed out, tired.

"Lots of pretty girls." I chuckled, leaning back on the couch.

"Oh, please Harry, when are you going to ever have an eye for one girl and one girl only?" Zayn shrugged, on his phone.

"Well, never," I chuckled. "Relationships are nothing but a nuissance."

"And look at me, happily engaged," Zayn retorted as I rolled my eyes.

"Maybe you should listen to Zayn, mate. Look at you,'' Niall said pointing.

"Look at me what? I'm just a teenager who wants to have some fucking fun around here."

"Yeah let the lad have some fun. It'll hit him sometime." Louis laughed.

"Bullshit," I chuckled, playfully punching Lou.

"Bulltruth." Liam called from the back of the bus, changing his shirt.

Yeah, right.


{ Blue's POV }

Once I finished all the work I could possibly do, it was about eleven P.M. and Dylan asleep on Hannah's bed.
I smiled, sneaking up to him and hopping into the bed next to him.

"Mmm, hey," He whispered, still with closed eyes. I pecked him on the lips, cuddling towards him as his strong arms wrapped around me.

Okay, confession time about Dylan;
He was still a virgin. Never in his life, has he had sex and now I'm like his little virginity gift because he knows I've had some experience.
But still, we've been dating for about four months now.
And nope, we haven't done anything but kiss and cuddle.
I've missed the good of actually hooking up with someone.
I loved the feeling that ignited from it.

And surprisingly, the only person who's gave me that interesting pleasure was
Harry Edward Styles.

He's been one to lead sexual activity, and that was what gave me the interest of secretly hooking up with him every single night.

But I remembered before graduation, I tutored him for a bit before I couldn't do it anymore. I just had to tell him the deal was off because I had to go to college.
And right now? You really want to know where he is?

He's in an extremely famous British/Irish boy band, taking over the world.
I actually doubted he'd go anywhere in life, let alone sing.

Yeah, life can be full of surprises (Not always the best kind).

"Dylan," I whispered while hoping for a response. The only response I got was a snore. Sighing, I turned around, my back to his front.

Who knows where in the world Harry was right now.

He might've been dead for all I know.

Honestly, I don't care.


[ A/N: ]This chapter was just a little peek into their lives, I hope it wasn't boring, lol!

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