Innocent (harry styles)

Chapter 2

| Picture Dylan as Dylan O´brien and Alex Prior as Jane Kramer |

The day goes by and I don't have any problems finding my classrooms thanks to Dylan. The last class of the day is art, which isn't really his thing so he did not choose it as a mayor. It is the only class we do not share and I immediately feel lost without his guidance.

I sit down at the back of the classroom, hoping I will get away with just doodling in my notebook the whole lesson. I discretely search the room for Alex. Who am I kidding? Why would someone like her take art anyway? I keep looking around until our eyes meet.

She is sitting across the room, her brown eyes staring right at me. I look down quickly and suddenly feel uncomfortable. Does she know I was looking for her? I sink down in my seat, completely embarrassed and starts to doodle. The teacher seems like a nut job and the lesson ends twenty minutes early due to it being the first day of the semester.

I start to collect all my things and do not notice at first that she is standing over me.

"Why are you stalking me?" She says with an irritated voice.

"Seems to me that you are the one stalking me, I mean coming over here and all" I smile at her and I swear I see a hint of a smile in the corner of her mouth.

"You are always staring at me" I say when she doesn't answer my attempted joke.

"How would you know if you weren't staring at me too?" Now a full on smile and deep dimples are showing across her face.

"Guess that's true" I say and smile back.

"So, stalker.. Who were you looking for today? Your bony little friend with the puppy eyes?"

I get annoyed by how she is talking about Dylan but I can't help but laugh.

"No one" I scratch the back of my neck nervously. "I don't really know anyone here." I say hoping she will change the subject.

"Right" she smiles "that explains the accent".

"Do you want some tea and crumpets dear?" she says with the worst and most adorable fake british accent I have ever heard.

I don't notice the group of people waiting impatiently at the door until they start to call for her to come.

"I have to go" She grabs her bag and starts running towards them.

"Later loser" she say and when she gets to the door she jumps into a guys arms and he lifts her up while she is laughing and screaming for him to let her down.

"Who is that?" A girl with brown curly hair asks looking at me.

"No one" Alex says and shrugs as they disappear out the room.

No one.

My heart still aches and those two words are playing over and over in my head. No one. Why do I care so much? I've only talked to her twice and one of those times she called me a dick, so why do I think about her all the time?

Dylan is nowhere to be found when I enter the dorm room and I lay down on my bed with my hands behind my head.

My hand reaches down in my pants and I grab my length with it. I start rubbing it in a slow pace at first but soon faster imagining her face in front of me. Her bright smile tips me of the edge and I come uncontrolled with a moan. Fuck I am sick.

"Oh god what are you doing man?" Dylan says when he walks through the door.

Nothing just jerking of to Alex Prior you know.

"Nothing." I decide to skip the rest.

"You look exhausted." He looks at me with a smirk on his face.

"Dude, I'm just tired." I tell him and look at the floor to avoid his eyes.

"Okay if you say so.." He chuckles and soon disappears into his video game.

I walk out of the room to see the part of campus that I didn't have time to see yesterday. I wonder if there is a good coffee shop nearby where I can buy my coffee in the morning.

When I come out I see Alex sitting with a group of girls on a bench. I wave to her when I see her looking at me but the only response I gets is a disgusted look on her face and the girls around her laugh.

"Ew loser." She says and rolls her eyes. They laugh again and I walk away with tense knuckles.

Dylan is still playing when I walk in to the room after my trip to the coffee shop.

I found a really nice, small place with flowers outside the entrance. I think I will be going there again soon.

I grab my notebook and sit down on my bed starting to draw. I only realise what has formed on the paper in front of me after I stop to sharpen my pencil. It's her. She is sarcastically drawn with red horns on her head and I crumple the paper before tossing it in the trash can across the room.

I hate her. I fucking hate that bitch. Why is she so mean to me? I try to be nice but she doesn't give a shit so I'll do the same. I hope that Dylans friends are much nicer. I can't remember if I have even asked something about them.

"Dylan." I say out loud.

He looks at me and takes of his headset. "Hey, I didn't notice when you came in." He turns of the computer and rests his back against the wall at the top of his bed.

"When will I meet your friends?" I ask. I can see a small frown grow on his pale face.

"I don't know, why?" He looks away. I get a feeling that it's something he isn't telling me.

"Mate, you can tell me anything. I won't tell anyone. Promise." My eyes are focused on his, trying to get his attention.

"Thanks Harry, well.." He takes a deep breath like he is preparing himself for my reaction.

"I don't have any friends."