No Strings Attached [ A Harry Styles AU ]

Part 1

Naina stands up, not wanting to be in this battle zone. She brings her bowl to the sink and washes it out while the blondie tells Harry she was thinking of getting breakfast with him. Naina wants to ask her why she decided to eat her cereal then, but she keeps her mouth shut. She'd make Harry pay for it later.

"Ahh," Harry hums nervously, scratching at the back of his neck.

Naina dries her hands on a towel and leans her hips back against the counter, sipping at her coffee and watching Harry squirm with a grin.

He shoots her a look that screams 'help' but she continues to sip her morning joe.

"Listen," he murmurs, walking closer to her. He puts his hands on her elbows and traces them up and down. "Baby," he adds, smiling at her with his fucking dimples. Naina wants to vomit as she watches the girl melt. "I'd love to, but I promised Naina I would take her to class. Her car is in the shop."

Naina's jaw drops for the second time that morning, her brows furrowed together. Harry's

green eyes meet and her own blue ones, a mischievous twinkle passing through them.

That little shit, Naina thinks tightening her fingers around her mug.

"Oh," Blondie says, deflating. She turns around and gives Naina a look that can only be described as withering. "That's okay, I guess. Raincheck?"

"Absolutely," Harry says. "How about we go get your stuff and then I'll walk you to your car?"

"Okay," Blondie says, standing up and heading back towards Harry's room.

Naina throws the now empty box of cinnamon toast at him and it thuds off his bare skin, falling to the floor with a hollow thump.

"Heeey," Harry whines, frowning at her as he reaches for it.

"Don't hey me, you ass," Naina hisses, crossing her arms over her chest. "She's wearing my shirt! Go get it!"

Harry frowns, craning his neck towards his room, "She is? How did she get it?"

"You tell me, Einstein," Naina growls.

"I don't think it's yours, love. Think it's tha' girls from last week who left it," Harry says, smirking. "She uh... had to leave in a hurry."

"Shut up," Naina says. "I don't want to know."

Harry grins at her, raising his eyebrows.

"Don't use me as an alibi next time you want to be a man hoe," Naina tells him, poking his swallow tattoo on the left. "You know I don't like this stuff, H."

Harry pouts at her, grabbing her hand and pressing a kiss to her finger. "S'not a nice word, love."

"Sod off," Naina growls, pulling away. "I'm going to get ready for class," she says pointedly, grabbing her phone and heading back towards her room.

"Wait," Harry says, running after her. "What are yeh doing tonight? Are we all meeting at Joe's?"

"I'm going over to Tyler's," Naina says.

Harry makes a horrible, annoying groaning sound. "Naina, no."

"No?" Naina counters, turning around to look at him. 

They're at her bedroom door now and Harry sighs leaning her arm against the wall. "Tyler's a fucking bore. Come out with us," he insists.

"He's not boring! Just cause he's in a committed relationship  doesn't make him boring," Naina defends. "Besides... I'm, uh, surprising him."