A mess with a thing for you

Chapter 2

Hey y'all! Before you start reading, I just wanted to say that I know this chapter is a little short and kinda boring but it's the calm before the storm :)
NO SPOILERS just stay tuned for the next one and for now enjoy this.

Ele :)

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The rest of his first day was rather boring. The professors introduced themselves, they discussed campus rules multiple times and went over their plans for the upcoming semester. Not as exciting as Harry had thought his first day would go, but oh well.

He didn't tell Niall about Tomlinson, as he knew that Niall would have stalked him for days or even weeks in order to make sure he would stay away from his precious baby friend.

During the day, to his horror, Harry had found out that he shared multiple classes with the jerk and little with his best friend. Luckily, they were far away enough from each other. Harry couldn't help himself but to study the boy. He was constantly distracted, not even trying to pay attention on his first day, Jesus. Harry lightly snorted at almost everything the older boy did. He irritates him.
Harry was having trouble getting over certain events and felt the adrenalin in his veins rising whenever he thought about what had happened earlier this morning.

Jackass.

It was afternoon now. He had agreed to go for a walk with Niall around the neighbourhood to get familiar with their new surroundings.

Harry is waiting for his friend outside the main entrance on the sidewalk, breathing in the fresh air of the early fall, when he heard doors opening and swings around to greet Niall.

Oh no. Please, no.

The older boy is walking towards him, hands in his pockets, head low. Harry watches as he pulls out a neon yellow lighter and a pack of cigarettes and from his jacket's inner pocket. With gentle movements he pulls out two, sliding one behind his ear and lighting the other one he placed between his lips.
He looks up. Panicking, Harry quickly turns his head away, hoping the boy didn't catch him staring.

He feels him coming closer to, step after step. The boy stops beside him just a few metres away.

"What? Never seen someone smoke before, goldilocks."

Fuck.

Harry doesn't respond, he keeps his eyes on... well, wherever he's looking, but the bully beside him. 

"I'll take that as a no," the boy remains monotonous. He takes a deep hit from the cigarette then blows a big cloud of smoke in Harry's direction.

Where the hell is Niall?

He holds his breath waiting for the smoke to fly past him.

He hears the other boy ironically giggling at his reaction. Still not enough to get harry to look at him.

"You want an apology or something, kid?"

Silence.

He keeps on smoking, blowing his every breath in Harry's face.

No reaction.

"You're so fucking childish."

Harry has had enough. He turns his whole body in the boy's direction, looking down at him.

"What the fuck is your problem?" He decides to stay calm and show superiority.

Tomlinson arches a brow, carelessly.

"You told me to stay out of your way and so I am. But you're the one approaching me, dammit."

The boy raises his cigarette to his mouth, delicately sucking at it a few more times before talking.