Him

CHAPTER 1

Annie's POV

Love. Encompasses a range of strong and positive emotional and mental state , from the most sublime virtue  or good habit, the deepest interpersonal affection and to the simplest pleasure.

Hi, i'm Annie and this is my story. I'm 19 and in college. I'm from a small town in England. My life is the definition of tragic. My parents died in a car crash. My sister thinks that i'm nothing but a pathetic little pup on the street. The only thing that made me happy was him.

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*Monday morning*

"Ugh." I grunt when my alarm wrang. It's 8 a.m. Omg it's moving day. I have to get to college! I stormed to my shower and quickly rinsed my body with the hot water. I got my hoodie and some black jeans. I took my bags and ran to the car. Good thing the college is half an hour away. I drove and drove then I saw the sign  "Brighton College". I squealed and parked my car. I left my stuff down so I can see where my dorm was. i went in the building and saw "check in".
On the desk was sitting a middle aged woman who was looking at a computer.

"Hello. Are you here for the dorms?" The lady asked.

"Yes my name is Annie Evlogieva." I smiled awkwardly.

"Oh I see. The room is on the last floor. The last room at the right. Plus you have roommate." She said and I nodded. I went back to the car and picked my stuff up. I got to the elevator and almost dropped a box. Then I felt two strong arms running to my help.

"Thanks." I said and looked a brown eyed boy who was wearing all black.

"No problem. I'm Zayn." He gave me his hand to shake and I took it.

"Oh... um... I'm Annie. Freshman." I said and he chuckled.

"Cute name. Plus I'm a Freshman too." He smiled and let go of my arm.

"Well... I will see you around." I said and went into the elevator. I hit the last button and followed the orders that the lady told me. I knocked and a boy with amazing green eyes opened the door. His arms were covered in tattoos. He was wearing a bandana that pushed his brown locks. He was very tall. I had to move my head up because I was too short. He smiled and waved his hand arm in front of my face.
"Hello love are you there?" He said in a deep British accent. I melted when he said that. What is wrong with me? I mentally slapped myself and tried to talk.
"Oh I... I'm freshman and the lady told this was my dorm. Is my roommate out or something..." I said and the curly haired boy chuckled.
"I'm your roommate silly." He said and I was shook.
"What?!" I said and he opened his eyes wide.
"So do you need help with the boxes?" He said and I shook my head for a no. He moved from the door and I pulled myself in the dorm. Oh.my.god. This place was litterly huge.
"Wow." I muttered.
"It's something special isn't it." The boy went closer to me and I pulled away immediately. I can't... I couldn't... move so fast. My ex boyfriend... We had a rough break up. I'm getting over it but I still feel the void in my chest. It keeps nagging me that I'm the reason why he left. Which is not wrong but not right. We got in a huge fight because I wanted to go to this college and he wanted to go to LA. But this was my mom's dream. She wanted me to go to a college and open a bakery or a restaurant. I wanted to make this true. So I came here and ran away before he did something. It was really hard leaving my ex.

*flashback*

I loved him so much that I said that I would die for him. He laughed. And then... my bestfriend called me. I would say that the call was the worst one I've ever have. She said that she saw my ex making out with.... my SISTER?! That's when it hit me hard in the face. He was cheating on me for a week and a half. He would leave in the middle of the night then come back when the sun starts to come up. He said it was work. Guess he was wrong. Then I left to my house in the rain and cried my eyes out.
"Hello baby. Please forgive me. It was a mistake. I don't care about her. I love you. Only you. Please don't think it was something more."
"How can I believe you?"
"Because I love you and you love me. And I would never do it again."
Then I forgave him... and we were arguing almost every day. He throwed things at me and told that I was nothing more then a piece of shit. So I left without a word.

*end of flashback*

"Why do you get so caught up in your mind?" The boy chuckled.

"Oh I just... my life is really fucked up." I chuckled with him.

"So does this pretty lady has a name." He said and I blushed.

"Ye...yes... she ha..has... Annie. I'm Annie." I said and he chuckled.

"I'm Harry." He gave me his hand to shake and I took it 

"Um..." I said. Harry looked at my eyes then at my lips. He got closer  and removed a strand of hair behind my ear, that was covering my brown eyes.

"I'm sorry I shouldn't have." Harry smiled and I felt butterflies in my stomach. Ugh! Why am I feeling this way!

"So your room is up." Harry took my bag and followed him. My room was really big. Like really big. My apartment at home could fit in here.

"Before i say anything  else i want you to know that you can't say to anybody that we're roommates." His tone changed so fast that i was shook. His expression was hard and unreadable.

"Okay..." I said still thinking why he said it in such angry voice.

"I just can't risk it." He said before walking out of my room.

"And why is that? Because a little freshman girl lives with you." I said smirking. He stopped at the doorframe and turned around.

"We are going to have some serious problems if you talk to me like that." He came closer with our chests touching. Harry came close to my ear and whispered .

"Trust me you don't want to see me angry." He pulled away and again i was left alone with my thoughts. How can someone be so arrogant and sexy at the same time. I laid on my bed and fell asleep.