TO CLARIFY TO EVERYONE
my other story has been deleted PERMINATLY it will not be making a return, this is my new story and i really hope you all enjoy reading it as much as I do writing this.
WARNINGS: This story will contain strong sexual themes at times, so if that isn't your stuff then i suggest don't read those parts or something haha and This story will also contain mild self harm/diseases etc,
So please do not be offended from my story, it is strictly fictional!
okay okay now you can, read ahead and enjoy(i hope) :)
Here I go the first day of college, the one thing that should be one of the most exciting/ nerve racking day of my life. It isn’t. It is much worse than that, as I step through the lobby that is hardly crowded I see girls saying goodbye to their mothers and some fathers wishing them the best of luck; while I on the other hand was wheeling my bags through the lobby by myself with no one by my side or no one for support. It was just another day to be reminded that I had and will never have the support some people did. I will never be able to run back to my parents and ask for help, or guidance. It was just me, and nobody else. I got here on my own without guidance or providence by parents, but by hard work and slavering hours over a desk. That was the only way I’d get into college, by scholarship. And well here I am, with a scholarship pass for English and Sport. Not just one degree but two, I don’t think I earned both but never the less. Leaving my aunt was not as hard as I thought. Actually it was not hard at all and I can assure you I won’t be missing her a bit. Not her hair that’s always flowed down her back, not her blue eyes that looked at me as though I was nothing. Nothing about her I miss. I walked to the front desk as the lady said ‘next please’. With my paper work in hand I handed it to her.
“Ahh Rosalie Sanders, the double degree scholarship, how are you dearie?” The lady was about in her 70s maybe, very tall for an elderly and had a somewhat sickening smile. Her hair was short and grey and her eyes were a light shade of green.
“I’m okay.” I smile wearily at her; I was not good at socializing at all. I wasn’t brave enough to tell her to call me Rosie so I just stood and accepted my full name.
“That’s good; Trisha will be with you in a minute to escort you to your dorm. So you can just wait over there.” She chuckled and pointed to a seating area; I nodded and grabbed my paperwork from her. I began walking over to the chairs lined up around a bend and took a seat. The lobby was dull, looked like just any other room. Brown walls, floor boards, even the chairs were like classroom chairs. My stomach tightened and I felt the nerves already. I pushed my long brown curls to the back of my head, trying to gather cold air to stop me from becoming red or sweating. I looked down at my phone, I don’t even know why I have one I don’t really contact anyone, besides my aunt, on the very rare occasion. I heard loud clicks, indicating some snobby girl is wearing heels and it’s technically not even the first day. I looked up and see a woman not even near my age, her blond hair was up in the neatest and tightest bun I have ever seen in my life.
Honestly.
Her jeans were tighter than the pair of socks that grabbed my ankles. But at least her top was well half decent, a grey top that was long although cropped. She smiles towards me and I assume this is ‘Trisha’. I tell you the name really suits her.
“Hi I’m Trisha and I’m here to show you to your dorm. So if you follow me I’ll show you around.” Her smile was welcoming but to me it felt too superficial. I gave off a small smile and got up. I dusted off my dress to anything that was on it, the light material running through my fingers as I pat it down.
I followed the sound of Trisha clicking heels as I walked down the hall of
I clutched my suit case in my hand as I wandered down the halls with Trisha. The dorms were huge for what I was expecting, at least two bedrooms in one. I zoned in and out of what Trisha was saying as I took in the scenery of the buildings.
“The girl dorms are here on the left as you can see painted in pink, and the boy dorms on the right as you can see painted in blue.” Trisha had pointed; it was so cliché, blue isn’t even a boy’s colour. “Keep up darling, keep up.” She would say now and then when I slowed down to look at everything, it was just like the movies honestly, it was as though I stepped right into a movie and here I was.
“Now here are the showers, yes they are uni sex blahh we have these showers as it is more convenient and cheaper than to have all bathrooms in all dorms.” I cringed; I didn’t want to have community showers! To walk back in a towel or even walk in there, I have enough trouble walking around my home in a t-shirt. This is going to be a nightmare.
“That was the end of the tour love, and I have your dorm key here. Number 213, I’ll just show you to it and you’ll be on your way.” She beamed a smile down at me that made me uncomfortable in my own skin, her heels clicked as we walked towards my dorm. There was some people staring and whispering as others were just walking around. Classes stared Thursday which meant, I had two days to settle in and figure out this stupid shower thing.
“Here we are 213.” She smiled giving me the key, when I looked up it was a blue door. I was on the right side; I turned around and saw all the pink rooms as I stood in front of a blue one. I shook it off; maybe two girls were staying in here. As soon as I opened the door, I knew there was not another girl staying in here. The smell of smoke and chocolate filled my nose, the smell of deodorant was spread throughout the dorm, as I soon as I entered I coughed uncontrollably. “Harold Styles,” Trisha called in probably the most fakest sweet voice I even heard.
“What do you want?” A voice growled and I heard water been switched off, was there a shower in here? I stood behind Trish as she closed the door. I took in the room, one side was empty a small simple bed, a night stand and a wardrobe direct in front. Same as the other side, although the other side which I presume belongs to ‘Harold Styles’ was filled with things. The night stand had cigarettes placed on it, with magazines and wrappers under it, which made me cringe. The bed was covered in a black cover, nothing special. His wardrobe was a mess clothes spilling out everywhere, I was itching to clean it up. A door opened and slammed followed by the same voice that spoken out before.
“What the hell do you want Trisha?” He growled down at her, and that’s when I saw him, he would tower over me no doubt. A white tight towel wrapped around his waist, small droplets of water down his chest and arms. He had this mess of curls on the top of his head that was pulled with a headband, his lips were in a perfect straight line and his eyes were pure green that ran through me. Creases on his forehead indicate he is in no mood to be interrupted. Then I noticed tattoos.
He was covered in them, and each and every one looked utterly perfect on him, no this couldn’t be happening; I’m not sharing a dorm with him! I hide more behind Trisha if that was even possible. He seemed to notice as he sighed and grabbed a plain shirt to put on.
“Well darling, I was just showing your roommate around the campus and came to introduce her.” She simply explained.
“I don’t want a roommate, and if I did why the hell would it be a girl?” He sounded pissed off and I could tell already being on his bad side was not a good thing.
“Harry, this is Rosalie Sanders and she will be your roommate. Most dorms are full and well we decided that you would be most accepting, besides having your own bathroom can be more sense of security for the young girl.” She ignored his remark and introduced me without making me step out thank god. Her sentence did not make much sense, but yes I will feel safer with the shower in my dorm. He sighed heavily running his hands over his face.
Trisha took a step towards him grabbing his arm, it was almost an intimate gesture and I suddenly felt awkward. “Look darling, if this doesn’t work out she can be moved when girls leave after this semester, we have agreed and it has been set.” I watched as she leaned up and kissed his cheek, and he sighed.
“You owe me.” Was all he spoke to her as she nodded laughing, “Of course, does tonight sound okay?” Now I felt sick as Harry chuckled wrapping one arm around her, he leaned down to whisper something which made her giggle. Now I defiantly felt sick, and I knew what type of guy Harry was. She moved from his embrace and looked over at me.
“If you need anything Rosalie, go to the front desk or see me personally. Hope you settle in well, bye you two.” She smiled at as she left the dorm and shut the door.
Suddenly breathing became a problem for me as I stared at the closed door with the luggage clutched in my hand.
I suddenly knew I didn’t belong here anymore, this wasn’t my place. And I had no idea how to make it my place.
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