So much for starting my first year of college with a fresh start. That night I had done nothing but lay in my bed and stare at my ceiling. I went from crying, to screaming out from frustration. Although my head was swarming with a thousand different thoughts and I was in complete awe, a little part of me was happy. Harry confessing he had feelings for me made me feel a lot better knowing I wasn't alone, but he had no right doing what he did. I have always despised relationships, although I've never truly been in a real one. I have watched so many of my close friends get hurt in the end and it was painful to see. Which has lead me to always avoid them. But with Harry it was different, and I wasn't just saying that because I've always had a thing for him. I've been with guys in the past and none of them have ever treated me the way Harry did, in such little time. For once in my life, he made me believe he wasn't going to be another one of the many people who just eventually leave. I woke up the next morning with puffy eyes, leaving me to guess I had cried myself to sleep. Today was the first day of classes. When I finally pulled myself out of bed, I had noticed that Audrey wasn't home. Well, I guess I should be calling it home now. As I started getting ready, I assumed she had either stayed the night with Seth or has already left for her classes. I looked in the mirror and cringed as I took in my big bags and red nose. I sighed and started applying my makeup, I guess I should try to look some what presentable for my first day of college. I styled my long brown hair as I normally do, loose curls. I went with a pair of black leggings and an overly baggy long sleeved shirt. It was cold outside and I just wanted to feel comfy. I shoved a binder with paper and a couple of pencils and pens into my bag, grabbed my phone, and left the room.

It took me awhile to find my class, but luckily I made it with a couple of minutes to spare. I watched as the class slowly began to fill and almost didn't notice when a familiar voice broke me from my daze.

"Hey, Emma right?" I looked over to find Seth smiling wide. Although I hadn't gotten the best impression from him, his smile was contagious. I nodded my head and smiled back before returning my gaze to the front of the room.

"That's crazy, who would have known we'd have the same class together!" He smiled shyly before turning his attention to the professor. "Actually, I guess the school knew because here we are.." He whispered and turned a slight shade of pink as he realized his joke was terrible. Thankfully, first days were only a brief introduction so our normal 3 hour lecture was only about 20 minutes. Seth had told me about a small coffee shop located on campus, so we decided to head there straight after class.

"So, did Audrey go home with you last night? I didn't hear her come in and she wasn't there when I woke up." I looked over at him with a small smile.

"Audrey?" His brows furrowed together. "Oh! right, Audrey.." He shook his head and smiled a goofy smile. "No, she never came home with me. I did see her head back to the dorms though, so maybe she just came in quietly?" I nodded.

After we ordered we had sat down at one of the small tables. We had made some small talk and aside from last night, Seth seemed like a pretty decent guy. I took a sip of my hot coffee, letting it burn down my throat while my eyes roamed the school. That's when I saw him. He was standing by himself with a couple of books resting in his arms. He was staring right back at me, as he slowly took his small lip ring inbetween his teeth.

"Emma?" I broke away from his stare and brought my attention back to Seth. When I looked back at Harry, his lips were pressed in a hard line.

"I'm sorry, I should really get going." I gathered my bag and rested my coffee in my one free hand. "This was nice though, we should do it again some time?" I smiled as I quickly stood and made my way over to the tall curly haired boy who was unfortunately, amazing at playing with my head.

"I guess you weren't kidding when you said see you around." I laughed and nodded my head forward, beginning to walk.

"You've been crying." He said softly. Too softly. I whipped my head around to look at his emotionless face.

"Well, what else have I been doing for the last month?" I smiled jokingly, trying to lighten the mood. He immediately stopped walking.

"What did you just say?" He sounded almost breathless, as his face still held no emotion. This was awkward.

I shook my head and playfully nudged him, pulling his arm to walk again, but he wasn't buying it. He frowned and took my hand, making his way through the confusing building. Before I knew it, we were stepping inside the elevator. The ride was silent and I caught myself looking down at our hands. Although I should really be pulling my hand away from his, I couldn't help the happiness I felt spread through my body. I had missed him so much. I missed his touch, his laugh, his smile, his kisses. Everything. No matter how angry I was with him, I always found myself missing him. The doors opened on the 7th floor and after a brief walk down the hallway, we were standing in front of his room. He opened the door and sent a nod to another male, who I was assuming was his roommate. I started to smile, but Harry wasted no time pulling me in his room to sit down on his bed. That's the one thing I liked about the rooms here. Although we're living with another person, we each still have our own rooms with doors on them to hold some kind of privacy. I broke away from my thoughts and bought my attention to Harry who was now sitting a little too far away from me.

"I really don't know where to start." He had a frown plastered on his face and he didn't once look up. "Like I said yesterday, I have no excuse for what I did but I want you to at least hear me out." He ran his fingers through his hair as he turned his body to face me, locking his eyes with mine.

"I really don't like dating, I never have. I have a pretty messed up past which I'm not going to get into, but after spending those couple of days with you I started to feel something I've only ever felt once before." His green eyes were staring at me intensively. "I started to develop feelings for you, and do you know how much that scared the shit out of me?" He let out a small sigh and began once again. "At the time I had assumed we were both going to different colleges, so what was the point? I was scared shitless so my first instinct was to stop everything before it got too late." He paused for a few seconds. "But I guess I was too late because here I am, begging for your forgiveness. You haven't left my mind once and I never wanted to ignore or avoid you but at the time I thought I did it for a good reason." He stood from the bed and began to pace back and forth. "I thought it was a good reason because I didn't want to hurt you. I knew I wasn't good with the whole relationship thing, so I ended things before we could even get there. I truthfully don't believe I'm capable of loving someone after what has happened to me. But you... you're different." He paused. "Never have I been stuck on one girl for this long.." His voice was barely a whisper.

Without thinking I stood from the bed and instantly wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling his face close to mine. Once I felt his lips on mine, my knees literally went weak. He must have noticed because he lowered his hands from my waist, helping to support my weight. I honestly never thought I'd feel his lips again. As good as this felt, I knew I couldn't forgive him so easily. I knew I probably came off like a stupid girl who continuously held onto grudges, but I'm not. He just has to see it from my perspective. He led me on, he took my virginity and told me he had no intention on leaving me, and then he left. Just like that. I tried contacting him for nearly a month straight and I got absolutely nothing in return. It hurt, and it still does, and yes he may have apologized but I truly don't know if I believe he would have came clean if it weren't for the fact that we're now attending the same school. After one last kiss, he pulled away, examining every feature on my face.

"I'm sorry Emma, I really hope you'll eventually realize that." After a few seconds of silence, I decided to finally speak up.

"I appreciate everything you said Harry, and you should know that I have never stopped thinking about you either. With you living in the same building as me, we're bound to bump into each other more than often. So how about we take it from here. Friends?" My breath caught on the last word. I wish things weren't so complicated, but maybe if we started off as friends, it could work out a lot better. He nodded his head.

"After this..." And with that, his lips were once again connected with mine.

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