Take A Chance
(Chapter:6)
Harper's POV:
Gemm and I were lying on our beds in the dorm room after an epic six hour shopping trip at an outdoor mall. As promised, I let her pick out all my outfits, and she paid for one of them. Now that we were done, I was regretting how much money I’d spent, but I’d just bought fifteen different shirts, four pairs of jeans, a couple pairs of ultra-short shorts and skirts, three sexy but cute dresses and five pairs of shoes. After that was done we headed to Victoria’s Secret, and I blushed my way through the entire store while she picked out all my new underwear, bras and sleeping clothes. Our last stop of the day was at Sephora where we basically purchased my own make-up counter after Bree swore to teach me how to put it all on. And for all that? I think I did pretty well.
“I’m. So. Exhausted.”
“It was so worth it though! Now you’re finally ready for college.”
Looking at the garbage bags full of most my old clothes I laughed and let my head fall back onto my pillow. “I think you’re right.”
“Now we just need to get you comfortable being around cute guys and you’ll be golden. What’s your type?”
Your brother. “Um, I’m not sure I have a type.”
“So no preferences? Hair color, eye color, skin color? Athlete, geek, musician?”
Rugged surfer, with dirty curly hair, impossibly green eyes, the most breath taking smile you’ve ever seen and cover him in tattoos. I’ll take that, please? “Nope, none. We’ll just have to start from scratch.”
Just thinking about his tattoos had me biting my lip and fantasizing again about tracing them with my fingers. He was exactly the kind of guy Sir would hate, so naturally I was drawn to him.
“Hey Gemma?”
“Yeah?”
“There’s kind of something I’ve wanted to do for a whi– You know what, never mind.”
She sat up on her knees bouncing, “No you don’t! You have to tell me now. You’ve wanted to do what?”
“Well there’s a lot of things. But it’d probably be a bad idea to do them all at once. I should spread them out, and think about them more.”
“I’m waiting Harper.”
I sighed and scooted up against the wall, “I want to get a couple piercings.”
“Pfft, I thought you were about to say something juicier than that.” Figures she wouldn’t be excited, each of her ears had four piercings.
I frowned at her.
“Okay, okay! What piercings do you want?”
“Um, I don’t know what they’re called. But here, and here.” I pointed a finger to my upper lip, and another to my ear.
“Oh cute! Your lip is called a Monroe, and your ear is a tragus. I actually really want my lip pierced too! Do you want to go get them done together sometime?”
I looked down before stealing a sideways glance, “Could we maybe go right now? Eighteen years of not being able to do what I want, I’m kind of impatient.”
“Harper, I’m pretty sure we’re going to be best friends.” Without another word she shot off her bare mattress and headed for the door. Guess that means we’re going.
-
After orientation that next week, classes had started this last Monday and the first week had flown by. Gemma and I both loved our professors, and thankfully they didn’t seem like they’d be too hard. I hadn’t seen any of the guys from Harry's house, but that was my fault, I’d been avoiding them until today. Gemma always ate lunch with them and though I’d made excuses the first three days, I was tired of eating alone in my room already. I’d never admit it out loud, but after Gemma left for her first class this morning, I changed my outfit three times and spent extra time on my make-up. My entire body was shaking just thinking about seeing Harry and I still had to sit through a class, thankfully I only had one today, and that was the last one for the week. Just as class let out, I received a text from my roommate making sure I’d be there today because she was already holding a seat for me. No getting out of it now.
“Hey, hey! What’s up sweetheart!”
“Sweetheart! Where’ve you been all my life?”
I bit back my groan and smiled at the guys as I sank into the seat next to Gemma, I tried not to let my disappointment show when I didn’t see Harry there. No sooner had I cursed myself for spending the extra time trying to look perfect today, than two hands appeared on either side of my plate and I felt a hard chest press against my back and warm breath against my ear.
“Have you been hiding from me, PG?” He chuckled when he felt me shiver.
“Why, you miss me?”
“Of course. You’re my favorite, remember?” His nose brushed along my neck and I almost turned into a puddle right there.
I sighed dramatically and leaned away from his intoxicating presence, “Sad to say you’re not mine.”
“You sure about that?” He tapped a finger on my arm that was now covered in goose bumps.
“Harry! Stop bugging her, go sit down.”
I blinked over to Gemma, remembering we were at a table with a group of other people. Harry sat a few seats away and I was grateful to be able to think clearly again. I looked around the table to see Harry's four housemates, two other girls I knew to be girlfriends of Louis and Zayn, with another girl I’d never seen before who was openly glaring at me. After shooting her a dark look I continued my inventory of the rest of the table, on the other side of Harry were two guys I had seen at the party, but didn’t know their names, and across from them was a pair of blue eyes smiling at me. I dropped my face to look down at my salad and counted to five before slowly lifting only my eyes to find him engaged in a conversation with Harry. Raising my head a little to get a better look, I took in his dirty blonde hair, warm smile and single dimple on his left cheek as his laughter boomed across the table. His build was as big as Harry's, and the way his shirt stretched across his chest and shoulders, I’d bet he was perfectly muscled. Dear God, and I’d thought Harry was the most attractive guy I’d ever seen. This guy was … just wow.
“See something you like?” Gemma leaned into my side, looking down my line of sight.
“What? No.”
“Uh huh, that’s why you’re biting the crap out of your lip. He’s looking at you again.”
My head shot up, causing the mystery guy to smirk as his eyes met mine. I felt my cheeks start to burn and forced my head back down and towards Gemma.
“How do we know he’s not looking at you?”
“Ha! I knew you were staring at him.” She grinned and took a massive bite of her burger.
“Wow, that’s attractive.”
She tried to talk around the mass in her mouth, “You’re just jealous you didn’t get one too.”
Looking down at my salad I grimaced. My stomach was flipping so much now I don’t think I could eat at all.
“Do you know his name?” I whispered in her direction. Before she could answer, Louis interrupted.
“So sweetheart, how come we haven’t seen you lately? It’s been like two weeks, I feel so unloved.”
I laughed and rolled my eyes at him, “Oh I’m sorry, did your girlfriend deflate already?”
The entire table burst into laughter and Louis was slapping Liam on the back while trying to keep his drink from spewing out of his mouth and nose. A couple of the guys started making fun of “Mindy the doll”, and I was glad the attention was away from me.
Gemma leaned back towards me and whispered, “His name’s Niall, he lives with the guys too but he wasn’t at the party.”
“So you know him well?” I wanted to look at him so bad, but didn’t want to risk being caught staring again.
“Not really, he’s only a Junior, and he lived in the dorms last year.”
“Only a Junior?” I asked confused.
“Yeah, the rest of the guys are Seniors.”
“Oh.” I looked up at her but gestured towards Niall with my eyes, “Anything going on …?”
She smiled and nudged me before sitting up straight, “I’ve already got my eye on a couple other guys.”
I nodded remembering that she’d been talking about some guys in our dorm all week that she had classes with. Hearing my name, I glanced up to see Harry's fork paused halfway to his mouth, his jaw set tight, and his eyes burning holes in Niall who was talking with one of the guys across from him. When he was done killing him a million different ways, Harry's eyes cut across to me and his entire face relaxed. He nodded slightly and resumed eating.
“Party tonight, you girls coming?”
Gemma snorted, “Seriously Zayn? When have I ever not been there?”
“Sweetheart?”
Gemma answered for me, “Of course she’ll be there.” then she whispered to me, “It won’t be anything like the first one. There probably won’t even be twenty people there. They save the big parties for Friday nights.”
“Fine.” I grumbled.
“Looking forward to sharing my bed with you again, PG.”
I shot a hard look at Harry, heat flooding my cheeks. He was looking at Niall with his head cocked the side, one eyebrow raised. I could even see the challenge in his stare.
“Thanks, but I’d rather share a bed with Louis blow-up doll.”
He turned his glare towards me to me and I struggled to keep my eyes narrowed at him. Is it bad that all I could think about was how his lips would feel on mine? Before I could think on it too much, the girl that had been glaring at me earlier moved around the table and sat on his lap, pressing her mouth to his neck before trailing her lips along his jaw. His hands instantly gripped her hips, but he never took his eyes off of mine.
“I’d be happy to share that bed with you Harry.” Her bubble gum voice made me want to gag. I’m pretty sure I hadn’t even sounded like that when I was five.
After she brought his mouth to hers, I spared a glance in Niall's direction to see him studying me. It wasn’t uncomfortable, and it didn’t last nearly as long as I would have liked it to, I could have sat there looking at him for hours. I wasn’t used to feeling anything for a guy, and now I couldn’t stop going back and forth between him and Niall.
Butterflies in my stomach with one, and hot shivers with another. I almost laughed out loud when I realized how stupid it was to feel anything for Harry, his current position with the brunette proving why. Niall on the other hand, I knew nothing about. Other than his laugh, I hadn’t even heard his voice. Ugh, I’m ridiculous, one guy is a whore, the other I haven’t even spoken to.
Gemm and I were lying on our beds in the dorm room after an epic six hour shopping trip at an outdoor mall. As promised, I let her pick out all my outfits, and she paid for one of them. Now that we were done, I was regretting how much money I’d spent, but I’d just bought fifteen different shirts, four pairs of jeans, a couple pairs of ultra-short shorts and skirts, three sexy but cute dresses and five pairs of shoes. After that was done we headed to Victoria’s Secret, and I blushed my way through the entire store while she picked out all my new underwear, bras and sleeping clothes. Our last stop of the day was at Sephora where we basically purchased my own make-up counter after Bree swore to teach me how to put it all on. And for all that? I think I did pretty well.
“I’m. So. Exhausted.”
“It was so worth it though! Now you’re finally ready for college.”
Looking at the garbage bags full of most my old clothes I laughed and let my head fall back onto my pillow. “I think you’re right.”
“Now we just need to get you comfortable being around cute guys and you’ll be golden. What’s your type?”
Your brother. “Um, I’m not sure I have a type.”
“So no preferences? Hair color, eye color, skin color? Athlete, geek, musician?”
Rugged surfer, with dirty curly hair, impossibly green eyes, the most breath taking smile you’ve ever seen and cover him in tattoos. I’ll take that, please? “Nope, none. We’ll just have to start from scratch.”
Just thinking about his tattoos had me biting my lip and fantasizing again about tracing them with my fingers. He was exactly the kind of guy Sir would hate, so naturally I was drawn to him.
“Hey Gemma?”
“Yeah?”
“There’s kind of something I’ve wanted to do for a whi– You know what, never mind.”
She sat up on her knees bouncing, “No you don’t! You have to tell me now. You’ve wanted to do what?”
“Well there’s a lot of things. But it’d probably be a bad idea to do them all at once. I should spread them out, and think about them more.”
“I’m waiting Harper.”
I sighed and scooted up against the wall, “I want to get a couple piercings.”
“Pfft, I thought you were about to say something juicier than that.” Figures she wouldn’t be excited, each of her ears had four piercings.
I frowned at her.
“Okay, okay! What piercings do you want?”
“Um, I don’t know what they’re called. But here, and here.” I pointed a finger to my upper lip, and another to my ear.
“Oh cute! Your lip is called a Monroe, and your ear is a tragus. I actually really want my lip pierced too! Do you want to go get them done together sometime?”
I looked down before stealing a sideways glance, “Could we maybe go right now? Eighteen years of not being able to do what I want, I’m kind of impatient.”
“Harper, I’m pretty sure we’re going to be best friends.” Without another word she shot off her bare mattress and headed for the door. Guess that means we’re going.
-
After orientation that next week, classes had started this last Monday and the first week had flown by. Gemma and I both loved our professors, and thankfully they didn’t seem like they’d be too hard. I hadn’t seen any of the guys from Harry's house, but that was my fault, I’d been avoiding them until today. Gemma always ate lunch with them and though I’d made excuses the first three days, I was tired of eating alone in my room already. I’d never admit it out loud, but after Gemma left for her first class this morning, I changed my outfit three times and spent extra time on my make-up. My entire body was shaking just thinking about seeing Harry and I still had to sit through a class, thankfully I only had one today, and that was the last one for the week. Just as class let out, I received a text from my roommate making sure I’d be there today because she was already holding a seat for me. No getting out of it now.
“Hey, hey! What’s up sweetheart!”
“Sweetheart! Where’ve you been all my life?”
I bit back my groan and smiled at the guys as I sank into the seat next to Gemma, I tried not to let my disappointment show when I didn’t see Harry there. No sooner had I cursed myself for spending the extra time trying to look perfect today, than two hands appeared on either side of my plate and I felt a hard chest press against my back and warm breath against my ear.
“Have you been hiding from me, PG?” He chuckled when he felt me shiver.
“Why, you miss me?”
“Of course. You’re my favorite, remember?” His nose brushed along my neck and I almost turned into a puddle right there.
I sighed dramatically and leaned away from his intoxicating presence, “Sad to say you’re not mine.”
“You sure about that?” He tapped a finger on my arm that was now covered in goose bumps.
“Harry! Stop bugging her, go sit down.”
I blinked over to Gemma, remembering we were at a table with a group of other people. Harry sat a few seats away and I was grateful to be able to think clearly again. I looked around the table to see Harry's four housemates, two other girls I knew to be girlfriends of Louis and Zayn, with another girl I’d never seen before who was openly glaring at me. After shooting her a dark look I continued my inventory of the rest of the table, on the other side of Harry were two guys I had seen at the party, but didn’t know their names, and across from them was a pair of blue eyes smiling at me. I dropped my face to look down at my salad and counted to five before slowly lifting only my eyes to find him engaged in a conversation with Harry. Raising my head a little to get a better look, I took in his dirty blonde hair, warm smile and single dimple on his left cheek as his laughter boomed across the table. His build was as big as Harry's, and the way his shirt stretched across his chest and shoulders, I’d bet he was perfectly muscled. Dear God, and I’d thought Harry was the most attractive guy I’d ever seen. This guy was … just wow.
“See something you like?” Gemma leaned into my side, looking down my line of sight.
“What? No.”
“Uh huh, that’s why you’re biting the crap out of your lip. He’s looking at you again.”
My head shot up, causing the mystery guy to smirk as his eyes met mine. I felt my cheeks start to burn and forced my head back down and towards Gemma.
“How do we know he’s not looking at you?”
“Ha! I knew you were staring at him.” She grinned and took a massive bite of her burger.
“Wow, that’s attractive.”
She tried to talk around the mass in her mouth, “You’re just jealous you didn’t get one too.”
Looking down at my salad I grimaced. My stomach was flipping so much now I don’t think I could eat at all.
“Do you know his name?” I whispered in her direction. Before she could answer, Louis interrupted.
“So sweetheart, how come we haven’t seen you lately? It’s been like two weeks, I feel so unloved.”
I laughed and rolled my eyes at him, “Oh I’m sorry, did your girlfriend deflate already?”
The entire table burst into laughter and Louis was slapping Liam on the back while trying to keep his drink from spewing out of his mouth and nose. A couple of the guys started making fun of “Mindy the doll”, and I was glad the attention was away from me.
Gemma leaned back towards me and whispered, “His name’s Niall, he lives with the guys too but he wasn’t at the party.”
“So you know him well?” I wanted to look at him so bad, but didn’t want to risk being caught staring again.
“Not really, he’s only a Junior, and he lived in the dorms last year.”
“Only a Junior?” I asked confused.
“Yeah, the rest of the guys are Seniors.”
“Oh.” I looked up at her but gestured towards Niall with my eyes, “Anything going on …?”
She smiled and nudged me before sitting up straight, “I’ve already got my eye on a couple other guys.”
I nodded remembering that she’d been talking about some guys in our dorm all week that she had classes with. Hearing my name, I glanced up to see Harry's fork paused halfway to his mouth, his jaw set tight, and his eyes burning holes in Niall who was talking with one of the guys across from him. When he was done killing him a million different ways, Harry's eyes cut across to me and his entire face relaxed. He nodded slightly and resumed eating.
“Party tonight, you girls coming?”
Gemma snorted, “Seriously Zayn? When have I ever not been there?”
“Sweetheart?”
Gemma answered for me, “Of course she’ll be there.” then she whispered to me, “It won’t be anything like the first one. There probably won’t even be twenty people there. They save the big parties for Friday nights.”
“Fine.” I grumbled.
“Looking forward to sharing my bed with you again, PG.”
I shot a hard look at Harry, heat flooding my cheeks. He was looking at Niall with his head cocked the side, one eyebrow raised. I could even see the challenge in his stare.
“Thanks, but I’d rather share a bed with Louis blow-up doll.”
He turned his glare towards me to me and I struggled to keep my eyes narrowed at him. Is it bad that all I could think about was how his lips would feel on mine? Before I could think on it too much, the girl that had been glaring at me earlier moved around the table and sat on his lap, pressing her mouth to his neck before trailing her lips along his jaw. His hands instantly gripped her hips, but he never took his eyes off of mine.
“I’d be happy to share that bed with you Harry.” Her bubble gum voice made me want to gag. I’m pretty sure I hadn’t even sounded like that when I was five.
After she brought his mouth to hers, I spared a glance in Niall's direction to see him studying me. It wasn’t uncomfortable, and it didn’t last nearly as long as I would have liked it to, I could have sat there looking at him for hours. I wasn’t used to feeling anything for a guy, and now I couldn’t stop going back and forth between him and Niall.
Butterflies in my stomach with one, and hot shivers with another. I almost laughed out loud when I realized how stupid it was to feel anything for Harry, his current position with the brunette proving why. Niall on the other hand, I knew nothing about. Other than his laugh, I hadn’t even heard his voice. Ugh, I’m ridiculous, one guy is a whore, the other I haven’t even spoken to.
Notes
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