Change Me

The following morning Elena woke up with the curly haired boy on her mind. She had to look after him until he found his feet, but this was already proving to be more than difficult. Getting up, she showered and put on some comfy clothes since she was missing school today to help Harry unpack and get settled, nothing special, just leggings, a jumper and uggs. She put her hair up into a sleek pony tail, not bothering with make-up, she never wore any anyway. It’s not like she had to impress Harry, right? Elena already had a boyfriend, Chase. Chase was the head boy, sports captain and conveniently, Mrs Greene’s son.

***

Elena walked out of her building; it was around 9 a.m. the time when everyone should be in school so she most likely wasn’t going to bump into anyone. She made her way into the boy’s dorms, slipping in the front door key and searching for Harry’s dorm room. Nerves built up inside her, she shouldn’t be nervous but Harry has the effect on her. Ever since last night and their- incredibly intimate- encounter, she felt the urge to impress the curly-haired stranger. She knocked on the door, awaiting a reply that never came. After a few minutes of knocking and waiting, the door flew open, revealing a half-naked Harry. Elena could tell that he was half-asleep, he groggily rubbed his eyes and groaned but Elena was too transfixed by his body to notice. His strong, forearms were on either side of the doorframe, propping him up and his muscles were tense. Trailing down his body, a few tattoos stuck out and she found herself to be completely at awe with the ink on his body. His lean torso looked as if it went on forever, his boxers only just covering his manhood. His legs were long, and his thighs were broad. Harry smirked as the girl intently scanned over his body; he was never shy about stripping off. Elena was completely unaware of how long she has been staring at Harry, drinking in his beauty.

When she looked back up at his face, an amused expression was plastered on his features. She immediately looked down, her cheeks turning a deep crimson colour.

“I… Uh… You need to get dressed.” She stutters, avoiding eye contact with him.

“Are you sure you’d want that? You seemed to be enjoying yourself.” He smirks, taking her chin between his forefinger and thumb, tilting her head up towards him. Elena wanted to pull away, to push him off her, but she couldn’t. She felt compelled to keep his touch on her. He was like a drug and last night was her fist fix. Elena couldn’t find the words to answer him, her mind going blank as soon as their eyes made contact. He chuckles at her, removing his touch from her and walking into the dorm room.

“Come in.” He calls, grabbing fresh underwear, a white t-shirt and skinny jeans from his suitcase. “Make yourself at home.” He smiles, a mischievous glint in his eyes as Elena slowly makes her way into his room.

Elena musters out a small “Thanks.” And hesitantly perches on the edge of his bed. Harry walks into the bathroom, locking the door and Elena hears water running. She assumes he’s taking a shower and checks her phone.

2 messages from: Chase<3

1 missed call from: Chase<3

She checks her messages and they both consist of the same question, asking where she is. She replies to him, telling him about the new boy and puts her phone away.

A few minutes later, Harry emerges, fully clothed. His hair was slightly damp and strewn across his forehead instead of it being pushed up as it was before. The fabric of the t-shirt clung tightly to his chest, showing his prominent abs through the material.

“If you’re done staring, can we hurry up?” Harry spits, walking over to the suitcases in the corner of his room. Elena flinches as his harsh tone. How could he go from a flirt to being in such a bad mood? He was probably bipolar, Elena thought.

“Y-Yes.” She stutters, walking over to him. She couldn’t help but notice how broad his back was and Harry could feel her stare on him. Elena opens a suitcase, placing its contents on the bed and sorting through the items. Placing everything in its appropriate place, she finds a box and opens it, revealing about 100 CD’s. Bon Iver, The xx, John Mayer, Pink Floyd, The Fray, we just some of the names in his box. “You have really good taste in music.” Elena muses, flipping through his CD’s. Suddenly, she feels his presence next to her, grabbing the CD’s from her hand and placing them back into the box, taking it and shoving it under his bed.

“That’s private.” He growls, turning away from her and continuing to unpack his clothes. Elena was shocked at his hostility towards her, she hadn’t done anything wrong. He never clearly stated that he wanted her to stay away from that box, he just told her to unpack.

***

The passing hour that went by was spent in silence, an occasional glance her and there was shared but nothing other than that. Elena felt uncomfortable in his presence, yet she wanted to be around him more. When he wasn’t acknowledging her, she wanted to hear him speak more than anything. Her name rolling off his lips in a deep, raspy tone drove her wild.

Unpacking the last of the suitcases, Harry fell down onto the bed, placing his arms over his face. “Thanks for your help, Elena.” He mumbles.

“Everyone calls me El.” She states, looking down at the boy.

“I prefer Elena.” He says, sitting up and looking at the blonde. Her hair was up in a ponytail, showing off her high cheekbones.

All she could do was stare. His features were perfectly shaped, each one enticing her more. His brows furrowed at her as she gazed on his face, his broad nose and curved lips looked heavenly. His piercing green eyes, framed with thick lashes, hypnotised Elena. She was succumbed to temptation when she looked into them. She shouldn’t be thinking like this when she has a boyfriend, Chase.

“Do you find me entertaining?” Harry asks her, an amused look on his face as she turns red. She couldn’t help but blush at almost everything he said.

“N-No… I mean yes… Wait-“

“You don’t have to be so nervous around me, Elena.” He says, getting off the bed and walking up to her. She freezes as he edges closer, the back of his hand strokes her cheek. Like before, she wanted to pull away but she couldn’t. She craved his touch. She craved his attention. She craved him.

Harry took her silence as confirmation that she was nervous, her cheeks returning to their normal, creamy colour.

“I can… I mean we can go… Uhm.” She stutters, at a loss for words.

“You were going to show me around.” Harry smirks, moving his hand from her cheek and walking over to the closet to get a jacket. Elena soon snaps out of her daze as she no longer feels his presence in front of her.

“Yeah, of course.” She murmurs, scurrying towards the door as Harry puts on his jacket.

“C’mon then, love.” Harry mutters, walking out the door. Elena followed closely, then remembering that she was the one who was giving the tour.

***

She showed him round the campus, pointing out each key feature Harry had to get to know. They were at the library building and Elena was telling him about the history behind such architecture. He wasn’t paying attention and Elena could feel his intent gaze on her the whole time. Turning around, her eyes met his and she found herself whimpering at the close proximity of their bodies. He edged closer to her and she took a step back, hitting a wall. She was now sandwiched between the cool brick of the library and Harry’s hard chest. Looking up, she sees him smirking down at her, her hands press on his chest, in a feeble attempt to push him away. She could have pushed much harder but found herself wanting nothing more than the warm touch of Harry, a boy she didn’t even know. Normally, she would never let anyone do such a thing, but she felt somewhat comfortable with Harry’s touch.

“What do you do round here for fun, Elena?” Harry murmured, looking down at the blonde. She wasn’t short but Harry’s height was incomparable to hers.

“Uh, well we… Uhm…” She trailed off, knowing that her idea of fun certainly wasn’t the same as his.

“Do you have a car?” He muses, lifting his hand up to her cheek.

“No. But Chase does and I have the keys.” She splutters out. She shouldn’t have told Harry that, she barely even knew him. Yet, she felt compelled to do as he said, to make him happy.

“Who’s Chase?” Harry murmurs, looking into her eyes.

“M-My boyfriend.” Elena states, hypnotised by his gaze. Harry hums in amusement, his eyebrows raised. He smirks, his perfectly shaped lips being traced over by his tongue.

“Perfect.”