The Spring Semester [On Hold Indefinitely]

Harry dropped me off in front of my dorm building after a car ride with minimal small talk. Our goodbye felt really awkward and I started to wonder if I really didn't embarrass myself last night. What if I confessed my crush? Fuck. I can't face him ever again. Wait, no, I have to. We're in a group project together. I'm convinced I must have said something to him and because he sees me as just a friend, he rather not bring up. That had to be why he was uncomfortable.
I made my way up the long flight of stairs mentally kicking my own ass for something I may or may not have done. All I wanted was to shower and be in my own bed now.

I turn the doorknob and to my satisfaction it was open and I didn't have to dig for my keys. I find Jules on her laptop and she turns to look at me with raised eyebrows.
"Where were you all night, missy?" she asks closing her laptop and crossing her legs. Her full attention on me.
"I slept at Harry's." I drop my purse in a corner and throw myself on the bed. I really didn't want to have this conversation right now.
"Harry? Your boy crush?" She asks in a playful tone and I peek at her from my pillow, she has a stupid smirk on her face.
"Yes, but he's just my friend!"
"Wait, you spent the night but didn't shag him?" her face is incredulous.
"No." I bury my face in the pillow and Jules returns to her work. I didn't want to talk about it anymore.
Of course he didn't try anything with me. I'm just a friend to him. Just friends. He even said so. Friends. Sigh.

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The following morning I was woken up by loud bangs on our door. I looked around to see Jules wasn't here so I had to open it. My hair was a mess and my headache was barely there. I still wanted to sleep in longer, but the pounding became louder. I opened the door to find Miss Supermodel Lauren standing so perfect with an enraged face. She walked past me without me even inviting her in. Bitch.
"What the hell, Daniella?!" Ugh not her dramatic shit again.
"What?" I asked her as I tamed my hair by wrapping it in a loose ponytail. Too early for this.
"Don't act like you don't know!" Something tells me this has to do with Harry.
"Well, I don't and stop fucking yelling at me. This is MY dorm room..." She crosses her arms, still fuming.
"I know you slept at Harry's! Fuck, Daniella, I told you I wanted him and you went and fucked him?!" Even though I know it didn't happen, it brought some satisfaction to have Lauren think I did. Of course I was going to clear it up, for Harry's sake. I'm just going to drag it out a little more.
"Lauren, last time I checked Harry is not your boyfriend. You don't have a claim on him and he can do what he wants." I felt like laughing a little because her face was hilarious.
"How can you say that?! I saw him first!" She clearly got more upset at my statement. Also technically I saw him first, bitch.
"Look, Lauren I don't know who told you," and suddenly I wondered who really could have told her, "but nothing even happened. He's all yours! Take him!" She had a better chance than me anyway. After that she stormed out of my dorm and yelled, "OH I WILL!" leaving me with clenched fists. Was she declaring some stupid war against me for Harry?

Notes

Just filler but ultimately we will know who is relaying info to Lauren. I may update later on, I really want to get to the Mexico City chapters because we will have lots of Harry and Dani on that trip. :D

Oh and shoutout to whoever is going around rating stories poorly so they no longer have a ten. You must be really fun at parties.