Harry Styles Shorts and One Shots

U.N.I 3 **

Word count: 11,100

18+ only

Siya

"Hey, mom. I'm about to go to my next class. I was just calling you to ask if you could help me with my car.  It broke down at work last night, and I have no money to fix it. Just call me back when you can. I love you. Bye."

I let out a nervous sigh, wondering how the fuck I'm going to get around if I have nothing to drive in. How will I work? I can't pay for Uber every single day, and the bus would take too long. I'm also not keen on the idea on asking Harry. That's—ridiculous, no matter how hot he is. The walk to the other side of campus was grueling, but at least it isn't too hot outside.

Gina is sitting in our usual seats in class, my gaze catching Harry whose eyes are focused down onto his paper in front of him. It looks like he's studying, and that makes me worry. Was I supposed to be studying for something?

As I walk up the steps past his seat, I feel a hand grab mine, forcing me to whip my head around and look down, seeing a beaming Harry.

"Hi," he says quietly, but not without that hint of allure in his words.

"Hey," I respond just as hushed, feeling my cheeks reddening as the seconds pass.

Harry squeezes my hand briefly then releases it, my eyes meeting Gina's who is gaping at me with a bright, open-mouthed smile.

"What the fuck was that?!" she asks with an excited whisper. "Did you fuck?!"

"No!" I shush her, giggling. "I passed out when I got home last night so I never got to tell you, but my car stopped working and Harry picked me up from work. We kinda—heavily made out outside my dorm?"

"Yes!" she shouts, the entire room turning to look at us, my hand running to my forehead to slap it in embarrassment. Gina looks around the class with a laugh. "Sorry."

Everyone goes back to minding their business, except for Harry. He's gazing at me, and I can't help but to blush from the look he's giving me. I haven't changed my mind about sleeping with him today, but I am nervous about being used. I don't want another Nick all over again, especially with someone I have to see on a fairly regular basis.

"Oh, god. He can't stop looking at you. Siya, he's pussy whipped without the pussy!"

"Shhh!" I giggle, turning my attention to her. "Please be quiet."

"Ah, sorry, but it's so exciting! We have to double date!"

My brows ruffle. "Double date? I don't even want to date him, Gina."

"Ohhh, you're going the casual route," she nods proudly. "I respect it."

"No," I laugh, shaking my head. "I'm scared to put myself out there. Yes, I made out with him and felt his dick through his pants—"

"You did WHAT?!"

"Gina!" I hush her again. "Please!"

"Mind your business!" she shouts out into the class, our professor walking into the room after she does. "You felt him? Oh, my god. Was he big?"

My thighs clench at the memory. "Yes," I whisper. "But I don't think I can see him again. I'm too weak. I don't want to fuck him and get used."

"Then just use him," she says matter-of-fact.

"All right, everyone. Pop quiz today," our professor interrupts our conversation.

The entire class groans, to which our professor laughs.