Chapter 20

                                    

                                          
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HIIIII. I really want to get back into writing fanfics and stuff sooo I'll be finishing this soon and then editing it! Sorry I'm so inconsistent with this story btw :( 
Anyway, enjoy!
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The normal gossip and song-filled three hour drive back to campus was suddenly what I imagined hell might be like. We sat in silence with the quiet hum of the cars passing by giving me a moment to breathe every so often. I kept my eyes out the window, daring not to glance over at Harry. I didn't have anything to say to him anyway and I was sure he had nothing to say to me. I sat, playing on my phone to pass the time, but it felt like it was taking a lot longer to get back than it took to get to his house. 
When we finally arrived back on campus, I quickly grabbed my things from the backseat and practically ran to the room and locked myself in my own room. I fell against the door, sliding down it, letting my guard down. I had never felt so alone in my entire life. I had no friends to talk to, and now my best friend was further away from me than ever, even if he was only in the room next door. I heard Harry come in, slam the door behind him and stomp to his room with another slam of the door. I chewed on my lip until it hurt and blood pools on top of my raw lips and decided to crawl into bed. I turned on my TV, but I didn't really watch it. I stared at the wall; the wall that separated Harry and me. I continued to replay the scene in my head, regretting that I'd said anything at all. I missed him already. I buried myself under the blankets, sobbing weakly, knowing that Harry would have probably heard, but that he didn't care anymore. I decided to make a decision, figuring I had nothing else to lose, and pulled out my phone. 
*You were right. I'm sorry for not telling you and I'm sorry I didn't listen to you about him being a douche. I know I have no right to message you right now and ask for your forgiveness after going behind your back, but I could really use a friend right now..
I sent the message to Morgan and hoped that she'd reply. I had told Morgan when she was hung up on Harry that it wouldn't have been a good idea to be "fuck buddies" because she'd get too attached. Why hadn't I heeded my own advice?! My phone pinged and I scrambled to open it and read the message.
*We're going to get lunch right now if you want to come.
I was surprised, but didn't hesitate to get out of bed and attempted to clean myself up. I tried to hide the remnant of tears, but it was no use. I quickly left my room, not bothering to look around in case Harry was in the living room, and darted to the door. I squeezed out and shuffled as fast as I could to the cafe. I saw Morgan, Nathalie, and Carter already at a table and I awkwardly walked over. They didn't smile at me, but I could see empathy in their eyes. I slowly sat down and looked into Morgan's hard eyes. 
"Listen, I know I was stupid and you don't have to forgive me, but-"
"You are pretty fucking stupid," Morgan sighed, a smile toying at her lips. I let out a sad chuckle and nodded. Morgan sighed and grabbed my hand, giving it a squeeze. Tears swelled up in my eyes, but I held them back. 
"Well, I won't press you about what happened, but I'm glad you've finally come to your senses," Morgan smirked in a cocky sort of way. I sighed and nodded, standing up with them to go and get some food. As we were going up to get food, I was lost in a train of thought and ran right into someone. I looked up, flustering to apologize only to feel my blood run cold and nearly lose feeling in my legs. Harry was staring down at me with a hard, angry look in his eyes. I quickly backed away, letting my mouth open and close like a fish out of water when I felt a tight grasp on my arm and a hard tug. I glanced over to see Morgan holding onto me tightly and glaring at Harry. His jaw tightened before he moved away, glancing at me ever so slightly before taking off. I felt my throat closing as I watched him walk away; just last night he was my best friend, and fuck buddy..., but now he was a total stranger to me. I didn't even recognize him as he disappeared into the crowd. 
"Sophia, come on," Morgan said softly, tugging my stare away from him and pulling me into line with them. 
"You, okay?" Carter asked, obvious sympathy in his eyes. I nodded and Morgan hugged me close to her side. 
"Total scum, don't worry you don't have to deal with that fucker anymore," she hissed, holding me tighter. I glanced up at her and she smiled slightly. 
"You can stay on our futon, don't even think about saying no," she said, poking my nose before ordering her food. 
"Thanks," I croaked out softly, glancing behind me to see if Harry was around. I quickly ignored the thought, reminding myself he wouldn't be in my life anymore. I swallowed hard and stepped up and ordered my meal. As we all sat back down to eat, I sat quietly, absorbed in my thoughts. 
"Pack a bag, see you in a few?" Morgan asked, holding my hand as we exited the building. I nodded, quickly walking to my room and making my way to my room. I started to gather my things when I heard a familiar sound. I heard panting and low moans through the paper thin walls and I closed my eyes tightly. I felt myself threatening to cry, but I held it back. I quickly packed the rest of my things, but as I went to leave my room I heard something that stopped me in my tracks. 
"Fuck, Sophe!" Harry moaned loudly. My eyes widened and my jaw dropped. Suddenly, the moans stopped. 
"Sophe?" the girl hissed. 
"I-, it's not-,"
"Who the fuck is Sophe? It's not fucking me!" 
"I'm sorry, it's-,"
"Fuck you, asshole!" she screamed and I heard his door slam and then the front door slam as well. I was frozen in place and realized that I needed to get over to Morgan and Nathalie's as fast as I possibly could.