Jackie's POV:

I woke well rested and satisfied, sitting up and stretching my arms over my head, letting out a yawn. I rubbed my eyes then glanced out the window, the sunlight was still streaming in at an angle, yet not as high in the sky as I thought it would be. I looked over to my alarm clock, reading 11:30 AM on it. I skipped off to the bathroom to shower yet again. It must seem like I'm a hygiene freak to everyone else, but I need one in the morning to wake me up and one at night to wash away the grime of day.

I finished quickly, wrapped the towel securely around myself, and padded back into my room, heading towards the dresser. I pulled out a worn but nice looking work out shirt, remembering how my soccer team had found out I didn't own any work out clothes so they each pitched in to buy me some. I quickly changed and put my change of clothes into my sling bag. http://hbuttercup.polyvore.com/

I brought my sling bad out and set it down on the coffee table, then speed walked to the kitchen. I look inside the fridge and noticed there was some grapes and cheese, I took those out then looked around for anything else that could be considered edible. I spotted some bread and quickly dug in, moaning at the taste. My mouth was watering but I didn't want to eat it all before I had the chance to go shopping. So I reluctantly put them away went to find the one book I had taken with me.

The Last Song by Nicholas Sparks always and forever will hold a special place in my heart. That book could have me reeling and sobbing every time and his words made me believe I was there. I felt everything Ronnie felt, from the cool ocean breeze to the multiple stings of betrayal to the wondrous and delightful fall of love. I glanced up from my book and noticed it was already 2:00 PM. I closed my book and placed it back in my room, making my way back to the living area and flopping down on the couch. I turned on the TV and thumbed the necklace my mother had given me when I was four. Just as I started to remember, I heard the door creak open.

I turned my head slightly and smiled lightly at Logan. Instead of her mimicking the gesture, her face froze in utter shock. I ignored that though and continued as though nothing had happened.

“Want to go to the gym with me?” I asked hesitantly. “Maybe we can start over?”

“Sure,” She replied. “I have to get changed though.”

“Sure,” I mirrored her response, “Bring a change of clothes though.”

“Okay.” She told me rather warily. I continued to watch TV until she reappeared. It didn't take her that long, and for that I was grateful. I couldn't wait to get to the gym, it made me feel great and it was a stress reliever.

“Ready?” I asked managing my excitement. She nodded her head in agreement and I smiled in turn. I followed Logan out and locked the door behind me, when I turned around the young man with the towel was there. For the first time I noticed he had green eyes, curly hair, and dimples that became more prominent in a smirk. Like now.

“Going to the gym ladies?” He asked of us. Why was he here? Was he coming to talk about the room situation again?

“Wipe that smirk off your face Styles,” Logan replied effortlessly, rolling her eyes for effect. “Want to accompany us to the gym and then you can go be macho man?” Wait, Styles? Was that this boy's name? Certainly it can't be... Who in their right mind would name their son that? More importantly though, how did Logan know him?!

“I would love to.” He replied, I just frowned and focused on the ground like the most interesting articles in the world where etched there. Just as I was pondering these questions further, a new one popped into my head. Why am I giving this so much thought? Its not like I care what he does, or for that matter; what Logan does. “So are you sure your not going to throw up right after you eat Logan?” Whoa. Hold on just a goddamn second. He surely didn't take her out to lunch did he?! I don't care. I really don't. I let as little emotion as I could display on my face.

“Um,...Yeah.” Logan replied quite awkwardly. “So Harry you didn't finish telling me about what you're interested in studying here.” She said making small talk. How the hell does she find it so easy to make conversation?! The thoughts from earlier started seeping back into the forefront of my mind. How do these two know each other? Are they an item? And most importantly, WHY THE HELL DO I CARE?!?!

“Oh, I was thinking music.” He said casually.

“Oh that's cool, I'm a dance major.” She replied. That does it. I can't take this anymore.

“And where is that going to get you?” I asked as uncivilized as ever. The side of me she had seen earlier resurfacing.

“I was actually going to go to the American Ballet,” She said very soft and forlorn. I assumed it was a nice dance academy considering I knew nothing about dance. But one thing was clear, it had been a thing she had cherished. But then things had gone sour. I felt a giant pang of guilt wash over me.

“What happened?” Harry asked quietly want I wanted to. I looked over at him and saw sympathy clouding his bright green eyes, and...Maybe something more? Did he like my roommate?

“Its something I don't really like to talk about.” She spoke in the same tone as Harry.

“Why because you suck?” I snapped. I'm not sure what compelled me to do it, but the words left my mouth sounding harsh and cruel.

“No,” She bit back, frustration clear in her voice. “And would you just shut the fuck up! All you have been is rude to everyone you meet! I'm sorry I'm not some rich spoiled brat that isn't used to having people not like her! I don't like to talk about not making it to the American Ballet because my mother and brother died in a car accident.” With that she stormed off into the gym and out of sight into an empty studio. I put my face in my hands.

“I'm an awful human being.” I told myself, not crying, just making sure I understood the words.

“I'll go talk to her.” Harry told me, I jumped a bit, forgetting he was there and looked up just in time to see him disappearing into the same room. I sighed and decided I'd get to work. I stretched every possible muscle I could think of; touching my toes and resting my head against my knees, lifting each foot up and stretching the calf, pulling each arm across my chest and pulling the behind my head, sitting and touching my toes again, doing the butterfly, then lunging on each leg and slipping down into the splits. When I was done, I started lifting some weights for about half an hour or so, then I proceeded to do two hundred crunches, when I was finished I walked my way over to my favorite machine. I got on the treadmill and set it for a moderate jog. I got lost in my thoughts about life and what my future holds until I noticed the gym was almost empty. The last girl was just heading out the door when I finally came to this conclusion.

I slowed the treadmill down to a walking pace and cooled down for a couple of minuets. I got off and stretched, everyone always forgets to stretch after working out. It helps prevent you from getting stiff the next day. I walked into the girls locker room with my sling bag and laid my clothes out on the bench, no one was here but Logan, Harry, and I anyways. I stripped down and laid my gym clothes next to my fresh ones. I looked around for a towel but it seemed as though I would just have to throw my clothes on over my wet body and hope for the best. I made a mental note to bring a towel next time. I got in the shower and let the warm water sooth me. I was humming and trying to think of ways to make up what I had done to Logan, considering this was supposed to be an apology for my last outburst.

I thought I heard the door open, but it was so quiet it was probably just my imagination. I continued to wash my hair and rinse the conditioner out. Letting the water wash over me for a few more minuets before turning it off. I stepped out and quickly ran over to where I had left my clothes. It was freezing in here! That's odd... Where did my clothes go? I circled around the bench in case they had fallen over the other side. No luck. Then I circled the opposite way, as if they would suddenly appear.

I was concentrating on the spot I had left them, willing them to reappear and give me the warmth I craved. Then I noticed a small torn piece of paper with some writing on it. I picked it up and couldn't believe my eyes.

Good luck getting back to the room ;) xLo

THAT LITTLE BITCH! Sure I had said some harsh stuff, but to take my clothes?! With only my locket for clothing, if that even counted?! That was low. I was going to get her back, but now was not the time to think of that. I had to figure out how I was going to get back to our damn room. I crumbled the paper up and threw it over my shoulder, walking towards the girl's locker room door. I peered out into the gym, keeping my nude body behind the door, just in case. No one was here. I sighed and exited. I walked quickly through the gym and to the exit door, doing the same procedure as I had used in the girl's locker room. The coast was clear so I exited, turning around to shut the gym door quietly.

“What a lovely evening for a stroll. Bit chilly though.” A deep male voice spoke with amusement ringing throughout it. I whipped around and crossed my legs, using one hand to cover my feminine parts and my other arm to cover my breasts. The one Logan had called Styles was standing before me, assessing my body with lustful eyes. He was lingering on my covered areas with a disappointed look, almost as though he wished my hands all of a sudden didn't work properly anymore.

“What the hell are you doing here....” I started to yell but then realized I didn't know his name. He smirked.

“Name's Harry, and you?” He asked.

“Jackie. Now what the hell are you doing here?!” I asked loudly. Getting more annoyed by the minuet.

“The real question is why are you naked? And I wouldn't be talking so loud if I were you...You might attract more people.” He laughed.

“Oh shut up! My asshole roommate stole all my clothes!” I told him as quietly as I could, it was more difficult than it seemed. He started to walk in a circle around my shivering and damp body. I shuffled around to face him so he couldn't get a good view of my bare backside. He laughed at this.

“Oh this was the best plan ever.” He mumbled, eyes still ranking across every exposed part of me.

“WAIT. WHAT THE HELL DID YOU JUST SAY?!” I shouted. I lost any trace of composure I had to begin with.

“Shit.” He mumbled, fear evident in his eyes.

“Take off your pants.” I ordered in a normal voice with no emotion at all.

“What?” He asked bewildered.

“You heard me. Shirt too.” I replied still emotionless.

“And if I don't?” He smirked.

“Did you know your ear comes off with ten pounds of pressure?!” I asked him cheerfully with a bright smile to match. His face fell and he hurriedly took off his pants. “Turn around.” I said, back to my emotionless state.

“Come on! Just a few seconds uncovered!” He whined.

“That's not all I know Harry. I can break your thumb, knee, nose, and eye socket before you can count to ten.” He gulped and slowly turned. I quickly grabbed his pants and tugged them on. When he took off his shirt and threw it back to me I slipped that on too. When I was done I bent down to roll up the cuffs of the jeans seeing as how they were about a foot too long. I stood back up, please with myself. “Okay, finished.” He turned back around and full out laughed despite the situation. I flipped him off and started to walk in the direction of my dorm. The I noticed Harry trotting happily beside me. I scowled. “Why are you following me?”

“I'm not. We're neighbors.”

“Oh.” I said, my cheeks flushing a light pink at this new found knowledge. We walked in silence all the way to our rooms until we we're just outside them.

“Well, regardless of how this turned out, it was fun. We should do it again sometime.” Harry smiled genuinely. Then a look of horror crossed his face, as if realizing what he had just said. “I didn't mean it like that. I meant I'd like to see you again but not that part of you. I mean, those parts of you were lovely and I'd wouldn't mind seeing them again...I mean...” I put my hand over his mouth to silence his rambling. He seemed grateful for the gesture.

“Maybe we can hang out sometime and do a movie night or something. I'll give these back to you as soon as possible.” I said tugging on my borrowed shirt. I turned and walked into my dorm without another word. Logan, I will get you for this.

Harry's POV:

I blinked once in astonishment. Staring at the door Jackie had vanished into. I walked into my room and found my roommate sitting on the couch, he broke into a huge smile and got up to shake my hand.

“I'm Louis, I'm you new roommate!” He exclaimed shaking my hand.

“Harry, tomorrow I'm introducing you to the neighbors. They're wild.” I walked off robotically to bed and fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillows. I liked her name, Jackie. Was my last coherent thought.

Louis' POV:

What the hell happened to him...?

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