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MEDDLE ABOUT

This fic is inspired by the song “meddle about” by chase atlantic.

I am so obsessed with frat boy harry and chase atlantic, so whats better than the two of them combined 😩

QUICK NOTE! yes this book is inspired by the song meddle about, however part one is just the lead up to where my inspo has came from. part two is heavily inspired by the lyrics. give the song a listen whilst your reading!

AU: Fratboy!Harry x reader (she/her)

Warnings: NONE (not yet anyways ;)

word count: 1.6k

part one.

part two. (coming soon)

The first day of university had finally arrived. Y/N had dreamed of this day for as long as she could recall. The sun was gleaming as she walked through campus whilst taking in the view of all the buildings. It didn’t feel real. She felt like she was finally an adult. It was the next chapter of her life. She was ready to be taken seriously.

She made her way to her first class, English lit. She always felt connected to the subject. Words just came to her so effortlessly. Well thats what people told her anyways. Walking into to class, she scanned the crowd of people sat down on their chosen seats for the upcoming semester. Y/N always liked to stay lowkey, so she decided to take her seat where not much attention would be put on her. She made her way up to the second last row up at the back and plonked herself into her chosen seat. She sighed in relief and began to unpack her things that were required to take notes.

Logging into her laptop somewhat relaxed and ready to begin her first day of class, she looked up and noticed a tall figure stroll into her class effortlessly. He was clad in a plain white t-shirt and a pair of black skinny jeans. Simple. She liked simplicity. She observed this mysterious figure, and the way he carried his books and laptop in one hand so easily. She noticed his brown curly hair and the way it looked so messy but in the nicest way possible. She watched him make his way up the stairs and noticed the tattoos that were sprawled against his arms. She wondered if he had anymore on him that she couldn’t quite see. She shuffled stiffly in her seat when she had realised she had been staring for way too long. Looking away, Y/N mentally noted to herself that she needed to focus, and gain some stability back. She cursed at herself for being so intrigued towards this boy. She has literally only known of his existence for about 30 seconds and she is already thinking a million thoughts about this man. Regaining focus, Y/N began to pay attention to watch she was doing, before he walked in.

She heard shuffling coming from her side, as she looked, she realised he had sat right beside her. This cannot be happening she thought to herself. He had chosen the seat right next to her. She began to sit up straight in a panicked manner and attempted to fix her appearance by putting her hair behind her hair, subtly, or thats what she at least thought. She looked to her side again and noticed he had these green twinkling eyes. Could he get anymore attractive Y/N thought to herself.

Just as she was about to look away from her extremely brief stare, he caught eyes with her, and flashed her a charming smile.

“Hi, Is it okay i sit here? I hate sitting down at the front, feel like i can actually breathe at the back.” He uttered whilst chuckling. She noticed his accent. Y/N laughed, trying to hide the fact that she was literally dying. He’s english too? He just keeps getting better, she thought.

“uh yeah of course it is, i get how you feel. There is nothing worse than being the victim of a question you don’t know how to answer” she smiled. He returned one, flashing his straight pearly white teeth.

“Right! I’m harry by the way.” he looked at her intently, she thought just for a second he was analysing her features. Y/n began to blush at the thought of harry actually looking at her.

“I’m Y/N.” she said softly, “It’s nice to meet you, Harry.” She caught herself off guard. Did that sound too flirty? She began to overthink. She mentally face palmed herself.

Harry smirked, “Y/N. Pretty name, for a pretty girl. Its nice to meet you too, darling.” Y/n almost choked on the very little salvia that was left in her mouth, due to the fact her mouth was drying up from her nervousness from Harry being in her presence. She regained composure slyly, hoping harry didn’t noticed the mess she was in front of him.

She was blushing like crazy, she was speechless. Usually Y/N would already be rolling her eyes, if this was any other boy. However, Harry has this undeniable attractiveness. She is very welcoming to the idea of Harry flirting with her like this. She liked it. A lot.

The professor started to speak through the microphone and began the introduction to the course. They both began to listen to what the professor was talking about. Y/N was trying her best to pay attention, but the thought of Harry being sat beside her was making her feel uneasy, her mind was just purely focusing on him. His hair, that smile, his raspy voice, the way he’s sat spread out on the seat with his pen in one tattooed hand, scribbling notes into his notebook. She caught herself staring, again. She really couldn’t help herself. Harry’s eyes flashed over to her and she was caught looking. He just simply smirked at her, with his bottom lip in between his teeth.

Time went on and their first lecture was over with, and everyone began to pack up and leave. Y/N needed to leave quickly, she felt way too embarrassed to be around Harry after that painful lecture. She was so mad at herself for feeling this way about a boy shes known for 2 hours. Rushing, she packed up her stuff, and made her way down the steps, but she heard Harry calling her name. She stopped in her tracks and waited for harry to catch up with her. She took a deep breath, and was ready to channel her inner bad bitch energy. She concluded, that if she thought Harry was this attractive, she needed to be confident and reciprocate the energy he was giving. If she wanted him, she needed to act like she was not wanting to cripple up into a ball of nervousness when talking to him or even being around him.

“Hi.” he uttered.

“Hi.” she shyly spoke back. Yeah, her plan never worked. Back to being the quiet girl she truly was.

They were both making their way down the stairs and harry spoke out,

“My friends having a party this Friday, it’s just a celebration for the new semester starting. I think you should come, I’d like to see you there.”

He looked at her face, and slowly trailed his eyes down her body. Y/N noticed, she thanked herself for wearing her new summer dress she bought the other day, which showed off her legs. She couldn’t comprehend the effect this man had on her. She tucked her hair behind her hair and flashed harry an unsure look, her eyes staring right back into Harry’s.

“A party?” she queried. She had nothing else to do. She was sure her friend, Isabella, already knew about this. “You will maybe see me there, if your lucky enough, harry.” She stared up at him through her lashes.

“I better be seeing you there. You would be making my night far more enjoyable, love.” He smirked. She couldn’t handle him. She was going to faint.

“Well then, in that case, i’ll be there. I’m sure seeing you wouldn’t be too bad on my part either.” She giggled. She was surprised by the confidence she had suddenly gained, and she liked it. Maybe channelling the bad bitch energy wasn’t a bad idea. They had stopped walking and were stood in the halls of campus. No one was in sight, probably due to them just wanting to go back to their flat after being bored from the tedious introduction from the lecture. Y/N was leaning against the wall. Harry was stood parallel to her against the opposing wall.

“I’m not that bad, am i?” Harry rasped, as he pushed himself off against the wall, and walked closer towards Y/N.

“Hmm, are you?” Y/N questioned, she felt like teasing him.

“If you come on Friday, you will maybe realise i’m not that bad to be around, even though i know you don’t actually think that.” Harry whispered, standing in close proximity to Y/N, with his arm now placed above her head, whilst looking down at her. She took a sharp breath in, taking in the scent of his musky aftershave. It made her weak at the knees. Thank god she was leaning against a wall, she thought to herself, because she would of collapsed by now.

“Well Harry, you might be right there, but that’s for me to know, and for you to maybe find out” she whispered back. She liked this new side, she felt powerful, by seeing the way Harry was now looking at her. She was staring into his eyes, and could almost catch a glance of something. Eagerness? Lust?

Harry took his arm from above her head and stood in-front of her, in close proximity, with a grin on his face. She smiled back. Y/N reached for Harry’s hand and grabbed a pen from her bag. She began to write on the the back of his hand. She wrote her number and a small love heart beside it.

She glanced up at him and he looked down at her, with a smirk on his face.

“You can text me the address. See you on Friday, Harry.” She pushed herself off of the wall, squeezing past Harry, with their bodies slightly brushing off one another, and began to start walking back to her flat. She couldn’t wait to tell Isabella about this.

“See you Friday, Y/N, wear your best dress for me, darling.” Harry responded with a rasp to his tone. Y/N turned back and stuck her middle finger up at him and chuckled. He shook his head in disbelief and waved back cheekily. She couldn’t believe it. She did not expect this at all, especially on the first day.

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yay! part one is finito

trust me when i say, part two is going to be incredibly saucy!

part two coming soon.

p.s this is my first fic so please be kind, i know its rubbish but hey im just writing out what my night time scenarios consist of😛

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