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Oh Lovestruck - What are you about to do to my heart!?

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An RA Love Story

Harry and Y/N are feuding resident assistants, but Y/N has a plan to bring both floors together.  Feedback and Request are welcomed.  Enjoy!  Lots of Love!

          Harry skimmed the weekly university newsletter.  He grabbed the steaming mug, sipping the boiling coffee. Harry hissed as the liquid burnt his throat.  Harry’s tired eyes attempted to focus on the Dean’s advice.  Last night,  Harry’s roommate, Zayn, ditched his RA duties.  Even though last night was Harry’s only night off, Harry watched over the third floor.  Did Harry enjoy working in a dormitory filled with the annoying freshman?  No, but Liam stole the last spot at the posh senior apartments.  A shrill scream from upstairs startled Harry.  Harry’s mug sloshed, spilling coffee on Harry’s sweatpants.  Harry cursed, standing abruptly, escaping from the burning pants.  Harry grumbled, knowing who’s fault this was.  Y/N, the fourth floor RA.  Harry despised Y/N for many reasons.  Y/N and Niall ran the fourth floor with a carefree attitude.  The freshman upstairs threw parties, which woke Harry from his slumber.  Y/N filled the third floor’s bulletin board with flyers about recycling.  Harry always threw away her flyers because nobody in college cared about recycling.  Y/N was like a pestering fly that wouldn���t stop bothering Harry.   *  *  *  *

          Niall jogged down the hall, knocking loudly on the decorated door. The young freshman unlocked her door, glaring at Niall.   “What do you want?” She hissed. Niall smiled, “We heard a scream come from your room.  Is everything okay?” The girl huffed, “Do I look okay?  My boyfriend dumped me after we slept together.” Niall wanted to roll his eyes at the naïve girl, but that would be against RA policy.  Instead, Niall swapped the grin for a frown. “I’m sorry.  That must be rough.  Would you like to talk about it?” Niall asked, praying she said no. The girl grinned, “Are you asking me out?” Niall’s eyes widened, “No.  I am not allowed to date anyone from this dorm.” The girl pouted, “Life is unfair.  I’ll be fine, but I can’t promise I won’t scream again.  He won’t stop posting pictures with my best friend.” Niall nodded, “I understand.  Maybe you should delete the app.  Have a lovely day.” Niall walked to his room, waving at everyone. Niall unlocked his door, stepping into the room.  Y/N sat on her bed, typing up another research paper.  Niall exhaled, falling onto his bed. “Why did I sign up for this job?” Niall complained, rubbing his aching knee. Y/N giggled, glancing up from her screen, “You are a good friend, and applied so I wouldn’t have to do it alone.” Niall nodded, glaring at her, “You promised me loads of beer.  Do I even get a beer?” She rolled her eyes, “Will you stop being an old man and read my paper?” Niall nodded, sitting up to grab her whirring laptop.  Y/N grinned, watching Niall’s facial expressions as he read her thesis.  Y/N didn’t know where she would be without Niall. *  *  *  *

           Harry stirred the ramen, reading the textbook’s small text.  Zayn stumbled into the messy room, grinning from ear to ear. Harry looked up at Zayn, glaring at the lovestruck man.   “Guess who slept with senior RA, Gigi?” Zayn asked, wiggling his eyebrows. Harry scoffed,  “You are the worst.  While you were getting laid, I took care of the floor.” Zayn smirked, “You did an amazing job. Would you like a night off?” “I don’t need a night off.  I also don’t need you leaving every night,” Harry grumbled. Zayn nodded, “Okay, I promise to work harder. Why are you so grumpy?” “Y/N’s floor won’t shut up.  One girl screamed and made me spill my coffee.” Zayn chuckled, “Why don’t you just sleep with her and get the tension out of the way?” Harry flicked Zayn off, leaving the kitchen.  Harry locked his bedroom door, needing space and silence.  Harry laid on his bed, closing his drooping eyes.  Noise from upstairs kept Harry awake.  Harry grumbled, deciding that tomorrow he would complain to Y/N.   *  *  *  *

           A loud knock rattled Y/N’s room.  Y/N shot up, wiping the sleep from her eyes.  Did Niall forget his key again, or did someone need her assistance?   “I’m coming,” Y/N called out, slipping her pink robe around her freezing body.   She shuffled, opening the heavy door. Harry waited until his clock passed midnight before he strolled down to Y/N’s dorm.  Since Y/N’s floor bothered Harry, he decided to interrupt Y/N’s slumber. Harry smirked once he saw her tired eyes staring back in confusion. “Harry, what’s wrong?  Did someone on my floor bother you?” She wondered. Harry nodded, “Your freshman constantly annoy me.  Do you ever follow the rules?” Y/N frowned, “Harry, Niall and I run our floor the best that we can.” Harry ignored the guilt gnawing at his heart, “Well, you better try harder.  My floor never breaks the rules.” Y/N nodded, trying to calm the anger boiling in her blood.  How dare Harry accuse her of not working hard enough.  It wasn’t easy to tend to thirty students.  Harry strutted off, proud of his speech.  Y/N didn’t understand why Harry disliked her.  Whenever she first met Harry, she fell head over heels. Harry would pop up in the laundromat, and Y/N would spill detergent everywhere.  Harry would ask her a question during RA meetings, and she would stutter over her words.  Y/N recently moved on, sensing the increased tension between Harry and her.  She hoped one day they could be friends.   *  *  *  *

           Niall arranged the pizza boxes, greeting everyone that entered the common area.  Y/N scheduled an emergency floor meeting tonight.  Niall planned on grabbing dinner with Liam, but Y/N offered to write Niall’s paper if he helped.   “Welcome, I’m sorry to call an emergency meeting on a Friday night,” Y/N cheered, grinning at the scowling faces. Niall stood up, wrapping an arm around Y/N’s shoulders, “We decided to buy everyone pizza.” “Yes, help yourselves to free pizza.  We have a fun idea for everyone,” Y/N giggled. “Lately, the third floor has complained about our floor; we cannot sit back while they insult us.  Y/N came up with a plan,” Niall mumbled. “We will have a prank war.  Whoever shall forfeit first will clean our bathrooms for an entire month,” Y/N stated. Niall smirked, “Is everyone willing to participate?” Everyone cheered, chatting among themselves about ideas.  Y/N chuckled, feeling excited to prank Harry.  Niall whistled, gathering everyone’s attention. “What will our first move be?” *  *  *  * 

           At the beginning of the semester, Harry handed out his number to every student on his floor.  He didn’t like the idea of his students walking alone drunk, so he offered to help anyone in need.  What he didn’t expect was a phone call at six in the morning.  Harry answered the call, pressing his phone against his ear. “Hello?” His voice thick with sleep. “Harry, this is Tim from room 301.  Have you seen our hallway?” Harry’s eyes popped open as he quickly tossed the blankets from his body.  Harry ran toward the hallway, throwing his door open.  Harry gasped, nearly falling onto the first prank.  Tiny paper cups filled with water littered the third floor. “Dammit!” Harry shouted, spinning around to call Zayn.   One by one, each student opened their door to find the cups.  If anybody attempted to leave their room, each cup would knock over another, creating a mess.  Harry and Zayn started collecting the cups with help from the other students. Harry’s phone dinged with a message from Y/N. I hope you loved our little prank.  Love, the fourth floor.  By the way, if you forfeit then your floor cleans the fourth floor’s bathroom. Harry growled, declaring war on the fourth floor.  If they wanted a prank war, then they would get a prank war.   *  *  *  *

           Y/N’s alarm blared in the silent room.  Y/N stretched, brewing her first cup of coffee. She grabbed her bathroom supplies, needing to shower before her morning classes.  Y/N opened her door, yelping whenever she ran into the saran wrap blocking her doorway.  Niall jumped awake, glancing around the room. “What?  What happened?  Did someone try to break in?” Niall slurred out. Y/N shook her head, glaring at Harry’s text, “The war has begun.” I hope you don’t miss class.  Sincerely, the third floor.   “That man doesn’t know what he just signed up for,” She grumbled.   Removing the saran wrap from her door took five minutes, but helping everyone else with their blocked doors took almost an hour.  Y/N nearly missed her first class of the day.   *  *  *  *

           Harry attended a local fraternity party, where he hooked up with a stunning sorority girl.  Sadly, she didn’t love the idea of cuddling and kicked Harry out of her room. The midnight air was thick.  The bright moon shined down on Harry’s stumbling figure.  His hooded eyes searched for his dorm.  Why did Harry drink so many shots?  Harry managed to find his dorm, tripping up the stairs.  Harry rounded the corner, groaning once he found his hallway.  The fourth floor created a toilet paper maze throughout the hallway.  Harry sighed, beginning his task of removing the maze before anyone woke up.  Harry wondered how much longer he could handle this prank war.   *  *  *  *

           Niall opened the door, cackling once he saw the floating bananas.  Y/N pulled each banana from the hanging string, presenting each room with a couple of bananas.   “Do you think they are giving up?” Niall wondered, tugging on his skinny jeans. Y/N shrugged, “Maybe they are saving something for the real deal.” Niall nodded, watching Y/N change out of her pajamas.  Niall sat on his bed, pulling his phone from his pocket.   “How was the frat party last night?” Niall asked. She winced, recalling the memories from last night.  Liam asked Niall and her to attend, but Niall couldn’t leave the floor all alone.  Y/N showed up, drinking whatever drink that Liam handed to her.  Her head ached from the loud music blaring from the living room.  She escaped up the stairs, trying to find an empty room to hide in.  Her sweaty hands pushed open one door, stumbling upon Harry kissing some sorority girl.  Y/N didn’t understand why her heart broke, but she quickly shut the door, escaping before anyone noticed her.  Tears blurred her vision as she darted out of the house and back to her room.  Whenever she came in, Niall had fallen asleep, so he didn’t hear her sobs.   “The party was amazing,” She lied. *  *  *  *

           Harry dragged his feet toward Y/N’s room, preparing his forfeit speech.  He stood in front of her decorated door, waiting until the courage bubbled up within.  He exhaled, knocking softly this time.  The door swung open, revealing Y/N dressed in a beautiful dress.   “Harry, what are you doing here?” She asked, shocked that Harry stood outside her door. Harry chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck, “Do you have time to talk?” She frowned, glancing down at her dress, “I have a few minutes.” She backed away from the door, allowing space for Harry to slip in.  Harry noted the difference in sides.  Niall’s side of the dorm was neat and all about Ireland.  Y/N’s side was messy and filled with Tumblr inspired décor.   “What did you need to talk about?” Y/N asked with a short tone. Harry quirked an eyebrow, “I need to talk about the prank war.  Did I do something?” She rolled her eyes, “You always do something. You insult me nonstop.  You think you are better than me.  You are the worst.” Harry’s jaw dropped. Where was this outburst coming from?  Harry glared, she was not going to walk over him. “I’m the worst?  You and your freshman keep me up all night.  You always fill our bulletin board with nonsense.  Nobody gives a shit about recycling.  You started this prank war, so if that’s why you are mad, then you can get over it.” Her nostrils flared, “That is not what I am mad about.  I started the prank war to bring the floors together.  You are ridiculous.  I can’t believe I had feelings for you.” Harry’s argument halted after hearing her admit that she liked him.  Harry opened his mouth multiple times like a fish out of water.   Y/N rolled her eyes, “Do you want to know why I’m mad?  I’m mad because you always treat me like garbage and yet I can’t stop drooling over you. I saw you kissing someone else, but I can’t stop picturing us together.  I’m sorry for bothering you.  I won’t talk to you again.  You can do all business through Niall.  Now, I have to go.  I have a date.” Harry’s heart cracked into a million pieces. Harry’s stomach churned with guilt. The look of sorrow on her face messed with Harry’s mind.  Did he hate her?  Was he trying to hate her to push away his feelings?  Either way, he was too late.   *  *  *  *

           Harry carried the bouquet of roses up to Y/N’s room. Harry owed her an apology.  After their conversation, Harry couldn’t stop thinking of Y/N.  Harry knocked on her door, hoping she was home.  Niall opened the door, smiling widely at Harry. “Hey, what are you doing here?  Are you here to forfeit?” Niall asked, leaning against the doorframe. Harry shook his head, “No, is Y/N here? I wanted to give her these roses.” Niall stared at Harry then at the roses, smiling at Harry’s blushing cheeks.   Niall shook his head, “No, she went out with some guy.  Do you want me to give these to her?” Harry nodded, “Thank you.  Can you tell her that I’m sorry?” Niall nodded, stealing the bouquet from Harry. All week Harry attempted to catch Y/N and apologize in person.  Every time Harry knocked, Niall answered.  Niall promised to give Y/N the bouquet, but she never messaged Harry.  Harry’s plan was failing, but he had one last trick up his sleeve. *  *  *  *

           Y/N stepped into her room, groaning once she saw another bouquet from Harry.   Niall chuckled, pushing his glasses up his nose, “Loverboy showed up again.” She rolled her eyes, throwing her scarf on a nearby chair, “Don’t call him that.” “How was your night out with Louis?” Niall smirked. Y/N huffed, “Louis and I are just friends.” “Why did you tell Harry that you were going on a date with him then?” She glared, “Who’s side are you on?” Niall shrugged, “I’m on Harry’s side.  He may have been a jerk, but he changed. He’s sorry.” Y/N ignored Niall’s comment, focusing on changing out of her clothes.  Was there a chance between her and Harry? *  *  *  *

           The freshman sobbed, blabbing on about her cheating boyfriend.  Y/N rubbed the girl’s shoulders, listening to her heartbreaking story.  Nights like these reminded Y/N of why she signed up to be an RA.  She loved helping people, and college students needed all of the help they could get. Y/N remembered crying to her RA about one night stands and dates gone wrong.  Y/N stayed with the freshman until she fell asleep.  Y/N left, loudly yawning as she checked each room.  Y/N noticed the common area light was still on, so she walked over to flick the light switch.  Harry sat on the couch, reading his textbook.  Y/N nearly screamed, startled by Harry’s figure.   “Harry, what are you doing here?” She hissed. Harry looked up from his book, grinning widely, “I am reading about biology.” Y/N rolled her eyes, “What are you doing on my floor?” Harry nodded, standing up to straighten his outfit, “I am here to forfeit the prank war.” Y/N smiled, “Are you giving up already?” Harry smirked, “I had many plans, but I figured you needed it more.  I’m sorry.” “What are you sorry about?” Harry frowned, “I treated you horribly. I talk about being kind, but I didn’t follow my advice.  You are doing the best that you can.  You are amazing at your job.  Our floor is best friends with your floor, and that wouldn’t have happened without the prank war.  You tied us together, and I was wrong to call you a bother.  I’m also sorry that you caught me with that girl.  I didn’t think that I liked you until I realized why you bothered me so much.  I didn’t want to date you because I was afraid to fall for you.  Now, I know that I am a fool to run from you.  You are amazing, and I’d be lucky to date you.  Can you give me a chance?” She blushed, “Harry, you are the absolute worst.  You bother me all week, and finally, sit out all night to ask me out?  What makes you think that I will say yes?” Harry stared wide-eyed at his shoes, “I don’t know.  I guess I was wrong.” She laughed, “Harry, I’m joking.  I will go on a date with you but don’t think you are out of that punishment.  Our floor likes our bathrooms cleaned with lemon cleaner.” Harry rolled his eyes, chuckling at her comment, “We will get started right away.  First, I have a girl to kiss.” She smirked, strutting up to Harry. Harry reached forward to tug her closer, but her arms wrapped around his neck, pulling his rosy lips to her waiting plump ones.  Harry was thrown off by her taking the lead but quickly wrapped his arms around her waist. The kiss sent chills down Harry’s spine and sent Y/N’s heart into a frenzy.  Harry had a feeling that the two floors were going to get even closer.