That One Night

There's always that night that you look forward too. That one night where everything has to go perfect. For me, that night is prom. It's our only night where it doesn't matter who you are, or what you've done. It's our only night to be who you are. But could meeting someone famous get in the way on that one night?

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12. Chapter 12

The kettle boiled and I poured the boiling water into the cups of hot chocolate. Harry helped me stir as I poured them. We grabbed our drinks and went back to his room. I sat with my back against the huge window and Harry sat cross-legged on the edge of his bed. We stared at each other for a while, slurping our hot chocolate.

"Do you like the fame?" I asked him suddenly. The thought had been going through my mind since I'd met him.

"I like it sometimes, but not others," he said then went back to staring at his drink.

"Is that all I'm getting?" I asked him back.

"I don't really want to talk about it right now," he replied whilst looking at me. I sighed loudly and finished the rest of my drink. I got up and said "goodnight" to Harry as I headed towards the door. He jumped up and grabbed my hand, pulling me towards him.

"Stay here tonight," he told me. I looked into his eyes and they looked warm and inviting.

"Harry I can't..." I started saying, but Harry cut me off.

"I don't mean in the same bed, I'll sleep on the floor," Harry exclaimed. I smiled at his consideration towards me. He pulled me towards his bed and tucked me in. It was so much comfier than mine. I watched Harry as he grabbed a quilt from the wardrobe and lay it on the floor.

"Go to sleep," Harry whispered to me before kissing my forehead. I heard him get comfortable on the floor and soon I heard his slight breaths which sent me straight to sleep.

I woke up to a stream of light escaping through the curtains onto my face. I blinked, trying to make sense of where I was. I sat up and looked around. Then it hit me. I was in Harry's room. I frantically got out of bed and started pacing the floor. What happened last night? Did we do anything?

Then my eyes flicked to the quilt on the floor. I remember now. Harry slept on the floor. I let out a breath of relief and opened the door.

I looked both ways down the corridor and there was no-one about so I quickly ran to the bathroom. I looked in the mirror and sighed loudly. My hair was scruffy and all messy and my makeup was halfway down my face. I washed all my makeup off and put my long hair on top of my head in a messy bun. I hated wearing no makeup but my bag was in Harry's room. I opened the door again slowly and walked out. Straight into someone.

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