Pitch Slapped

Delany was a freshman in high school and orientation was where clubs recruited the 'freshies'. Many clubs asked for her to come join but they all seemed to dorky like the chess club or book club. She didn't want to be a nerd like in middle school. She wanted to stand out, shine. That's when one specific club caught her eye, not just because of the guy recruiting with his brunette curls. Just the idea of it all. Being noticed.

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21. Screw Up

"Harry open the door." I knocked on his door. After Harry's incident with Cher yesterday I couldn't find him anywhere to rehearse his song. So today we would have to ditch school and rehearse. It wasn't really a big deal, it was Friday the teacher's never gave homework. As I knocked on his door and couldn't stop thinking about how this dorm looked familiar. Had I been to his dorm before. No I haven't, unless...

"Bloody hell." The door opened and I saw Niall in his boxers.

"Is Harry here?" I asked.

Niall finally realized who I was and hid behind the door. "Uh, yeah. He's asleep. Why?" 

"We need to practice his song." I told him.

"Oh, yeah. Give me a minute I've got to wake him up." Niall shut the door.

I didn't know he shared a room with Harry. I thought he shared it with Louis? The door opened breaking my thoughts.

"Well, I'm sorry Laney Bug, but he won't wake up and I'm going to be late for class so fill free to wake him." Niall said as he left his room.

"Thanks Niall." I said sarcastically. I walked in and looked around and saw Harry sound asleep in his bed. I walked over and poked him, he didn't budge.

"Harry, it's time to wake up." I said.

"Go away." He hid his face under the covers.

"Harry we've got to practice your song." I told him. I pulled the covers off his face and he immediately cover his face with his hands. What is wrong with him?

"Leave me alone." He put his pillow over his face. Was he trying to hide something?

"Harry, what's wrong with your face?" I asked him.

"Nothing." He talked into his pillow. I yanked the pillow off his face and noticed his face was puffy and his eyes were bloodshot. Has he been crying?

"Harry why have you been crying?" I asked him sitting on his bed. He sat up next to me and he too was in his boxers.

"I'm a screw up." He buried his face in his hands.

"Harry don't talk like that." I told him.

"But it's true. I've screwed up everything."

"What are you talking about?" I asked.

"That song I wrote was for you and don't you dare deny that," He said, "You couldn't take your eyes off me the whole song. And in your song on Wednesday we were in a cafe Delany. Please tell me it began again with me." His eyes looked straight into mine and I quickly looked away.

"I-I-I." I stumbled looking at the ground. I looked back at him and he pulled my face closer to his and he leaned in and kissed me.

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