The bed was cold as I lay in it thinking how I’ll only be married to Harry for two more days. Then I’ll be able to go off to college like I wanted. So, I can’t figure out when I’m so upset about it. Why?
After that day on the rooftop I’ve only seen Harry three times. There was even a rumor that Louis and I were dating behind Harry’s back. But that one got wrapped up fast when Harry, I and every single member of the the band tweeted that it wasn’t true. Though there was still people who believed it was true.
The evening was the party, five hours before it starts. Any moment my family and friends will be knocking on the door and I’m still in bed, in my pjs. ‘knock, knock’ I let out a deep breath before answering the door. I thought I knew who it was but there was a guy with long brown, curly-ish hair.
“Jack wants to know if you know what you're going to say tonight?”
“I think he was just trying to get rid of me.” I gave him a look. “I was eating the food that’s for the party.”
“Was it good?”
“Yeah…” It seemed like there was more to that but he didn’t go on.
“So… do you know what you're going to say?” I asked.
He looked me up and down. I’m wearing shorts pj bottoms and a tank-top. I pull my shorts down, like I’m trying to make them longer. Blush fills my faces as I see Harry still looking at me.
“What? I’ve seen you in less than that.” I blush more. “I’ve seen you in a swimming suite.” For a second I thought he meant something else. I don’t say anything as I put a long tee shirt on.
He gave me a puzzled look.
“Know what you're going to say?”
“No.” That’s all he said.
“Do you think…” He looked at me. “be friends, after this?” I asked.
“Why? You going to miss me?”
I looked at him.
“Why? Aren’t you going to miss me?”
“Hum?” He said.
“Harry!” I tossed a pillow at him.
“Yeah, of course.” He said, in a tone that sounds true, like he meant it.
It was quite, then whack. Harry thrown the pillow at me.
“You tossed it first!” He pointed that out to me.
I walked over with the pillow. “This is for sleeping and hitting…” I started hitting him over and over with the pillow. He whipped it out of my hands. Letting out a little yelp. Taking a few steps back.
“Harry… you know I was just playing...”
Plop. The pillow hit the side of my head; hair covered my face.
Taking a few steps I fell on the bed.
“Please...:” Harry started hitting me with the pillow. I reached out, grabbing another pillow. I tried hitting him back.
“Harry.” I say between hits and laughter. “You win!”
“I always do.” He took my pillow and his and tossed them.
He helped me up. Standing harry was only a few inches away. Once again, Harry and I, face to face.
“Harry?” I wasn’t even sure what I was going to say.
But I didn’t get the chance; there was a knock at the door.
Looking over at the door, another knock.
Harry was still looking at me, I made myself look away and walk towards the door.
“Shannon!” Tossing my arms around her I squeezed her tightly.
“I’ve missed you.”
She saw Harry and left her eyebrows.
Letting her in she sees Harry.
“Let that’s my sign to go.” Harry said.
“Harry, you don’t have to…”
“My mom should be here and I need to get ready…. for… tonight, you know.” He looked sad.
If Shannon wasn’t here I would ask him. Ask him why? Why, everything but I can’t and my moment for that maybe gone.
He headed for the door. “Harry?” Stopping he turned. I tossed my arms around him. Squeezing tight. Squeezed me back, I could feel him take a deep breath, before letting me go. I couldn’t read his eyes; I watched him go.
Turning Shannon lifted her eyebrows at me.
“Nothing.” she said.
Then I told her about the party.
“How do you feel about this… all?”
I thought, hard about this. I don’t know how I feel. I just know I’m falling for him.
“I don't know.” I half fibbed.
Shannon helps me get dress. My brown hair pulled back, I put on a strapless red dress that stopped around my. I put bright red lipstick on, before putting on my black shoes. Looking at myself, I look different than I did before all of this. I am not the same girl I was. I don’t mind online classes. Don’t need to go to class. I’ve been to places I’ve only dreamed about. Made friends. Even gotten over a broken heart this may end with an other one but at less I’ve grown and learned from this one.
Shannon placed her head on my shoulder.
“You’ll be okay.”
I hugged her. She had one a yellow dress that made her sink darker; her eyes brighter.
Jack wanted Harry and I to show up at different time. He said it’ll make it look like there's problems.
My heart pounded. Shannon and I walked in. Many people just looked at us a few looked away while others stared. My eyes traveled the room until the landed on Harry. He was just staring at me.
Harry was dressed in all black. Black skinny jeans, button up shirt, shoes. He let his hair be free tonight.
“Hi.” he looked me up and down. “You look… good.”
My heart fell a little, I wanted him to say more than good.
“You mom here?”
“Over there.” I pointed to the over side of the room.
That was all that was said before Jack pulled Harry away. Was that the last words Harry or I would say to one another before the beans, somewhat, get spilled?
I was split in half, part of me hope so but another part was asking for more; wanting more. One hour before Harry would call me to the mic. What will I say? Sorry? Could I tell Harry the truth? Sneaking a glance over at him he was looking at me. This made me smile.
Throughout the last ten minutes I couldn’t stop myself from looking over at Harry while the room filled up with more and more people. I gulped the last bit of my drink when “You wanna dance?” Came from behind me. “Yes.” I said before even turning around, it was Harry. I knew. This was a voice I know now; might never be able to stop remembering it.
A slow song came on when we headed over to the area where people are dancing. Harry pulled me close placing his hand on my lower back. His lips next to my ear I could hear him hum along with the music as he lead the dance. My arms wrapped around his neck.
“It about time.” He whispered.
Not speaking I pulled back a little and just looked at him. This was probably the last time I would be this close to him. I wanted, need, to take him and remember as much. Why? Because I’m no longer just falling, part of me is in love with him.
My eye dared to cry, I could feel them burn with tears but I didn’t look away. I just took in the color of of his eyes, hair, smell and this moment in all the others From the rooftop to the pillow-fight to my favorite spot on the hill in my home town. Heartbreak is the nice way to put what I’m going to have by the end of the night.
Harry didn’t say anything, he just looked at me. His eyes, locked away his feelings. Must be a skill he pick up in the line of work he’s in. Biting my lip I wish I had the guts to tell him how I feel just what if he doesn’t feel the same. What if it was just the drinks talking? I’ve tried to talk to him but ever time I go to I don’t. He brushed some his hair back before placing his hands back on my back.
“Harry?” I said. “I need to tell you…”
“Don’t say anything.” He pulled me close. He lightly kissed the top of my head.
“Please.” He said.
That please killed me. I wanted to yell at him but my family, his, the world was, no is, watching us.
So, I did what I’ve been doing the last three month I listen and didn’t say anything. The song ended, another song didn’t start it was his cue. He ran his down my arms then squeezed my hands.
I opened my mouth to talk, he walked off before I could get my voice working. I weak ‘Harry’ was all the came, but he, no one could hear it.
“Hey.” He said into the mic. The room felt quite.
Everyone watching him.
“Riley, c...could I ask you to come up here?”
The pounding in my chest was loud and hard as slowly made my way to the stage.
Harry held out his hand to help me up the few steps on the stage. I was hoping he would stay holding it but he let go.
“Many of you are wondering why this party is happening…” He looked at me.
My stomach feel.
“Harry?” I whispered.
But didn’t hear me again.
“Harry?” I said louder.
He heard me that time. I just looked at him. My stomach flipped when he stepped closer to me. He reached out and took my hand. He took the mic off and was stand closer to me.
“Riley and I…. have news.” He was now looking in my eyes.
I didn’t want this to happen. I want Harry the one from the rooftop and the hill, the sweet funny guy. I’ve fallen for. I got flashbacks of us laughing, pillow-fights and just talking. So what if half the time he was a jerk, he still has the right to know how I feel about it.
I slightly shook my head hoping he would understand what I was say.
“This is hard to say.” He said into the mic.
“Harry…” I said.
He squeezed my hand. A tear rolled down my face, I used my other hand a whipped it away, forcing myself to not cry. And it words.
Letting my free hand I pushed some of his hair out of his face. In that moment I forgot where I was. He lowered the mic.
“Riley?” I nodded my head.
I tried to smile but inside I just let out a deep breath I didn’t know I was holding in.
I took a step closer to him.
“Harry I…” He cut me off a kiss.
Surprised I just looked at him when he pulled away “Will you be my girlfriend?”
Everyone in the room started to talk, the voices getting louder and louder.
“Yes.” I smiled tossing my arms around him.
“What’s going on?” looking over it was his mom, so joined with my.
I looked at Harry. How to get out of this.
He just asked me to be his girlfriend while I was his wife.
I looked at him then back at my family and friends. Louis and Shannon they just looked at us, Louis was smile while Shannon’s mouth was open. Everyone was looking between Harry and I.
“Well…” Harry said “We have something to tell you all…”
We it was the first time he or I has used that word when talking about us. We... I like the sound of that.