I wanted to cry having Harry sitting next to me, but I knew better than that. I knew him as a figure, not a person and I wanted to know him as a person. Which makes you wonder why I just buried my face in a book. That’s more along the lines of not wanting to fuck anything up. Right now, he was sitting next to me and I was happy about that. I didn’t want to mess anything up.
“I have a quick question.” I said, folding the corner of the page of the book I was on so I wouldn’t lose my place. He looked surprised that I opened my mouth but he looked at me anyway.
“You could be spending your night at the athletes party thing tonight…but instead you are sitting next to me on a bench and doing absolutely nothing; why?”
“I wasn’t all too interested in the party. Why are you sitting out here instead of being there?”
“I wasn’t up to partying tonight. I normally don’t go to parties in general.”
“Are you straight edge?” Harry asked me. I shrugged and looked around.
“I’ll drink once and awhile, but I prefer to do it only when I’m with a few people who I know personally. I don’t want to be around strangers and drinking. But I don’t really smoke.”
“Have you before?”
“Have I what before?” I asked, looking back over at him.
“Have you gone to a big party and drank around strangers?” I tensed up a little and nodded again.
“Yeah, I have. It wasn’t my thing.” Harry nodded, not pushing it anymore. I was thankful for that but I went back to looking at the water, nothing else on my mind to talk about.
“You’re different.” Harry finally said, making me jump.
“You heard me…you’re different.”
“What do you mean by that?”
“I mean you don’t sit here and pretend to know me, or worship the ground I walk on…it’s a nice change of pace to talk to someone who doesn’t pretend.”
“What is there for me to pretend about?”
“Well…how about your dad?”
“What about him?”
“Don’t you get a lot of attention because of him?”
“I keep myself on the down low. I’m sure at some point people will realize who I am, but for now, no one seems to have noticed, and if someone has, I haven’t heard about it.”
“Well, I can tell you know a good portion of the football team knows who you are.”
“That doesn’t surprise me for the simple fact that my dad is training you guys.”
“It’s more of the fact that he doesn’t stop talking about you.” I smiled a little bit. “What?”
“My dad and I have always been close.”
“I can tell. He has nothing bad to say about you.”
“That’s a shock.”
“Why do you say that?” Harry asked, shocked.
“I’m not perfect.” That was all I offered to him, not wanting to get into a drawn out conversation about my past.
“No one is.” I looked at Harry, who was running his hand through his hair before he shoved his hands back in his pockets and leaning forward. “Well, it was nice talking to you but I should be getting back to that party.”
“Have fun.” I said quietly as he stood up and started walking away. I looked down and reached for my book again.
“Hey…” I jumped like fifty feet when I realized Harry was standing directly over me.
“You scared me; what?”
“Do you want to join me? I mean, not drink of anything, just kind of keep me company and be my sober buddy?” I bit my lip, looking up at him, realizing this was a form of some kind of college date. I looked around and slowly put my book in my bag.
“Sure…” I said slowly. I stood up and walked next to him as we walked in silence to the party.
I’m not sure what exactly came over me to ask her to this party but I was happy she said yes. I was nervous just having her stand next to me, which was ridiculous. She had to have been 18 or 19 and I’m 21 years old with nothing to be nervous about. Bethany however, was reason to be nervous.
“HARRY!” Louis yelled as I walked through the door with Bethany practically glued to my side since it was so packed.
“Hey man.” I said, slapping his hand with mine.
“You brought Walkers kid?” Louis slurred, already drunk.
“It’s actually Bethany.” She answered before I could open my mouth. I looked down at her, surprised she even opened her mouth, let alone to say something slightly sassy.
“Nice; I like the sass.” Louis said, smirking. “But I did meet you earlier today.”
“I know; at least you were easier to talk to then since you weren’t spewing spit at me.” Bethany said, wiping her face with her sleeve. I was trying not to laugh.
“I like her; can we keep her around?” Louis asked.
“If she wants to stay around after tonight.” I mentioned.
“Okay well we need to play beer pong together!” Louis announced to Bethany. “I want to see what you’re made of.” Bethany looked a little nervous so I knew there was something off about her being around strangers.
“If you want to drink, I’ll stay sober and watch over you tonight. I promise nothing will happen to you.”
“Okay…” She whispered back to me. “I’ll play Louis.” Louis smiled and grabbed her hand, pulling her through the crowd while I tried to keep up. I finally just grabbed her hand, and in return she put a death grip on my hand.
I don’t know what it was, but I actually trusted Harry to watch over me. There was something about him that I really did trust.
When Louis pulled me up to the table, Harry pulled up a chair and sat right next to me, almost like he was babysitting me, which I didn’t mind.
“This is Bethany.” Louis said. “Bethany, this is Stan; he’s on the football team too.”
“Nice to meet you.” She said, nodding.
“What sport do you play or are you someone’s date?”
“Both.” She said.
“What do you mean?”
“I play soccer, and I wasn’t going to come until Harry asked me to keep him company; so both.” Stan looked over at Harry and smirked at him.
“You’re Walkers kid, right?”
“What if I was?” I said, smirking at him.
“Alright, fair enough; this is my partner, Donny.”
“Nice to meet you too.” I said, nodding. “Ready?” I asked. They nodded.
“Alright, let’s shoot to see who goes first.” Louis looked at me and handed me the ball, meaning I had to shoot at the same time as Donny.
“One…two…three…” We both said and shot at the same time. Mine sailed right in and Donny missed, making us go first. For the next few minutes, Louisa and I killed it, while Stan and Donny were completely off game. Louis and I had won and he tried to get me to stay for another round but I wasn’t up to it. I walked over to Harry and we started walking away from the table.
“You know, no one has beaten Stan and Donny together in two years.” Harry pointed out.
“I guess I’m just that good.” I shrugged, not really wanting to talk about it.
“There was no excitement in that comment, whatsoever.” Harry pointed out.
“There wasn’t supposed to be any.”
“Are you at least having fun?” Harry asked me. I looked up at him and smiled.
“Yeah…I am.” Harry smiled back at me and we walked to the back of the building with a couple beers in our hands and just sat there next to each other for the next few hours, barely saying three words to each other.