About a month or so has passed now since Harry and I had had our moment at the swimming pool, and we were only getting closer. I had to admit that it was making me a bit nervous though because I still had that fear in the back of my mind that he could just drop me whenever he felt like it.
I was trying not to let that fear get to me that much, especially since I had something even bigger to worry about which was hiding all of this from my friends, and that was only getting harder and harder.
Every time I’d come back to my dorm after spending time with Harry, they’d notice something was different about me and they’d question me about where I was and why I had been spending less time with them. They had already had their suspicions that it was a guy who I had been giving all my time to, but they were determined to find out.
Luckily Harry seemed to be the last guy they suspected though ever since at the beginning of the school year when I went on a rant about how much I disliked him.
I was giddy when I left my last class of the day because that meant that I was going to get to meet up with Harry where he always waited for me outside the building of the class I was leaving right now. I walked out the front door and walked over to the wall of the building where Harry always waited, playing on his phone with his back leaning against the wall.
“Hey,” I said as I walked up to him, our usual greeting.
“Hey,” he said back as he locked his phone and slipped it back into his pocket.
“Coffee shop?” he asked, and I nodded.
I refrained from intertwining my fingers with his no matter how much I wanted to.
I usually let him be the one to initiate, also I didn’t want my friends to see me holding hands with him, it would make for a stressful conversation with them when I got back to the dorm. Now when they see me with him, since I’ve told them so many times that I was just tutoring him, that was their first thought so they never questioned me about it anymore.
“So what do you want to do this weekend?” Harry asked me as we walked into the coffee shop.
We were both at the point were we just assumed we were hanging out over the weekend. At first, I was just always waiting for him to bring something up since I was too nervous to ask if we were going to hang out even though I of course really wanted to. I was just never sure if he actually wanted to continue spending time with me or not.
“They’re having another party, but this time it’s in the boy’s lounge,” I told him as we sat down at a table.
“Are you serious? You’d actually want to go to that?” he asked, and I suddenly felt embarrassed for bringing it up, but he seemed to have noticed.
“I didn’t mean it in a rude way,” he corrected,
“I just didn’t think the last party was all that, you know?” he added.
“I thought it was okay,” I told him.
“You really need to experience a real party,” he told me.
“What would a real party be?” I asked him.
“Something more intense than just a crowd of people in a dorm lounge,” he said.
“Oh,” “How about we ditch the lame party here and I take you to a real party,” he suggested.
“You mean off campus?” I asked.
“Obviously,” he said.
“But we aren’t allowed to leave campus this weekend,” I told him.
“So we’ll sneak out,” he shrugged, and I’m sure my eyes popped out of their sockets.
“Sneak out?” I questioned.
“Yeah, everyone will be at the lame party here that no one will even notice,” he said like it was just that simple.
“If I remember correctly the last time you had me do something against the rules, we got caught,” I reminded him.
“And if I remember correctly, I got us out of it real easily,” he told me.
I considered this for a moment, I mean maybe this could be good for me, breaking out of my comfort zone a bit more.
“You can’t follow the rules for the rest of your life, Nicole,” Harry told me, and something about the way he said that sparked something in me.
“Fine,” I agreed, “I’ll go to your so called real party,” I told him and he grinned.
The next day, I was beginning to start to regret telling Harry that I’d go to this party with him. It was just a spur of the moment thing to why I had said yes. I wasn’t exactly sure what to expect from this party Harry was going to take me to. I was relieved when my friends finally left the dorm to head to their own party because then I could start getting ready for mine.
I wished that I had Christina here to do my eye makeup in the wonderful way that she usually did for me, but I had already convinced my friends that I was going to be staying in and studying tonight. I went to my closet and tried to find something that I should wear for tonight. What do you wear for the party Harry was taking me to?
I sighed as I stared at the clothes in my closet; suddenly none of my clothing seems good enough to put on. I settled on some black jeans and a blue top with a few sequins on it.
After I was dressed I tried my best to mimic the makeup look that Christina usually did on me and I have to say that I did a pretty good job.
Once I did my hair, I decided that I was content with my appearance, and I went over to sit down on one of the chairs. Harry never told me a time that we would need to leave by, so I went ahead and sent him a text telling him that I was ready.
Not even a minute later, my phone was ringing and I saw Harry’s name flash across the screen. I waited a few seconds before I picked up my phone and answered it.
“Hello?” I said. “Are your friends gone from your dorm?” he asked me.
“Yeah,” I told him.
“Okay, I’m coming to your dorm then, text me what room you’re in,” he said and with that he hung up.
I looked at my phone a bit confused before opening my texts back up and sending him my room number. I wasn’t really sure how I felt about him coming into my dorm room. I didn’t even know if boys were allowed in girl’s rooms.
Probably about ten minutes later I heard a knock at the door, and I opened it to see Harry standing on the other side. He wasn’t dressed in his usual black jeans and black shirt, instead he had on jeans and a button up shirt with some type of pattern on it, and he left the top four buttons undone, showing a bit of the tattoos on his chest.
“Is that what you’re wearing?” he asked me.
“Uh, yeah,” I told him.
“I don’t think it’s good enough,” he said.
“No I mean it looks nice but, do you have maybe like a dress or something?” he asked.
I went to my closet and pulled out a floral tea length dress that I’d only worn two times, but it was basically the only dress I owed.
“Something shorter maybe?” he said and I raised my eyebrows at him.
“Are you kidding me?”
“No,” he said as he walked over to the closets and opened one of them, taking out a fitted dark blue dress.
“Put this on,” he told me as he hand it to me.
“That’s not even mine, that’s Becca’s,” I told him.
“Well whoever that is, she’s not wearing it and she’s not here to say you can’t so go put it on,” he told me.
I gave him a look before going into the bathroom to change. I was even more nervous now since he’s being this insistent on what I wear. “I really don’t want to wear this,” I told Harry as I walked out of the bathroom, trying to pull the short dress down.
“I think it looks nice,” Harry said, not trying to hide the fact that he was scanning my body up and down.
“Why are you even worried about what I wear?” I asked him.
“Just trust me,” he said.
“Can I at least wear tights or something under it? It’s supposed to be cold tonight,” I pleaded.
“No, damn just show off your legs a bit,” he said with a slight laugh.
I scowled at him before pulling the dress down again, trying to make it seem longer but it wasn’t working.
So far all I knew about tonight was that this outfit was not my normal clothing choice, and I was for sure going to be cold tonight.