When I finally was done with everything, I walked out, and locked the door. As I was strolling down to the cafeteria where I was supposed to meet Harry, I could see almost everyone being party-dressed. I guess being a creep makes you popular, since it looked like everyone was going.
When I got down, there was less people in the cafeteria than usal. Probably because everyone was going to Appel-Hill by now, but Harry had said that we could be a little late. So it wasn't very hard to find him, his dark, tall figure at the huge doors. He was leaning aginst them, with a smug look on his face. Maybe I was hallucinating, but I really felt like Rose in Titanic. That scene when she was dressed in her beautiful dinner-dress, and was walking down the stairs, only to find Jack there already waiting. Harrys eyes were glued on me, as I took every step as slowly and careful as I could. This was the worst time to trip, or make any mistake, really.
He stood up from his hot, casual, leaning position, and walked over to me with his hands in his pockets. God, he looked hotter now on the evening, than before. With a checkered shirt, black, loose jeans, and a beige-coloured coat, he was totally going to get female attention on this party. In fact, I had noticed that he got a lot of girls attention, overall. That was another reason why I was so confused, why did he wanna be with me, when there was literally models in every corner of the college? I wasn't complaining, though. I liked it with Harry, and that was all that mattered.
The last few steps was painful for him, I was walking way too slowly. But with a sweet smile, I took the last step, and he took my hand. Cheesy just became romantic, I thought as he brought my hand up to his soft lips, and gave it an almost not touching kiss. His lips did leave a small mark, though.

"You look.." He said low.

I thought he was going to say beautiful, or stunning. But let's face it, it was Harry we were talking about.

".. hot!"

But I didn't mind.

"You don't look so bad either." I blushed.

He held out his hand and I took it. We got outside, and the sight of what was in front of me, made me grasp for his hand.

"Harry!" I breathed. "You didn't.. have to.."

I was blushing really hard for the surprise I had in front of me, a limo. Not a white, but a black one. Sure, I loved the white one. It was unique and beautiful, and probably expensive. But the black one meant so much more, somehow. It was classic, and it was much longer than the white one.

"Of course I had to. Here's your pumpkin, Cinderella." He grinned and kissed my forehead.

I was stunned by the amount of people that were staring, and amused by the girls who looked at their boyfriends with the "he's a much better boyfriend"-look. We got inside, and Harry poured up some champagne.

"Harry, it's not like prom. It's just a party." I laughed, but accepted his glas.

"I know, but you're gonna come to this party with style." He said, with a sudden laugh. "Do you get it? Style? Styles?"

"Yes, I get it." I said, laughing too.

We talked about everything, about Mark, about our lives, about the party, about us, about everything inbetween heaven and earth. But suddenly, I started to notice something. I hadn't been to this part of the city so much, but I had been here enough many times to get that we weren't going in the direction towards Appel-Hill.

"Harry, where are we going?" I asked.

He leaned back at the seat with a big smirk.

"We're having dinner first."

"Oh, where?" I asked.

"You'll see. Cheers." He smiled and brought his glas towards mine, earning a blade.

We finally arrived to place I couldn't see through the black window, and Harry jumped out off his seat. He then opened up my door, and closed it. As soon as we got into the restaurant, I knew what kind of place it was. A sushi-place.

"Harry!" I said and nudged his chest. "You remembered that I like sushi!"

"Of course, you told me right after you told me that you hate Mexican food!" He said.

This boy was too much, I thought and cheered inside of me. I hadn't eaten sushi for months! But an even bigger surprise waited for me. It was how the sushi was brought in. There were bands all over the place, and you could sit down at place that looked like bar, and wait for your favourite sushi to come, rolling in. It was hard to explain with words, but Harry had definitely brought me to the coolest sushi-place ever.

"So, Harry." I said as we had taken our seats, and waited for all kinds of sushis to come in. "You keep taking me places with limos, but wouldn't it be easier to just buy a car? You're gonna need it, you know. You're going to have to get a job."

"Nah, my parents keep sending me cash. I don't need a job."

I stared at him.

"But I get your point, I do need a car." He winked.

"So, what car are you interested in?" I asked.

"Well, the Chevrolet Corvette Stingray is just pure beauty.. But the Porsche Cayman is not bad either.. God, there's so many cars to pick between.. It's not fair, that's like me asking you what pair of shoes you like the most!"

I laughed.

"Well, that would probably be.. Stuart Weitzman's Tanzanite Heels, but they are like the worlds most expensive shoes.."

"Why?" Harry asked.

"Because there's blue tanzanite-stones on."

He nodded.

"You would rock those shoes." He smiled.

"And you would rock one of those cars." I said and kissed him.

My intentions when I kissed him was just to make it a small one. Of course, I knew Harry wouldn't allow that, but I definitely didn't know that the kiss would transform into a snog, an intense one. I pulled away and frowned.

"A little eager, are we?" I asked and laughed.

"Ah, c'mon. Just kiss me." He said and tried to pull me back.

"Harry." I hissed. "We're in public.."

"It doesn't stop them." He said and nodded towards a couple that were making out at a table.

"Take it easy, Harry. Look, here comes the food!" I said.

It was true, the sushi came in, rolling on the band.

"Do I get to take anything?" I asked.

Harry didn't answer. He stared at me, with dark, big eyes. The darkness in his eyes was full of lust, and his hands were drumming on the table, like he was trying to keep something under control.

"Uh, ya, what did you say?" He asked.

"Nothing.." I mumbled and picked some sushi from the band.

During the whole time I was picking up sushi to eat, I could feel Harrys eyes burning in me. And even though we were surrounded by loudly talking people, I could hear his raspy, rapid breathing.

"Aren't you eating?" I asked him and took eyecontakt with him.

He licked his lips and took a big breath.

"Yeah.." He said and stared at my lips.

How in the heavens, did Harry manage to make me feel safe, loved and beautiful in one second, and more uncomfortable than I had ever felt, in the next?
He picked up sushi-bits and swallowed hard once he finally ripped his gaze off me. I needed the awkwardness to go away, I was desperate.

"So, which one do you like the most?" I asked.

"I like the shrimp-roll." He said and grinned, just like the previous moments never happened.

He took a big bite of it, and stared at me while he did.

"And.. you?" He asked after he had wiped his mouth.

"I like the salmon." I smiled.

"Yeah, the rolls are just.. delicious.." He said, staring at me.

What was wrong with him?
I tried to talk to him for the next thirty minutes, and I somewhat succeed. He was just getting like usual, when I giggled at something he said, and he bit his lips. Then, suddenly, I could feel a warm, large hand on my leg. I was just about to smack the person who had put it there, when I realized it was Harry. How dared he? I snapped it away from me. He smirked big.

"Uhm.." I stuttered. "I'm gonna go to the ladies.."

"There's no ladies." He said behind me.

I turned around to face him. What did he mean by that?

"They only have a huge, public toilet, over there, to the left." He said, smiling.

I nodded and jumped off the chair. When I was out of sight of Harry, I rushed to the bathroom. As soon as I got inside, I breathed out. What was I doing? I was actually running from my own boyfriend. I laughed and walked over to the mirror. Strange, I thought. If this was a public toilet, there should have been loads of people in here, and I would've heard the plashing of the pee or poo, hitting the toilet. But I waited, and only one person came out from a stall. When she was gone, I felt kind of relieved. I could stay in here, and think out loud. I looked myslef in the mirror. I tried to erase all the awful thoughts I had in my head. Harry would never hurt me, I knew that. He would never do something against my will. He loves me, he's not using me. Why was I even thinking this? How could I? Harry was a wonderful person, and I was here, hiding out from him. He was just thinking that I looked hot in my dress, I mean, it was pretty revealing. What reaction did I expect from him? God, I was so silly. I am going out there again, I thought. I just need to put on some more mascara. I picked out my makeup-bag, and took my mascara out. When I was doing my right eye, I heard someone open the door. I was too focused on my eye, so the person in the backround was blurry.

"Hi, babe." I heard Harrys raspy voice say.

I smiled, but didn't stop putting mascara on.

"Hi there." I said smiling, full of confidence.

Maybe a little too confident. I gasped when I felt Harrys hands on my waist. And suddenly, his lips on my neck. They were kissing me all over it, under my ears, on the sides, everywhere. I couldn't lie, it felt amazing. His hands put more pressure on my hips, and started to make their way up. His lips found my weak spot, and earned a moan that slipped out of my mouth.
It was when that moan echoed back to my ears, when I realized what we were doing. Sure, I had a wild side. But Harry was drawing out of the lines, he had to pull his horny ass together and stop whatever he was doing, right now.

Notes

Hi guys! This was like one of my longest chapters, haha! I'm gonna continue right away, and maybe even write one more chapter after that. Love, A.

What would you do in this situation, if you really think about it?

How do you think this will end?