“Soo, what should I wear?” I asked Harry who was sitting on the bed.

“Neither of them,” he replied flatly. I raised my eyebrows at him, he’d been the same way since Monday, when Sean asked me on a date.

“Harry!” I protested holding the skirt and top and the dress, up.

“What?!” he snapped making me flinch. His expression softened instantly, “You are really wearing a dress for him? I mean you hate dressing up,” he said softly.

“But this is about Sean,” I said, dropping beside him. “How long have I been crushing on him?”

“Yeah, this is about him. How about you call El?” he said.

I nodded and pulled my phone out.

“She’ll be here in ten minutes.” I told Harry after hanging up.

“Cool,” he replied, without looking at me.

“What’s wrong, Haz?” I asked sitting beside him.

“Nothing,”

“Harry!”

“Nothing, like I said,” he replied still staring out my bedroom window.

“Harold Edward Styles!” I said exasperated.

“NOTHING!” he yelled and stomped out of the room.

I found him standing in front of the door, his fists clenched at his sides. I slowly walked behind him, and wrapped my arms around him.

“Did I do something wrong?” I whispered, I hated when Harry got angry at me.

His tense posture relaxed, as he turned around to hug me properly.

“It’s not you,” he murmured, his chin resting on top of my head. “It’s never you.”

“I just don’t trust that arsehole.” he mumbled as we swayed back and forth still in a tight embrace. I looked up at him. I was just a few inches shorter than him.

“I went to homecoming with him,” I reasoned.

“Yeah, and he didn’t try to do anything because I had him threaten--” he stopped abruptly. His eyes wide.

“You what?” I asked untangling myself from him.

He stayed silent. His lips pursed. Everyone said that Sean Kylar was a player, but when he asked me to homecoming last year, he hadn’t done anything. Everyone in school was surprised, I just thought they were rumors. He was actually really nice to me.

“You what?!” I asked, this time louder.

“Where’s my favorite American girl?” I glared at Harry,giving him we-are-not-done-yet look, before opening the door for Louis.

“Right here,” I grinned as he pulled me in a bear hug. I hugged Eleanor next.

“Eat whatever you want,” I told the two boys, as El dragged me to my room.

“Can’t decide between these two,” I said holding the dresses up. “I asked Harry, for some weird reason he’s being all freaky, since Monday.”

Eleanor nodded slightly, a knowing look crossing her features. I crossed my arms in frustration. I hated when that look crossed her features. I hated when I didn’t know what was going on.

“What?” I asked, my lips pursed tightly.

“You really don’t see it, do you?” she asked shaking her head, “It’s so obvious Harry l--”

“SEAN IS GOING TO BE HERE IN TEN!” Harry yelled from the living room.

“Which one?” I asked quickly. She pointed to the dress. I nodded and, rushed to the bathroom to change. After a lot of prodding Eleanor did my makeup.

“You look amazing,” she said after giving a final brush stroke over my eyelids. I nodded, and we both trotted down the stairs.

“So we really need to beat them to qualify for the sta--” Harry stopped abruptly as his eyes landed on me.



“You look gorgeous, Will,” Louis said, giving me a smile.

“Thank you,” I mumbled, fiddling with my fingers. I looked at Harry expectantly, but he had already turned away. I sighed loudly, Eleanor looked at me quizzically I pointed towards Harry, she walked to him and mumbled something in his ear. He rolled his eyes, then reluctantly turned around.

“Yeah...mmm...you look beautiful,” he muttered, before turning away. I rolled my eyes, but that wasn't going to spoil my mood.

The bell sounded, I looked back at Eleanor, she gave me a tight-lipped smile, and thumbs up. I opened the door and found Sean, standing there.

“You look ho--” he stopped, “I mean beautiful.” He scratched the back of his ear. God! That was so adorable.

“Thank you,” I blushed.

“No problem love, shall we depart?” I smiled at his posh accent. I was about to take his outstretched hand, when he took it back. He was scratching the back of his head nervously. I looked back inside the house, Harry gave me an innocent smile. I shrugged as Sean and I walked out the door.

_______________________

“Harry,” Eleanor said, sternly.

Here goes nothing

Notes

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