“Kelly, dear! You did such a wonderful on Friday night!”
Ms. Walker wasted no time speaking to me when I sat on the high chair next to her desk.
The weekend had passed by slowly, literally nothing important happened. My father came home drunk Saturday night, but I just kept my door locked and stayed in my room. I was going to go to Harry’s but he was with Caroline Saturday, and Sunday he spent with his other friends.
So I hadn’t seen Harry since Friday late night when he told me goodnight, which I vaguely remember, until this morning when we were in Psychology. We didn’t get a chance to talk though, because were taking notes over a power point and some example in the book. Show’s how much I pay attention, I guess. We did say ‘hello’s’ and he asked if he could have a piece of my banana, I should have known he would take three quarters of it.
“Thank you Ms. Walker! It was really exciting! I can’t wait for competitions.”
“I can’t either; we’ll get to see if she cracks under pressure!” I jumped at the proximity of Harry’s voice, turning to see he was standing right behind me.
“You scared me.”
He showed his dimpled grin as he put his hands behind his back. “Because it’s so hard.” He remarks sarcastically, rolling his eyes as he puts his back pack down on the round table.
“I think you’ll do great. I haven’t heard the band sound that good in years. Mr. Potter must be really good at his job.” She says.
Harry walks back to me and leans his shoulder and upper arm against mine, and puts his forearm on the arm of the chair.
“Yea, he’s great at it. It’s not only about being good at it though, he has to want it, and we have to want it. It’s about passion in the end, passion for music. It’s lovely.” I sigh.
“I’ve never thought about it like that.” Harry says, staring to the left of us in thought.
“Of course you haven’t.” I kid.
“You get funnier and funnier you know that?” the sarcasm in his voice was highly evident.
“I do.” I shrug and turn back to Mrs. Walker.
“Harry, you don’t think passion is important.”
“No I- , I mean yes, I think I just didn’t really think of it applying to directing a band.”
“Well, why else would someone do it? Passion is required for anything, and if it’s not, well then people should find something else to do with their.”
“Harry, if you didn’t have a passion for writing you wouldn’t enjoy it.” Mrs. Walker explains. “You could say the same thing for people, you know. If you don’t feel passionately about someone, then you wouldn’t want to be with them tight?”
I stole a glance, and looked up to Harry who was looking down at me, “Yea, you’re right.”
I looked away, a slight blush covering my face, even though I probably shouldn’t be.
“Alright, I am going to make sure these students are on track. Don’t do bad things, I can still see you.” She laughed and walked away.
“Thanks for taking me home Friday night; I didn’t get to say anything earlier.”
“Oh yea, of course. I didn’t even want to wake you up the first time, so I decided definitely not to the second time. You looked peaceful, like you used to.”
I sighed and looked away, “Yea.” I whispered. My eyes raced around the room and suddenly I felt a vibration in my pocket.
I grabbed it out and opened the message from Danielle.
Danielle
Kelly, where are you? We’re supposed to go over Friday night, in case you forgot.
Yep, I definitely forgot. “I’ve gotta go.” I whispered, jumping out of the seat I was in and grabbing my things from the table in the back.
“Go where?” he asked as I put my backpack on my shoulder.
“I have to talk to Danielle, I’ll see you later okay?” I smile.
He throws me a disappointed look and nods his head, “Bye.” He speaks the words softly, and suddenly a smile is spreading across his face and then he moves to pick me up of the floor and hold me close to him.
I let out a low, accidental shriek while he squeezed me, “goodbye, goodbye, goodbye.” He leans back so more of my weight is on his chest and I’m further off the ground.
Every pair of eyes in the room are focused on the two of us, besides Mrs. Walker’s, who is rolling her eyes and shaking her head while straightening a stack of papers.
“Harry, put me down.” I couldn’t help myself but to laugh at my current situation, I guess I should have known.
He placed me gently back onto the ground with one last squeeze. When I was further from him, I smacked his chest with my right hand. “Later, idiot.” I say, and begin walking toward Mrs. Walker.
Before I could open my mouth to speak, Harry started talking, “Aren’t you going to write her up for verbal and physical abuse, Mrs. Walker?”
“Only if you didn’t deserve it Harry.” She smiles and him, and the whole class laughs at Harry who is standing in the back of the room with a pout on his face.
I can’t help but giggle as well, but then I focus on finally being able to ask to leave.
“Oh my God, there you are! Way to almost leave me hanging, and then you didn’t even text me back to tell me if you were coming or not! I was going to have the office call you over the intercom and tell you to report here or something. You know, like your parents used to do when you got separated from them in Walmart.” I hadn’t even been able to enter the band room before she started talking, which I’m not going to lie, caused me to laugh.
“I know, I know. I completely forgot. It won’t happen again… unless it does, then we can just forget about this part of the conversation!” I giggled, making my way towards the front of the room, I set down my backpack on the chair next to the podium. “Alright, so we were off a couple of time, so we should run through that. Also, I’m not sure if you noticed but the pit was getting a little bit ahead of us so we need to talk with them and make sure they know their stuff.” I said, leaning against the top of the podium.
“Yes, I noticed too. And the drum line was ahead.”
“Big surprise.” We said together laughing.
“Alright, let’s run through the music real quick.” I walked over to the stereo system and put the cd with our music on it. It was then I noticed that there was a senior homeroom class in here. I looked over towards the back corner as I walked back and saw Liam sitting there with Zayn and Perrie smiling at me. I sent him a small wave and focused my attention back toward going over the conducting.
As I stepped onto the podium, Danielle on the floor beside me, I raised my hands and waited for the music to begin.
When it started, Danielle and I both began conducting. We spoke out “da’s” or “dut’s” every time our hands were on the downbeat. When the part during the first movement came where we tend to speed up a little, I yelled. “Ashton, slow the hell down.” Because I knew it would happen today in band anyway.
Danielle and I laughed. “Hey!” Ashton appeared out of the practice room in the back and I couldn’t help but laugh.
“Ericson!” Mr. Potter shouted from his office, now everyone in the room was paying attention to us.
“Sorry! Ashton slow your roll!” everyone laughed this time, including Ashton.
“Kelly!” Potter shouted again, standing from his desk and looking at me through the window that replaced a wall of his office.
“Drumline, slow down?” By now my conducting was all screwed up, but I didn’t care because it was funny.
“Thank you.” He shakes his head at me and sits back in his chair.
“You know it’s gonna happen though, Mr. Potter.” I yelled back, causing him to look up at me with a knowing smile then turn his face back to his computer.
I looked over at Danielle, to get back with the music and started conducting correctly once again.
When the movement changed we switched spots, something we still needed to do on the field but we had been slacking lately.
When I moved from my spot I noticed the bottom of my left foot started hurting again, and it only happens when I wear these sandals. I decided to ignore it, like I usually do and finish out the song.
One we finished, Danielle said she had to leave, so I stayed behind and put all the stuff back in its place before getting ready to leave.
“Kelly.”
“Hey, Liam.” I greeted, bending over to grab my backpack and then putting in on my back.
“Hey, so I was just wondering…” he paused and nervously rubbed the nape of his neck. To say that I had seen this coming would be a huge lie. “If, uh, Saturday night you… I mean I’d ask you if Friday was okay instead but I have a game and I-”
“Liam?” I laughed.
“Do you want to go out on Saturday?” he spoke so quickly I could barely make out the words. “Uh, with me?”
“Liam, I…” don’t know what to say. I mean I know, but I don’t. I looked at Liam and saw the hopefulness in his face leave. “Yes, I’d like that.” I push my hair behind my ear and give him a shy smile.
“Really?” his eyes were wide with disbelief, I don’t understand why though.
“Yea, really!” I laughed.
“Oh! Good! Uh, can I walk you to class?”
“Yea.” I nodded.

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As the day went on, my foot starting hurting more and more, and but the time we were doing a run around the track in gym I swore it was going to fall off. Maybe it’s a bit of an exaggeration but not too much. After gym I decided not to put my sandals or nice school clothes back on, and just drive home. Half way there I noticed Harry driving right in front of me and just followed him the rest of the way there.
Getting out of my car, I had a slice limp as I walked to the back seat to grab my things. Harry shut his door and his keys jingled as he walked over to me.
“Hey Kel.” He greeted, leaning on the hood of my car.
“Hi,” I grunted, tossing my backpack and gym bag over my shoulder then shut the back door.
“Let me help you.” He said, grabbing my gym bag.
“Thanks.” We began walking to my door before Harry turned to me.
“You’re limping.”
“I know. My foot hurts.” I told him, putting the key in my door and opening it to reveal a cold house.
We walked to my room and put my things down, walking through the house I noticed my father wasn’t home.
“Let me see it.”
“Ew, now Harry! I just had gym, that’s gross!”
“Well go wash up then let me look at it!” he demanded, sitting on my bed.
I rolled my eyes and left to the bathroom.
As soon I finished my quick shower, I stepped out on my right foot and grabbed my towel realizing I left my clothes in my room.
I wrapped my towel closely around my body and walked gently toward the door because my foot hurt when I stepped on it. Opening the door, I saw Harry lying across my bed on his stomach on his phone, so I quietly snuck over to my dresser and took out a sports bra, panties, and shorts, and grabbed a white t-shirt from my closet.
“Always unprepared.” Harry muttered, still in the same position as earlier.
I rolled my eyes and limped back to the bathroom to change into my clothes.
“Alright, what is it?” I said, sitting down next to him on my bed and tossing my left leg onto it.
He moved swiftly down to my foot, which made me uncomfortable because I hate feet more than anything.
“You’ve got a blister.”
My face fell, “A blister? On the bottom my foot?”
“Uh.. isn’t that what we’ve been discussing.”
“Well, what do I do?”
“Pop it.”
“POP IT!?”
“Can we stop this whole repeating what I say thing, Kel. You need to get the puss out, you don’t want it popping while you’re walking do you?”
“No, but it’s gonna hurt. How do I pop it? Harry!” I whined.
“I’ll do it.”
“Ew no! That’s disgusting! I’ll do it myself.” I move my foot from him and closer to me.
“Ok, how are you gonna do that?” he crossed his arms over his chest and smirked at me.
“I-uh…” I don’t know! I thought for a bit then an idea came to mind. I got up and grabbed my phone from my dresser, where I had put it before I got in the shower.
To: Momma Anne
Hi, I was just wondering how I get rid of a blister?
She must’ve been having a slow day at work because she replied almost instantly.
From: Momma Anne
Ask Harry dear, he should know.
Dammit!
“Don’t look while you’re doing it… And don’t hurt me.”
He stood from the bed and walked into my bathroom, “I’m not going to hurt you.” He says and I know he isn’t.
When he walks back out he has rolled toilet paper in his hand and a band aid. “Alright love,” he sits on the bed in front of me and pats his hand on his knee. “Put your foot up here.” I do as he says and watch his look at it with a serious look across his smooth, tanned face. “You can’t jerk your foot okay?”
“I’ll try.”
Harry suddenly pulls out a pocket knife from the front of his jeans.
“What the hell, Harry! When did you get that?” my eyes grew wide with shock.
“I have it in case I have to kill Liam.” He shrugged, part of me knew he was joking and the other part hoped he was.
I nodded, understanding he probably knew about our date since they were friends.
“I have to squeeze it to get the puss together, so it might hurt.”
“God, Harry. Please stop talking about it, this is disgusting.” I covered my eyes with my hands.
I felt the pressure of him squeezing the painful bubble on my foot. I shut my eyes tighter than they already were and buried my face into my hands.
“It’s alright, Kel.” He says to me and by the tone of his voice he is still completely concentrated and doesn’t even think about the words he says as they fall from his mouth.
The pain gets worse as he removes and hand then places it back and squeezes it again this time with the toilet paper on my foot. “Got it open.”
I shake my head in my hands, just thinking about how absolutely disgusting this is. Why did I wear those stupid sandals?
“Dammit.” He mumbled.
“What? Am I bleeding? What?”
“No, it’s just starting to close up. I have to cut it again.”
I covered my ears. “Harry!”
We sat in quiet as he pressed against it some more, after cutting it again I assume.
Finally I feel him let go and put the Band-Aid on the bottom of my foot. “Alright, you’re done.” He patted my leg and I opened my eyes letting out a deep sigh.
“Thanks Harry.” I lift my foot from his leg and pulled it into me.
He stands from the bed and walks over my dresser pulling out a pair of socks. “Here.” He tosses them to me and I catch them, barely. “Put them on.”
I do as told as he shut the dresser drawers, then goes to the bathroom to throw the paper away and wash his hands. When he comes back he lays across the side of the bed I’m not on. “Agh, I’m tired.” He mumbles throwing his arm over his face.
I don’t reply and just lay down next to him, leaving a good foot between us.
“You know if he does anything to hurt you...” Harry speaks up, mostly likely to himself more than to me. “I know he’s a good guy and he won’t but shit, still.”
“I’ll be fine.” I whispered, staring at my ceiling fan.
He groaned and rolled over top of my, wrapping his arms around my body as much as he could and putting his head on my shoulder.
I wanted to wrap my arms around him to but I couldn’t seem to do it.
Harry yawned in my ear then moved so he was about me and I could see his face, He stared directly into my eyes, “I think I should go home and finish my homework before I fall asleep.”
I smile up at him and noticed my heart racing at the proximity of his face to mine. “Okay.” I whisper breathlessly, and not knowing why.
He bends down and pecks me on the cheek before climbing off of my bed.
“Alright, I’ll see you tomorrow Kel.” He smiles at me as he approaches my bedroom door.
“See you.” I tell him, and with one last glance he’s gone.
I roll over on my bed and let out a deep sigh replaying all the events that occuered today.
From Harry to Liam and then back to Harry.

Notes

I've been writing this chapter while I've been half asleep all week (3,000 words yay). I'm so exhausted but I am trying. School and everything is just wearing me out and I had a really bad week last week and UGH. I just want it to be summer so I don't have to worry about the possessive plural pronouns in Spanish. Also, if anyone knows spanish and wants to help me, I AM BEGGING YOU HELP ME.

Also, I changed their first hour from Sociology to Psych because I am taking a Psych class right now and I've never taken a sociology course so! Also sorry if the second half of the chap was groddy.

And for y'all who want some... Helly, Karry, Kally(? idk you pick) action, it's coming soon. Winkidy wink wink.

Ok fuck I'm exhausted and did no homework the past two nights so I could finish this chapter so I'm going to sleep. Just know I'll always do my best to update for you guys thanks for reading. this is the longest fucking note. asdfghjkl

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