Love Is Where They Are

I groaned as my phone alarm went off, blaring "Carolina" by Parmalee. I tried to move, and realized that something, or rather, someone, was keeping me in bed. I rolled over, and my eyes met Harry's green ones. "Morning, love." he said, bleary-eyed and smiling. I smiled back at him. "I need to get ready." I told him, as I tried to force my way out of his embrace, even though I didn't truly want to leave. A huge part of me wanted to stay with Harry all day, snuggled up in bed and still asleep. But, at the same time, I didn't want to be truant, or get in trouble with the school, and I didn't want my grades to dip either.

In all the time that Adrian had been hurting me, my grades had never dipped below a B+. And, I wasn't about to let this get in the way of my future. I mean, I had dreams. I would graduate valedictorian, get a scholarship to an Ivy League school, and get as far away as possible. I finally managed to wrangle myself out of Harry's arms and walked into the closet to grab something to wear. I picked out a long turquoise sheer tunic and white skinny jeans, and paired it with a long statement necklace and a pair of patent leather ballet flats. I went into the bathroom and brushed my hair, slicked on some mascara and Chapstick, before walking out to find Harry sitting on the bed in a beanie, a T shirt and some jeans, waiting for me. His eyes landed on my outfit, and he smiled. "You look nice," he said shyly, before standing up and clearing his throat.

"You ready, love?" he asked. I nodded, and we headed outside and got in the car. We were silent the entire way there, and once we got to the school, we headed inside. We opened the front doors, and everyone went silent almost immediately, and watched us as we walked past.
"Why are they all staring at us?" I whispered. He smiled at me.
"They're not staring at us, they're staring at you."
I blushed and fiddled with the ends of my hair.
"Why are they staring at me?"
Harry smiled softly. "Because you're beautiful."
My heart melted, and I mentally swooned as we walked upstairs to our first class. I switched my mind to English as I took a seat in a desk at the very back. Out of the corner of my eye, I watched as Harry sat down next to me. I smiled, and then focused my thoughts on the teacher as she began speaking.
“Alright, class. Today, we are going to start Romeo and Juliet by William Shakespeare. Now, there is a copy of the play on everyone’s desk, so if you would be kind enough to please open up your books to page one so that we can assign parts.”
I opened up my book, and tried to stay unnoticed as the teacher began to assign parts.
“Alright, James, you are Mercutio. Bella, you are Nurse. Kara, you are…”
And down the list she went until she got to Harry.
“Hmmmm…Harry? You’re Romeo. Now let me see…”
I heard Harry let out a groan behind me, and I bit my bottom lip, silently hoping that she wouldn’t pick me and that I could skate by without having to read. It’s not that I didn’t enjoy reading, it’s the fact that we had to act it out. I always stumbled over my words, and it embarrassed me.
“Ah! Calla, you are Juliet!”
I groaned. “Mrs. Shacthen, can I please just have another part?”
Mrs. Shacthen raised her eyebrows. “What? Do you want to go to the office, Ms. Brennan?”
“No.” I whispered. She nodded.
I sighed as she told us to get started and Samson and Gregory went up to the front. I zoned out until the bell rang, right when Benvolio saw Romeo walking up. I heard Harry sigh with relief, and heard him get up from his seat behind me and come to stand in front of me.
“Love, the bell rang. Ready to go?” he asked.
I nodded, and we walked out of English and across campus to Pre-Calculus. I tried to listen, but that was kind of hard to do, because as soon as Harry sat down, he started to play with my hair. Eventually, I just gave up and let myself get lost in the feeling of the rhythmic movements of Harry’s fingers as he wove my hair in and out, into a braid.
The entire day went that way, him sitting behind me, occasionally teasing me about taking such good notes. Eventually, the day drew to a close, and as we were walking to his Range Rover, he leaned down and kissed me. It was short, but I could feel the tenderness and love behind it, and it about brought tears to my eyes.
Needless to say, we were both exhausted when we got home, and after we ate, we headed straight to bed. As I climbed in next to him, I turned out the light and smiled as I felt his strong arms curl around my waist and pull me close.
“Good night, love.”
I smiled. “Good night, Harry.”
And then sleep overtook me, and the last thing I remember is feeling Harry kiss my cheek. I smiled, and I knew right then that I never wanted this to end.

Notes

Hey loves!
So so so sorry that it took me forever to update, I feel horrible. But, yet again, life happens. So, in the past months, I got super sick, I have finals next week, and I got a boyfriend! I'm still not feeling all that great, and I haven't been eating a whole lot, so I might have to go to the doctor and get some tests done, but I wanted to take some time this weekend and post a new chapter. Hope y'all's Thanksgiving was wonderful, and have a very magical Christmas! Or Hannukah. :) I would love to know what y'all did for Thanksgiving, so let me know in the comments below, or message me! Love y'all!
~Juliet