Hikikomori (ひきこもり)

Chapter 17 - gala

****Bonnie's POV****

I walk inside the dimly lit room, and a gasp escapes my lips when pink lights flicker one by one illuminating the room. The marble floors glow under the florescent lights, tea candles inlined the arched windows. Ashely squeals from behind me and I watch as Harry runs off to talk to one of the caters.

"This is beautiful Ashely you did a great job" I praise her and she grins

"Thanks, is the gold serving platters too much? Harry told me that it made it look cheap but-

"Harry, told you what?" Harry cuts her off standing beside me.

"I was just telling her what you said about the gold platter, but anyways. What I was going to say, you shouldn't thank me we all did this" She says gesturing around her.

I smile, and I feel her arms pull us in a group hug. Harry awkwardly shifts and I laugh at his rude remark.

"Okay, lets get this show on the road" She says checking her rose gold watch. Seconds later the room begins to fill pretty quickly, and I stand among Harry while Ashely babbles to guests. I look forward and see Mrs Lust walk towards us and I gulp, her presence always made me feel tensed.

"Hello, Ms Butera and Mr Styles" She says her eyes crinkling when she smiles.

"Hello, Mrs Lust" I say shakily thankful that she got my name right. Harry nods.

"This place is quite magnificent. Well done, the two of you" She remarks before greeting more guests.

I release a breath I didn't realise I was holding.

"Why are you so scared of that bitch?" Harry chuckles.

"What?" I say blushing.

"You look like she's holding a gun over your head or something" He laughs and I playfully swat him.

He takes a step back acting like I just injured him and I laugh. I love this side of Harry. The side when he doesn't spill coffee over me or create tantrums.

****Harrys POV****

Its been hard keeping my distance. I've been trying everything to get closer to her, if thats constantly arguing or bumping into to her then so by be it. God, just listening to me makes me want to throw a brick at my face. I tried staying away from her, I knew I was not good enough for her. But I'm too selfish to do that, seeing her with another guy made me finally realise that I wanted her. If she wants me though, I don't know. She's so goddamn hard to read.

"So..." Bonnie says cutting me off my thoughts

"So?" I grin at her

"So, what do we do at these things?" She laughs

"I don't know" I shrug

Her eyes divert to something behind me, I turn and see what she's looking at. The ballroom is filled with spinning bodies and I cringe at the thought of dancing. But I would do anything to get to know her better.

"Er- Do you want to dance?" I ask nervously. I hate the way she makes me nervous.

"Yeah, sure" She smiles relieving me from my embarrassment.

The ball room is filled with violins and cellos, the music that I secretly loved to appreciate. I awkwardly stand there, fuck. I don't know how to dance. She looks at me with an amused expression and I give her a smug grin.

"I kinda don't know how to dance" I confess

She grins "You don't look like the type to ballroom dance. Here-" She says placing my hands on her hips. She places her arms gently on my shoulders and I catch her staring at my tattoo on my collar bone. "Now, we just sway like waves. Just move to the music." She smiles looking up at me. We stare at each other for a long second, the room seems to go quite and it feels like its just me and her. Me and my bonnie. Her eyes widen and shuts quickly. I hear her gulp and I lift her head up.