The bell rang at exactly 9pm. I smoothed Katie's light blue, tight dress one last time, glaring at Katie because she was the one who insisted I needed to look "hot." I was more of the jeans type of girl.
I opened the door and nearly fell because Harry looked extra good tonight. I almost wished we could re-live that kissing moment on New Years again. But then I remembered. No boys because Harvard was waiting just on the horizon. Focus. But then why the hell did I even agree to this?
"Hey. You look great." Harry says, slightly licking his lips as he took in my dress and my white pumps (also Katie's). Harry had on jeans, with some kind of boot and a leather jacket.
"Hey. You too." I say, not wanting to seem too eager to see him. Harry leaned in to kiss me on the cheek, lingering just a little too long for it to me normal. This boy definitely knew what he was doing.
I was out the door of me and Katie's apartment quickly, before Katie could yell anything embarrassing like "Make babies!" Harry was guiding me, placing his hand on the small of my back, to his car. The entire way, I kept feeling him try to inch his hand closer and closer to my ass. Once again, a cheeky prick but for some reason I liked it. I like how straight forward he was about what he wanted. Reminded me of myself.
The drive to the party was quite, with Harry occasionally glancing at me every few seconds and smiling. I blushed every time, which caused him to laugh. It was just weird to have a guy actually try to flirt with me. Usually Katie got the guys and I just sat there while they made out so I could drive Katie home, since most of the time, she was drunk.
When we arrived, Harry took hold of my hand, intertwining our fingers, without asking me if I even wanted to hold hands. I looked at him, appalled.
"What the hell?" I asked, glaring at him sideways as he told the young valet at the building where to park his car. Apparently, he had a specific parking spot.
"What? Are my hands sweaty?" He asks, smirking.
"Well uh, no. It's not that, it's the fact that we're holding hands at all. I don't remember discussing this." I say defiantly, trying to wriggle my fingers free and he led us into the building lobby. Damn those hands were strong.
"I asked if you wanted to come as my date. And usually I hold hands with my dates. " Harry states matter-of-factly.
I huffed and gave up, since he clearly wasn't going to let go. I saw him smirk to himself, knowing he had won. We got into the elevator and it seemed like seconds when we arrived at the party. It was in full swing, and it looks like the elevator takes people up straight into the loud and dark apartment.
There were people everywhere, most that I don't know, some that I've seen in the fashion magazines Katie reads like the Bible. Harry was instantly greeted, people shouting his name everywhere and offering him drinks. He declined though, high fiving and clapping everyone on the back as he led us to a balcony in the back of the room.
"Don't you want to be out in the party? I distinctively remember you asking me to a party, not to chat on a balcony at a party." I teased, hoping to give him some of that cheeky edge that he's been giving me since he barged into the bathroom last night.
"Are you always this difficult? Most girls aren't." He says, closing the balcony door and offering me a coke, taking one for himself. I accepted and took a sip before answering.
"Good thing for me, I'm not most girls." I say then mentally hit myself because that sounded so stupid.
"Ah, touché." He says, clinking his can of coke to mine.
"So why did you take me home again last night?" Harry asks, smirking.
"Doctor instincts. I couldn't leave a drunk guy at some house.... And because you asked to come with me." I said quietly.
He laughs. "More embarrassing moments, just great."
I just laughed and nodded. I didn't say anything else so he continued talking.
"What's it like to be so sure of yourself ? To know exactly what you want out of life?" He asks seriously. I stopped looking out into the city and stared at him. No one has ever asked me this.
"To be honest, sometimes I wish I wasn't so sure of myself. Sometimes I wonder if it feels good to just let myself go, you know? Enjoy things as it is and not worry about the big test tomorrow or getting into Med school." I spilled. I don't even know why I was telling him. I was almost positive he didn't care and that he was just trying to find something to talk about.
That's why it surprised me when he just grabbed my hand and tugged me toward the party. "Come on. We're gonna teach you how to let go."
