Finally, school is over.
Harry offers me a ride home, but I decline, as I drove myself today.
"Are you sure you don't need a ride?" He asks one more time.
"I'm sure, but thank you," I give him a smile and he grins back.
"Okay then. I'll pick you up around 6:30, like we planned."
"Great. Bye, Harry," I wave, getting in my vehicle.
I get home and immediately text him.
Hey loser :*
I wait a few beats and pick up my phone as soon as I hear it go off.
I thought you liked me??? :/
Oh my god. He is really sensitive. Which I guess is a good thing?
I compose a reply back:
Harry!! It's a joke, of course I like you!!
Before I can send it, another text pops up.
I'm kidding babe. It's a joke, I get it lol. What does ur dress look like for prom? Xx
I let out a sigh of relief. Good, I didn't upset him. I get into my blue dress and send him a mirror picture
Ur gorgeous
I smile to myself and thank him. He's so sweet.
I curl my hair and style it into a bun with some hair left out at the front. I do my make up and before I know it, it's 6:30.
I hear the doorbell ring and jump. He's here. I check myself one last time in the mirror and walk downstairs, trying to be graceful like in one of those movies.
Unfortunately, I misplace my foot and I tumble down the stairs, landing safely at the bottom.
"Are you okay?" My dad asks. I nod slowly. I get up and move my arms and legs. Good, nothing seems to be broken.
"I've just been talking to Harry here. I thought Niall would be showing up... Why didn't you tell me you two broke up?"
I blink. I didn't think he cared. "You didn't ask,"I tell him.
"Well, Harry. You take good care of her. Don't let anything happen my Abby Kadabby, alright?" My dad leans over and kisses my forehead.
"Dad! You haven't called me that in ages! I'll be fine!" I laugh, pushing him away.
"I know. But you look so grown up. I just miss having a kid in the house, you know. Your brother Louis has been away for so long," he starts tearing up.
I look at Harry, who is standing there awkwardly.
"Dad, Harry and I are going to be late for dinner," I say. He looks up.
"Oh. Right, of course. Can I get a picture of you both?" He asks.
"Yeah, sure. Come here, Harry," I gesture for him to walk to where I'm standing. He comes over and puts his arm around my waist.
"You look beautiful," he whispers.
"You look great as well," I say back.
"Okay, love birds! Picture time!" My dad takes out his phone moves around, trying to get a good picture.
"Does my hair look okay?" I ask Harry, suddenly remembering I just fell down the stairs.
"It always does. You look gorgeous, babe," he tells me. I smile at him and hear the click of a camera.
