Heartbreak Weather -N.H

scarlett

Chapter 2

Skylar's POV

Once Harry and I finish eating pizza listening to Fleetwood Mac he laid on my bed and fell asleep. I let him sleep for a bit as I laid on the floor and read a book to pass some time. It's about 6:30 when I notice him starting to move around in the bed turning over. He looks over at me laying on the floor with my book and smiles at me.

"How long did I sleep for?" He asks starting to sit up on my bed.

"2 hours, you seemed tired so I didn't want to bother you." I look up from my book to see him staring at me from my bed. He doesn't say anything so I focus back on my book. I notice him get up out of the corner of my eye and see him come towards me. I look up from my book once again to see him getting down onto the floor and laying next to me.

"What are you doing?" I look at him and laugh. He smiles but doesn't say anything as he nuzzles his head next to mine to look at what I'm reading.

"I wanna read with you." I look at him while his eyes are focused on the pages of the book I'm reading. "Just flip the page when you are done." He nods towards the book. He's only saying that because he knows he reads faster than me. Harry is a major book-warm. He's also one of the smartest people I know. The man spits out facts about anything and everything just from the top of his head. It's not something he really shares very often with a lot of people. But I make him feel comfortable enough to do so. He can completely be himself around me just as I can with him. I honestly think fate brought us together.

We stay put reading until I look over at the clock seeing it's 7. Harry looks over to see what I am looking at before looking back at me. He takes the book from my hands closing it and sitting it on my side table. He stands up and reaches his hand out for me to grab. I place my hand in his ready to be pulled up.

"You should probably start getting ready to give yourself enough time with no rush." He pulls out his phone walking towards the door. "Wear that new dress." He smiles at me. I nod at him as he leaves my room to head down the hall to his.

I walk towards my closet starting to feel nervous about tonight. I try to think of the people I know that will be here to try and ease my mind. I rummage through my closet trying to find the dress I need. Once I find the dress I lay it on my bed and walk towards the bathroom to get ready. I loosely curl my hair before starting my makeup. I put on some purple eyeshadow to make my green eyes pop. I do winged eyeliner before putting on some mascara and popping on some lashes. I quickly finish the rest of my makeup and smile at myself in the mirror feeling satisfied. I get out of my comfy clothes before grabbing my black sparkly dress to put it on. I put on some black heels then look at myself in the mirror convincing myself that I don't need to change. I grab my phone laying on the bed to check the time. It's just about 9 and I have a text from Harry saying he's waiting for me downstairs. I lock my door before closing it hearing the loud music. Harry and I have keys hidden in the kitchen for our rooms when he has parties. Weird place I know but Harry made sure to hide them well.

Once I make it downstairs I notice that Harry got the people helping us tonight settled. There's already a lot of people here. I scan the room looking for Harry. I notice him across the room next to someone and we lock eyes. I stay put not wanting to move as he starts walking towards me. I can feel my hands start to sweat and my breathing pick up as I look around the house seeing everyone. Why did I agree to this? I should run back upstairs now. Right as I'm about to turn around to run back upstairs Harry stops in front of me. I hate this, I hate this, I hate this. I probably look dumb right now and people can probably tell I'm nervous. Why did I have to give in so easily? I hate him for this.

"I hate you." I say to Harry as he grabs my hand pulling me through the crowd of people in order to get where he wants.

"I love you too Michelle, you'll be fine." He looks back at me after I let out a groan while still dragging me through the crowd of people. Why do people love parties so much again? I look down at the ground to avoid making eye contact with people. I need some drinks in me before I start having conversations with people. Harry turns around to face me walking backwards through the crowd.