Little Secrets (h.s. au)

eight

The way Harry reads Romeo and Juliet makes my heart melt. He looks around the room but meets my gaze a few select times, my gaze not faltering from him.

“Now, what is the significance of Shakespeare’s literary technique?” he asks, calling on one of the boys in the class.

The bell rings and I pack up, walking out of class. My science class is quick and I walk into homeroom, the announcements ringing through the room.

“Miss Vincent, this came for you,” my homeroom teacher says, my fingers grabbing the envelope from her.

My fingers open it and I smile, recognizable handwriting on the paper,

Prom is only a few weeks away, and yet I manage to say

That we’ve been friends for a while, and I know that I love your smile.

We’re like family and I love you like a sister,

So go to the room where you met your last mister.

I roll my eyes at Porter’s letter, the bell ringing. My feet walk to the art room and a note is taped to the door, my fingers opening it.

Successful you are, you little shining star.

Go to the place you always thought was bizarre.

My feet walk down the hallways and into the science lab, a note with my name on it on the skeleton.

You’re too good, the way you run around ever so hotly.

The clue you seek will be where the tunes are played softly.

I walk to the band room and the band teacher is playing my favorite Coldplay song on the piano.

“He said you were smart, and that you are the bomb. Meet him in the terrace so he’ll ask you to…” he says, my lips curving.

“Prom?” I ask, his shoulders exaggeratingly shrugging. I laugh lightly and walk up to the roof, my fingers opening the door. Porter’s standing with daisies in his hand and the biggest smile, my lips curving as well.

“I know you’ve had a rough few weeks, so I thought if I asked you it wouldn’t be a lot of pressure. So,” he says, my fingers holding his hand tightly.

“Will you go to prom with me?” he asks, my head nodding.

“Absolutely,” I say, hugging him to me tightly. He wraps his arms around me tightly and I close my eyes, enjoying his arms and the comfort they bring.

“Don’t you want to go with someone else?” I ask, his head shaking.

“I’d want to spend it with my best friend over some girl I barely know,” he tells me, my lips curving. We walk down the stairs and he walks me to my truck, kissing my cheek before walking to his car.

I drive to my house and walk upstairs without saying anything to my mother, shutting and locking my bedroom door. I grab a vase from the top of my closet and set the daisies in it, placing it on my dresser.

“Did a pretty girl get asked to prom?” Harry asks, my feet swiveling to see him leaning on the windowsill.

“Yes. Now get in here,” I say, his lips curving.

He pushes himself into the room and I walk over to him, his arms wrapping around my waist.

“So, who’s the lucky guy stealing my girl for the night?” he asks, my lips kissing his cheek.

“Porter.”

He smiles and kisses me, my arms wrapping around his neck. My fingers run through his hair and he pulls my hair out of the bun, his fingers then pushing my jacket off my arms.