champagne problems: short story [h.s.]

03 - dom pérignon

"dom pérignon, you brought it"

September 2014

She's on a date with Harry.

A date she never thought was going to happen because she almost blew it with Harry back when she gave him her number. She didn't see him for a week and half. Barely able to get herself out of bed, causing a prominent indent in her bed from where she was laying.

It took all the power in her to get up to go to class every day and she just felt tired. Her bones like heavy lead and she was just dragging them along.

She didn't want to see Harry when she was like this.

She didn't want to see anyone when she was like this, but she had to push through and not already be behind on the first week of classes.

But she really didn't want to see Harry like this.

She ignored his calls, his texts, dodged him while walking around on campus in her sweatpants and baggy sweatshirt. She turned him down the one time he was able to catch her in the dining hall. He was so excited to see her and finally ask her the one question he has been waiting to ask.

His bright, beautiful smile, bunny teeth on full display, falling into a frown when she told him she couldn't go out with him right now. Her excuse being she was currently going through something before she brushed past his shoulder and power walked all the way back to her dorm. For the rest of the five days she was in a slump, it was radio silence from Harry.

No calls. No texts. No chasing her down on campus. He barely met her eye when they would walk past each other. And Wisteria knew that she had fucked things up and didn't know if she was going to be able to fix things.

Harry couldn't understand what was going on with Wisteria for those almost two weeks. He thought that they had hit it off back at the new student mixer. She gave him her number, and he took that as she wanted to see him again. Only to be confused when she dodged everything that had to do with him, before rejecting him in their campus dining hall.

He could tell something was going on with her. Every day he saw her in sweatpants and a sweatshirt. Her hair thrown up into a top knot on her head. No make up on her face. It was like that for the whole week and half. And at that point, Harry just gave up on trying to chase after her. She clearly didn't want him to. He had to be content with watching from a far, still beautiful as ever.

That was until she started chasing after him.

After her slump passed and she was finally feeling like herself. She was running through the student union, yelling his name to get his attention, and he almost didn't turn around because he didn't quite believe that after the shitty week he had before, nursing his slightly broken heart and trying his best not to call her, he couldn't believe she was running after him, yelling his name for everyone to hear.

When she caught up to him, pulling a little back by the shoulder, out of breath, talking rather fast that Harry almost didn't quite catch what she had said. "I know I kind of fucked things up last week and I'm sorry about that. But I really like you and I was wondering if I could still get that date?"

She looked better than she did last week. Hair neatly done in a half up, half down look. Baggy mom jeans and a red and white floral crop top on. Her makeup done. She looked healthier. The prettiest thing he's ever seen. She was always pretty, no matter what she was wearing.

"Please," she pleaded with her eyes. Multiple people watching the whole exchange. I mean it's kind of hard to ignore some girl running after, and yelling some boy's name. "I'll beg if I have to. I'm not above it."