Aphrodite // H.S. (Mature)

XX

A couple days after lunch with Joan, Harry and I were hangingout at his apartment doing absolutely nothing. I had my back against the wall as I sat on Harry's bed. He sat in the center of the mattress crisscross with my feet propped up on his legs since he's painting my toe nails. When I asked him to, I didn't actually think he would. I even let him pick out the color which was one of the cutest things ever. He grabbed each one out of the bag and held it up to get a good look and if he didn't like it he'd put it back in, but he left all of the ones he did out. When he settled on his favorite three he let me choose from them.

"You're probably not gonna like this." He laughed as he focused on my toes. "Why?" I asked sitting forward to look at my nails. "You'll see when I'm done." He shielded my toes so I couldn't see them. "Fine." I leaned back and waited for him to finish. As I did so I went through stuff on my phone and saw an email from SAIC talking about things for next year which reminds me that I still need to tell Harry. 

"Okay you're done." He smiled. I sat forward to look and saw that each nail and the skin around it was covered with nail polish. "Did you even try to keep it off my skin?" I laughed. "Believe it or not but I actually did." He laughed. "Well at least you tried." I leaned across the bed to grab a tissue and the bottle of nail polish remover. "Are you taking it off?" He asked almost pouting. "No, not all of it." I smile and caressed his cheek making him lean into my hand.

As I removed some of the nail polish I thought of how I should tell him. Might as well tell him now but I'm not sure how. It's not that big of a deal right? I'm probably just making a bigger deal out of this than it actually is.

"So I've decided where I'm going to school next year." I say breaking the silence. "And where's that?" He asks looking at his phone. "SAIC... School of the Art Institute Of Chicago." I say nervously. "Oh wow. That's a couple hours from here." He says quietly looking down at my toes. "Yeah... It's a really good school. I honestly didn't think I was going to make it." I say. "How long have you known you were going there?" He asks. "The day before my birthday." I say putting the bottle of remover down and moving closer to him.

"And you're telling me now? Why didn't you tell me when you found out?" The tone of his voice is a mix between hurt and anger which I'm trying to steer away from. "I don't know, I guess I wasn't sure how you'd react." I grab his hand to distract myself from his tense gaze. "You should've told me so we could've discussed it. You're just planning on moving away from me without even asking me how I feel about it?" He asked with his eyebrows furrowed. "It's not like that, I wouldn't be leaving if it weren't for school." I try to say but he doesn't seem like he's listening.

"Were you thinking I'd move with you or something? Do you actually think long distance relationships work?!" His voice became louder as if he were yelling at me. "Are you seriously mad that I'm doing what I've always wanted with my future and going to my dream school? Do you not want me to pursue something I've always dreamt about!?" I yelled back. "Maybe if your 'dream school' was the community college down town I would." He says making quotation marks with his fingers in a way that seemed like he was mocking me.

"Can't you just be happy for me?" I ask feeling my eyes start to burn. I quickly got off his bed and went to the door to leave. "Where are you going?" He asks following me out. "Home." I answer as I slam his door shut most likely disturbing his neighbors.

As I walk out of his apartment a few tears roll down my cheeks and of course I forgot my phone and have to go back. I walk back in with my head down as he sits on the couch with his head resting on his arm. I quickly walk to his room, grab my phone and go quick for the exit but he stops me.