Prove It (H.S)

Chapter Three

I woke up at 4:30 this morning and I can barely keep my head up long enough to take a sip from this coffee. I simply woke up to go to the bathroom, and then I just couldn't fall back asleep. My mind was swarming with the thick accented voice and bright green eyes. That curly brown hair and that gorgeously dimpled smile.

I'm so out of it that I don't even notice when Harry sits next to me. "Ready for another day of discussion?" I look at him and rub my eyes, thankful that I actually took the time to shower and put on my makeup. "Oh, uh, yeah," I yawn. He chuckles. "Rough night?" I pull my hair back into a high ponytail and sigh. "I guess you could say that." He smiles again.

Professor Grant begins to speak and I admire the way Harry is immediately interested. He once again, answers practically every question and leads every discussion. At one point, as Professor Grant takes the floor again, Harry reaches over and rests his hand on the back of my chair. Even though he isn't touching me, I tense up. I love this feeling, it's so foreign to me. I'm never nervous around people like this, but God knows Harry makes me feel like no one will ever know.

When Grant dismisses us, I begin to walk away. "Claire!" I turn around to see Harry dangerously close to me. "Could I, um, get your number?" His breathing is slow and his breath is hot. I nod slowly, letting the closeness of our bodies soak in. He pulls out a small paper and pen and hands them to me. I quickly scribble the numbers onto the paper.

He looks down and smiles. "I really hope this is your real number." I smile at him and turn to walk away.

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The beep of the micro-wave startles me and I sit up to get the popcorn. One of my favorite movies of all time just started, The Notebook, and all I can think about is the delicious smell of the popcorn and my interaction with Harry today. I try to distract myself from my thoughts of him, which honestly seem to be all I think about now a days.

Just as I begin to turn my full attention to Noah and Allie on the screen, my phone rings. My hope that it will be Harry is squashed when my friend, Aubrey's, caller ID shows on the screen. I pause the movie and answer the call.

"Claire? Claire? Are you there? OMG that rhymed."

I roll my eyes at my friend.

"Yes, I'm here. Why are you calling so late?"

"Well, I have some news...some boy related news." I just know she's biting her lower lip and twirling her copper colored hair around her finger.

"Go on...?"

"Well," she sighs,"You know how I came to the orientation party like, last week for UCLA?"

I nod, and remember she can't see me."Yes."

"I met some one, and things have gotten pretty serious. He goes there, obviously, and I was wondering if you know him?"

"What's his name? I don't really know a lot of people yet."

"His name is Zayn. Zayn Malik?"

"Oh yeah, I kinda know him."

"Oh cool, well, maybe the three of us could go do something sometime."

"Yeah," I quietly reply, hoping that it could be four of us.
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Harry's POV~

"I don't know mate, maybe asking her on a date is just too much," I pace across the small dormitory. Louis flips through channels on the television. He chews loudly on the chips he's eating. "Relax, she likes you, you have nothing to worry about," he says, not looking up from the screen.

I want to believe him, and honestly I do, I do think Claire likes me back. Why am I so nervous then? I have "dated" plenty of girls, if you'll even call it that and never have I ever been nervous to ask one on a date. What has Claire done to me?

I pull out my phone to call her, hoping silently that she didn't give me a fake number. Who knows if she'll even be awake this early. To my surprise she picks up on the 2nd ring.

"Hello?" Her beautiful voice sounds raspy and tired.

"Hi, this is Harry," I say, my voice slightly shaky.

"Oh, hi."

I clear my throat. "Well, uh, I was just wondering, you know, since we won't have class together today, so I won't be able to ask you in person, if you would want to go on a date with me tonight."
Wow, was I rambling. The line is silent and I check the screen to see if it went dead. It didn't. "Claire? Are you still on?" She breathes. "Yeah, I'm still on. And yes, tonight sounds perfect."
Louis looks at me and I give one big smile and a thumbs up.