Prove It (H.S)

Chapter Five

I sit down and begin to place each book in alphabetical order in my bookcase. This is something I've been meaning to do since I moved in, but God knows I've been busy. It's a weird thing I have, a need to have my books alphabetized. I can't explain why I do it or where the need comes from but I've been doing it for as long as I can remember.

I've made it to my collection of Charlotte Brontë when there's a knock on my door. I stand up and open the door. "Aubrey? What are you doing here?" She pushes past me and sits on my bed. I'm already getting a headache. She crosses her arms in front of her and playfully raises a perfectly plucked brow at me. "What?" I'm starting to get anxious about why she's here.

"Why didn't you tell me?" What? I pull my hair back into a messy bun. "Tell you what?" She pats the spot on the bed next to her. I sit down. "Why didn't you tell me you were involved with one of my boyfriend's best friends?" Oh no. There was a reason I didn't want Aubrey to find out about Harry until things were serious. It's because she will try to force things to be serious before I can do anything about it.

I rub my temples. "I'm waiting..," her foot is annoyingly tapping on the ground. "I don't know, maybe because we aren't involved? We've been on one date and I don't even know him. There was nothing to tell you. If there was, I would have told you first thing, you are my best friend after all." She smiles at me and nods. "Good to hear. Well, I should get going, but just so you know, I already made your ship name." I roll my eyes and laugh at my friend. "And what is that?" She giggles and opens the door to exit. "Clarry," she says closing the door behind her.

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Harry's POV~

I'm sitting at the dining hall with Zayn and Louis, waiting for Liam and Niall. Zayn and Louis are blabbing on and on about their little girlfriends and how amazing they are. I can't bear to hear anymore of it, so I decide to focus my thoughts on Claire.

We've been texting practically non stop since our date two nights ago. I can't wait until this afternoon for philosophy. I can't wait to talk to her, to see her face again. The way she covers her mouth when she giggles at my corny attempts at jokes. "What do you think Harry?" Louis' voice cuts into my thoughts. I don't even know what they're talking about.

"Uh, I don't know mate," Louis and Zayn smirk at each other. "Love struck?" Zayn asks and Louis laughs. I roll my eyes."Haha." I'm thankful for when Liam and Niall sit down at the table. "Hello," Liam greets us and Niall waves. "Hey mates, we were just discussing Harry's love life," Louis informs them and I've had enough.

I stand to my feet. "No, we weren't." As I begin to walk out of the hall, I hear Zayn's voice call from behind me. "Oh come on Harry, lighten up!" I ignore him and continue walking.

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As I storm out the doors of the dining hall, I bump into someone. Just as I'm about to yell at them to watch it, I realize who it is. Claire. She smiles at me. "Sorry," she begins to touch her hair, something she does when she's uncomfortable, I've come to notice. "No, no. That was my fault," I assure her and she takes a step toward me.

"You seem upset," she looks up at me, capturing my attention completely. "The boys were just getting on my nerves, is all." She nods. "Well, I'll see you this afternoon." She begins to turn away toward the door.

"Claire! Wait!" She quickly turns around, confusion in her eyes. I run my fingers through my hair. "Want to go grab food somewhere else? I haven't eaten and I really don't wanna go back in there. Care to join?" She smiles that beautiful smile and nods. "Sure." The happiness and excitement I feel as she walks with me is odd, but I welcome it. She's a lot shorter than me, but not too much. She is wearing a pair of gray skinny jeans that hug her every curve, flip-flops, and a loose purple t-shirt. She looks amazing and she doesn't even have to try.

She's looking up at me now, curiosity clear in her blue eyes. "What?" I smile down at her. She looks away and shakes her head. "Nothing." I stop walking and turn her to face me. "Why were you staring at me?" I can't help the smirk on my face as her cheeks redden. She sighs. "I was just looking at you because...you are very attractive." She covers her face at the words. I laugh out loud.

"And you," I reach to take her hands from her face,"are very beautiful." She smiles slightly, then bites her bottom lip. This girl, who doesn't even know me, hell, I don't even know her, seems to always be around. In my head, around campus. She's always there. No, I don't know her well, but I do know one thing. I want to.