Maybe, probably [h.s]

Chapter 11

Harry

Two weeks later

"Who are you going to ask to prom?" Niall asks me. I didn't know anymore; I didn't even want to go. What once seemed exciting, it now seems tedious. 

"I don't know man, maybe Amber?" I almost ask as a question. He smirks and doesn't say anything else. He looks over to his left to see Carmine and Fay walking in the hallway, hanging up prom posters. "I have a few weeks, maybe I'll go alone." I say to him. He just laughs and shakes his head at me. 

Since our secret kiss by the pool, I have seen Fay every day. Not to kiss or fuck, but to clean still. I'm no idiot, I know I hurt her feelings. I just didn't need her getting the wrong idea. I didn't want her thinking we were exclusive. Just because I enjoy myself around her, it doesn't mean I feel right about it. It feels like a separate life, one that should not mix with my future. 

Nonetheless, that kiss rocked me. After I knew for sure she was asleep, I ran upstairs, grabbing her worn underwear that lay on the bathroom floor. I ran right back into my room, shutting the door but not locking in, and wrapped them around my cock until my legs gave out. I had to bite into my pillow to make sure I didn't wake her. I kept thinking about her mouth, how she tasted like peppermint. I couldn't help myself, I let my mind wonder to her breast, I wondered how long she could stay still if I was licking and them, sucking on her nipples. By the end of that night, I had cum running down the base of my cock, dipping into the puddle I had made on the bed. 

I woke up the next morning and washed the bedding as fast as I could. 

She's said very little to me, I've heard no more from her room whenever she shuts her door. She still hasn't told anymore, though. I didn't think she would. Shes been putting a little more effort into her appearance at school. Today, her skirt is rolled up, you can see past her knee and a few inches of her thighs. Her brown hair is down, it has waves in it. She even had faint makeup on that brings out the other features in her face. 

"What are you guys doing?" Niall asks them as we walk by. Fay stays quiet. 

"Now that we have a theme, we have a date set for prom!" Carmine states, happily. Niall nods. No harsh words to Fay though.

"You look pretty today, Fay." Niall says. I look over to him quick. He was being serious. I wish I would've said it first, If I would've known he was thinking it. She gives him a small smile and nods. 

"Do you have a date for prom?" He asks her again. She looks around, pointing to herself. He laughs and nods. 

"Oh, um no. I haven't been asked or anything, I was just going to go with Carmine." She answers. 

He nods. "I'd like to take you." He shocks all of us by saying. Fay's eyes go a little wide. 

"Oh- well, I would need to think about I'm sorry." She speaks. Even after all the hate he has spit her way, she still shows kindness to him. 

"It's okay! I understand." 

I don't know what's happening, I didn't know he was going to do that. I'm just standing there with my heart beating out of my chest. She just smiles and nods at him, glancing over at me and looking away. 

The end of the day cannot come soon enough. I've been sitting at the pub since leaving school. I'm a little buzzed at this point, I decide to head to Fay's to just sleep off the long day and continue my job tomorrow. Heading out and driving to her house, I can't help but wonder if she's home. 

When I walk inside, the smell of cooked food hits me. It smells amazing. 

"Oh, hey Harry." Fay says. She's stirring and reading a book. She does this flawlessly. I just smile and give a small wave. "I'm making baked chicken breast, mashed potatoes and gravy, and macaroni and cheese." She speaks. 

"I know it sounds childish; I'm just really craving it!" She laughs. She seems to be in a good mood. I can't help but wonder if its Niall. 

"What's got you so chipper?" I ask. 

"I feel good about me, if you must know." She responds. 

"Is this about Niall asking you to prom?" I finally say. She stops stirring and starts laughing at me. 

"Oh my god, are you jealous?" She laughs. I'm getting a little irritated now. 

"No, I'm not." I say shortly. She sees the look on my face, and she calms herself down. 

"Harry, Niall treats me like shit, he always has. I'm not going to prom with him just because he saw my thighs and wants to be play nice." She says, and She's being honest, I can tell. I nod and tell her that's good. She bends down to pull the chicken out of the oven, it smells amazing. Her ass in that skirt looks even better though. I'm not longer focused on the food; I want to taste her.

She starts setting up the table for us to eat at. Two plates, two glasses, two forks. 

Once everything is set up, she goes to sit in her seat. I can't help myself anymore. 

"Fay?" I question. She looks up at me with curious eyes. 

"Please lay on the fucking table, take your underwear off."