Chapter 10
"Got this for you." Julian said, handing me a gift wrapped present.
"Thanks, Julian." I smiled at him and gave him a hug.
Chris threw me the party against my better wishes.
At first, I was adamant about him having the party but seeing how much effort he put into planning it all, I started to love the idea of it.
He made an effort not to do anything he knew I wouldn't like. He didn't invite too many people, he kept the guest list exclusive, just as he had promised. He kept checking things with me to make sure I was okay with everything he was planning and things he wanted to do.
I don't know what I did to deserve Chris, really.
The party had recently just started and few of our friends were still yet to come. I was already having a good time as it was. I felt really grateful to the people around me and the people that showed up. I had received gifts from Harry, Chris, my mom and now, Julian.
"I think that's another great perk of having a going-away party." I said to Harry and Chris who stood beside each sides of me. "I get gifts."
Julian, Chris and Harry laughed in unison.
"I'll go put this down." I said to them and excused myself, walking towards the dining table, where I had placed the other gifts I had gotten tonight.
Chris moved closer to Julian and they got lost in their own world, talking, while Harry followed closely beside me as I walked away.
"Quite the turnout." Harry said immediately I placed Julian's gift down. "Chris really outdid himself."
"Yeah." I smiled as I let my eyes take in the setting before me. I looked at him and spoke again, "Thank you again for showing up. I know it must not have been easy for the busy Harry Ronald to clear his schedule for simple old me."
He laughed, "Are you crazy? I wouldn't miss this."
I laughed along with him.
"I might have to leave early though." He said again.
"It's no problem." I nodded. "I understand."
"When are you gonna open my present?" He asked me, leaning his arm on a dining chair.
"Later." I told him then gave him a look when I noticed the look he was giving me. "Why are you looking at me like that?"
"Nothing." A smirk graced his lips.
"If you got me something obscene, I will cut you." I threatened him playfully.
"Wha-?" He threw his head back in laughter. "Why would you think that I got you something obscene? Jesus Christ."
"I don't know, maybe because you were looking at me like a creep." I couldn't help but laugh too.
"Well, I promise you, I didn't get you anything obscene."
"Good, because I would have-" My words fell short in my mouth when I noticed Dean walking over to where Harry and I stood.
His hair was the first thing I noticed; they looked shorter, like he had gotten a fresh haircut. His T-shirt was black and so were the jean trousers he had on, his Nike shoes were white though. He held his phone in one hand and a box which was gift wrapped in the other.
Our gazes remained locked until he stood directly in front of Harry and I.
"Hey Dean." I was the first to speak, with a smile.
