Prove It (H.S)

Chapter Ten

I walk down the hallway of Harry's dormitory, searching for a door with his and Louis' name on it. Once I reach the very end of the hallway, I see the door. Before I can knock, Harry swings the door open, with a beautifully huge smile on his face, his green eyes sparkling. "Hey," he says, widening the door for me to pass. His room is nowhere as neat as mine, but then again, no one's is. There are posters covering every wall, and books all over one of the beds. Harry sees me eying the bed and says,"that's Louis' bed." I smile and nod.

Harry is wearing a dark gray v-neck t-shirt and of course, black jeans. I'm not complaining though, he looks absolutely perfect. "So," he interrupts my admiration of him,"how are you doing after earlier today?" As much as I don't want to talk about it, the concern in his green eyes makes me respond. "I don't really know. It hasn't really sunken in." He nods and hands me a root bear. "My favorite," I say, causing him to smile.

"I ordered pizza, I hope that's alright," he runs his fingers through his hair. "Yeah, that's fine." I'm surprised when he grabs my wrist and pulls me to his chest. He stares down into my eyes and I reach up to plant a soft kiss on his lips. I'm further surprised when he moves his head onto my shoulder and raps his arms around my back into a hug. I can't describe what I feel in this moment. Ever since I met Harry, which really wasn't long ago, I've felt a longing to see him every second of everyday. When I see his face, it's like the world around me disappears and it's only me and him.

"How'd you manage to get rid of Louis?" I ask after he pulls away too soon. "Turns out I didn't have to do much at all. He already had plans to meet up with Christine." I nod and sit on his bed. The whole room smells like him, and it's a lovely scent. "So, there's a party at this guy's apartment that Louis knows Friday night, wanna go?" He asks, drinking from the bottle in his hand. I begin to play with my hair. "Uh, I don't know...I've never really been to a college party before," he smiles at me and sits beside me. "Relax, his house is close to campus and I won't let anything happen to you." Even if I shouldn't trust this green-eyed man next to me, I do. I nod,"okay."

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After a few ours of eating pizza, laughing hysterically, discussing philosophy and sharing old family stories, I'm quite tired. Harry has started a movie on his laptop for us to watch and my head is resting on his chest as we lay on his bed. His arms are folded behind his head and he looks like a work of art. It's a low-budget british film I've never seen before, but by the way Harry recites parts of it, I can tell it's one of his favorites. He takes an arm from under his head and begins to play with my blonde hair.

The movie just started to get interesting and my attention has been captured. Suddenly, a blurry figure bursts through the door. Harry quickly springs from the bed, softly pushing me off of him. "Lou!" Harry rushes over to the figure who is stumbling over to the other bed, when I notice it's Louis. Harry helps him to his feet and I sit up. Louis' eyes are blood shot and there are tear stains on his cheek. "Oh god, you stink of vodka," Harry covers his nose. Louis violently pushes his friend away from him and turns his attention to me. "What is she doing here? Get her out!" He picks up a book from his bed and lifts an arm to throw it at me when Harry grabs the book.

"Claire, I'm really sorry, but I think you should go," Harry is struggling to contain his friend and I quickly nod. "I'll call you tomorrow," he says as I turn the door knob.

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Harry's POV

I rest Louis onto his bed before grabbing a bottle of water and twisting off the cap for him. When I offer it to him, he hits it out of my hand, splattering the water everywhere. "What the hell happened to you?" He rolls his red eyes up to look at me. "You wouldn't happen to have any hidden booze, would you?" He gives a drunken grin and tries to stand up but I push him back onto the bed. "No, mate. You're fucking wasted." He glares at me and rests his head against the wall.

"Tell me what happened," I sit next to him and he wipes his nose with the back of his hand. "Christine broke up with me," he replies before letting out a pitiful, drunken sob. "I'm really sorry, mate. Is that why you got drunk?" I hand him another bottle of water and this time he takes it. "No, I went drinking because the reason she broke up with me was because she's cheating on me." Shit. "Damn it, Louis. I'm sorry." He shakes his head at me.

"I need another drink," he stands and begins to walk towards the door but I pull him back. "No, Lou. You shouldn't drink anymore. You're wasted as it is." He turns around and points a finger at me face. "Don't tell me what to do," before opening the door and stumbling down the hallway.