Prove It (H.S)

Chapter Twelve

I'm sitting cross legged on my bed, flipping through an old issue of People Magazine when my phone vibrates next to me. It's a text from Harry, asking me when he should pick me up for the party. Oh no. The party! Through everything that's happened over the past couple days, the party Harry invited me to completely slipped my mind.

I reply, telling him an hour should be good, and scramble over to my closet to find something to wear. My wardrobe consists of the typical cloths an eighteen year old girl would wear, but I can't seem to make up my mind. Once I realize that I've wasted twenty minutes standing in front of my closet, I grab a pair of black skinny jeans and a white, lacey tank top. I decide to straighten my hair and by the time that is done, Harry should almost be here. I pull on my Keds and walk to wait for Harry in front of the building.

His car pulls up, exactly on time and he hops out to open the door for me and kiss my cheek. "You look lovely, changed your hair up, yeah?" I nod, blushing, as I push my hair back behind my ear. Harry makes small talk for most of the drive, and before I know it, we're pulling up to a white house with a big front porch. "This is the place, the guy's name is Lance, I think," Harry says, unbuckling his seatbelt and stepping out of the car. I follow him up the walk and notice a very long line of cars down the road, and their are people standing and chatting on the lawn, on the porch, and filing in and out of the house.

Harry grabs my hand as we walk through the door, and my attention is immediately drawn to a tall, thin girl, with copper hair, draped over a black haired boy over on the couch. Oh no. This isn't happening. I should've expected Zayn and Aubrey to be here, and since they are, my night will probably be ruined.

"Hey, you alright?" Harry squeezes my hand and I look up at him. "Yeah, yeah I'm good," I assure him. I'm thankful when he steers us in the opposite direction of Zayn and Aubrey.

The house is already pretty trashed and it's only 8:00. From my understanding, these parties go well into the morning. I'm already starting to feel dizzy from the heat of all the bodies and the sound of voices and music, and the sight of Louis drinking a beer outside the window doesn't make me feel any better.

Harry sees me staring and touches my shoulder. "He'll be alright, love. It's just a beer," his green eyes stare down at me and I nod, letting his gaze capture me and distract me from my worries. He softly pushes me against the wall, and plants a kiss on my forehead, then my nose, then on my lips. "Why so tense?" He asks, lifting my chin so our eyes can meet.

I look away, and sigh, shaking my head. "Zayn and Aubrey are here." He pulls away slightly and runs his fingers through his hair. "I see, I understand if you wanna leave." I take his hands in mine, rubbing the skin around his rings. "Would you be okay with that?" I feel bad taking Harry away from the party, but I really don't want to be around Aubrey. "Of course, love."

He keeps my hand in his as we try to make our way to the door without being seen. To my horror, I hear Zayn's voice. "Harry? That you, lad?" Harry stops in his tracks and slowly turns around, a fake smile on his face. "Oh, hello, Zayn." Harry stuffs his hands into the pockets of his jeans and glances from Zayn to me, then Zayn, back to me again.

When I finally look over at Aubrey, she's staring at me, emotionless. I quickly look away and scoot closer to Harry's side. Zayn stands and walks over to us, followed by his girlfriend. Aubrey awkwardly stands next to Zayn, a hand on his shoulder.

Oddly, she's no longer looking at me. She's staring into Harry's eyes as the two boys converse. I study the way she laughs when Harry laughs, the way her head tilts when he speaks. I think I'm going to be sick.

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Harry's POV~

As Zayn tells me some story that I haven't taken the time to engage in, I glance at Claire. She's staring daggers at someone...Aubrey. When I look at Aubrey, she's staring at me, smiling. What the hell? I quickly look back at Zayn, giving Claire's hand a squeeze. I'm thankful for when Zayn finishes his story with a laugh and a playful punch at my shoulder. I chuckle back at him, not sure what was so funny.

"Well, we were just getting out of here," I begin, leading Claire towards the door. "Oh come on, stick around! There's room on the couch with Aubrey and me!" Claire fake smiles at Zayn and then pleadingly looks up at me. "No thanks, mate. I'll see you around." And with that, Claire and I are out the door.

We hurry down the walk and into the car. As we begin to drive, Claire won't look at me. She stares out the window, her head resting on her hand. "You alright?" I ask, putting a hand on her thigh. She flinches. "Claire?" She looks over at me, her expression is, annoyed? "Seeing those two really took a toll on you?" She purses her lips and shakes her head. "She likes you."

I choke on my own breath. "What?" She looks over at me, smoke practically fuming from her ears. "Aubrey! It all makes sense now! The reason she was so upset when she came to my room the other day! She's into you! You had to notice the way she was looking at you, Harry." Her little fists are bunching up on her lap.

I laugh at how frustrated she is. She turns to me, disgust clear on her face. "What? Oh come on, love. Aubrey is with Zayn, she wouldn't be interested in me," I try to convince her. "Besides, I'm with you. Only you," I add. She looks at me, slightly relaxed, but still clearly upset. "I don't want to discuss this with you, Harry."

"You're seriously upset with me about this? What have I done?" She looks out the window again. "I said I don't want to discuss it." She's shutting off, I can feel it. I decide to let her be for the rest of the ride. I pull up in front of her dormitory. "Claire, I'm sorry," not sure what I'm apologizing for, but hoping it will cheer her up.

She shakes her head and opens the door. "Goodnight, Harry," closing it behind her.