Harry's P.O.V.
Our heads shot to the door, my eyes finding another pair of familiar ones; staring at us in disbelief. "I'm so- wow..I don't - wow.. sorry.", they muttered, turning around and hurrying off. I felt my heart beating incessantly, adrenaline pumping through my body as I still stood there in shock. "Oh my god.", Sophia gasped, jumping off the table and re-adjusting her dress. "Oh my god, Harry!", she exclaimed, scrunching her hair up in her fists. "We're fucking doomed!"
"N-..", I started off, unsure of how to continue. We were doomed. "How the fuck did we let this happen?!"
Sophia's voice was full of worry and angst as she paced the room up and down. "My parents are gonna have a fit!", she whined, hiding her face behind her hands.
"Hey.", I whispered once I'd gotten myself together again and had re-adjusted my clothes as well; my member decreasing in hardness slowly. Grabbing her wrists, I slowly pulled them away from her face, entwining our fingers as they hung at our sides. "I don't care if they find out, or if they have a fit.. we'll talk to them..we'll-.. it'll all turn out fine." As I tried to assure her, I was trying to assure myself as well. I didn't want to make out how her parents would react, how angry they would be - and how disappointed. We had been lying to them all along.
"Let's just get back inside and... see how it goes.", I suggested, brushing my thumb over her cheekbone; the flushed skin burning. Doing nothing but nod, Sophia closed her eyes as she inhaled deeply; my lips finding hers for a gentle, slow and short kiss.
I held her hand loosely as we walked down the corridor, eventually reaching the big doors again. "Okay.", I sighed, giving her hand a squeeze, before letting go and opening them. She smiled politely and friendly, yes somewhat cool as she passed me, heading straight towards her parents.
I reciprocated her actions, shoving my hands into the pockets of my pants as I strolled across the hall to my mum and stepdad. "Oh there you are love!", my mum chirped as I approached.
"Just had to get some air", I lied through a false smile, pressing my hand to her upper arm. "How was the speech?" I laughed; my mum immediately rolling her eyes and joining in. "Oh you know... riveting as usual!"
I grinned at her sarcasm, before I felt a quick tap on my shoulder.
"Harry, dear-"
I turned round to be greeted by Sophia's mum. "Hey..." I said curiously, wondering what the sly smile on her face was for. "Anne, you don't mind if I borrow your son for a moment do you?" she flashed a perfect set of white teeth, before winking and grabbing my hand.
I guess half of me was relieved at her warmth; it meant that she hadn't heard about mine and Sophia's little rendezvous only moments ago.
"Now Harry" she began, letting go of my arm and stepping out of my eye line. "How about you ask Melanie for a dance" she nudged me playfully; my heart pounding and face draining as her eyes flicked up and met mine.
Wide, panicked eyes stared silently at one another; my body being gently shoved my Sophia's mum's hands towards Melanie. "I- I, erm. I really can't dance" I laughed nervously, trying to free myself from the awkwardness that was currently surrounding us.
"Oh that's fine, I'm sure Melanie can show you a few moves. She was a junior tango champion" Sophia's mum laughed, before leaving my side.
Before I had a chance to think of another excuse, the lights dimmed and the music began; people shuffling from the dance floor, whilst couples took their places. I caught Sophia's eye from the other side of the room as someone bumped into me; jolting my body towards Melanie. Our hips crashed; my hands landing uncomfortably upon her hips.
"Well this isn't at all awkward..." she mumbled beneath a soft, nervous laugh.
My mouth ends warmed to her humour, feeling slightly more at ease as we began to move.
