Dad drove me to school today. He said he didn't want me to shuffle around with a suitcase on the train, but I know it's because he wants to keep track of where I am. I don't mind. It's actually very convenient for me, so I don't complain. When we arrived, he even helped get my suitcase out of the trunk.
Now I was pulling my suitcase with me, on the way to the large group standing in front of the school building. I had thought about this moment all night. What would i do? Do I just casually walk up to Harry, or do we keep it a secret? Everyone is going to know. Is Harry and George the only ones involved in that weird agreement, if not, am I gonna get 'bullied' for it? I have to figure it out. And I have to do it now.
Or do I?
I see Harry walking up to me. I don't know if I should be relieved that I don't have to decide anymore, or if I should panic.
I have no time to feel anything, because Harry immediately embraces me and intertwines his fingers with mine. The whole class is looking at us. I see some faces confused, others gaping. I can do nothing but smile. He really did rip off the band-aid fast. On one hand, I don't have to worry about anyone finding out anymore. One the other hand, I have to worry about what people will think. And also that stupid agreement.
I'm suddenly startled by our teacher's voice yelling; "Everybody gather here, the bus is here and we have to hurry."
Everyone scurries to the bus. Harry takes my suitcase, so I can save us seats in the back. I see Amelia seating herself at the opposite end of the bus. It's probably for the best, that she doesn't sit close to me. She would keep on babbling, and Harry and I wouldn't even get one word in. Some time passes and everyone except Harry is seated. He stayed outside helping everyone with their suitcases. Reason number 1050 I love him so much. He's the last person to enter the bus and every single head turns as he makes his way to the end of the bus. He sits beside me, and I immediately hear the low whispers and rumors fly around the bus.
"Don't think about it" Harry says.
"Think about what?" i ask.
"I can see that you're worried about what they're thinking. Don't. I don't care. You shouldn't either" he says and looks me in the eyes. He puts on a daring smile. And kisses me. I can hear the gasps. It's thrilling. Almost freeing. 'Cats out of the bag' I guess. He breaks the kiss and looks at me.
"Cats out of the bag" he states.
"Funny. That was just what I was thinking." I say and smile at him. I rest my head on his shoulders and try to ignore the stares. I didn't like being the center of attention but this felt different. I liked this. There was a tension on the bus of some sort. And oooh, how I would like to know what they were whispering about. For now, I would have to wait and hear what it was all about from Amelia. But i'd have to wait till we got there and who knows how long that's going to take when our teacher doesn't even know where we are going.
Harry slips a hand in between my thighs. I look at him with a reproachful expression.
"I have cold hands," he states. I give him a "c'mon"-look and he just takes my other hand in his. I realise I'm not winning this fight, and I let him take it. Actually, his hands are really cold. But what I don't know now is how long they're going to stay that way. Who knows where he will put them?
Some time went by on the bus. Harry and I had managed to share a whole pack of Oreos, talk about climate change and hypothetically solve world hunger. None of our conversations were boring. It was completely natural for us.
The whispers had stifled a little bit. People had other things to talk about. That gave me a chance to start a semi-private conversation with Harry. I wanted to talk to him about George. That stupid agreement was nagging at me. I couldn't get it out of my head. I knew that it was a sensitive area for Harry, I could see on his face he didn't want to talk about it. But I had to know.
