Will We Click? [A One Direction / Harry Styles fanfiction]

Beard

CHAPTER 16

“Ok so prom’s nearing and—.”

“No, prom’s like three months away.” I said, cutting Hanna off before she can babble on. We were in the hallways getting our books and whatnot from our lockers for the next period, and lucky enough for me the whole morning I was stuck with Hanna. So basically my whole morning will all be about prom once more. I like the fact that she’s really making an effort but sometimes I feel like she goes overboard. And to be honest, I feel like she deserves to be prom queen more than I do. I mean, she’s got boys begging on the ground she walks on, she’s gorgeous, she’s popular—

“Exactly! We only have three months left!! Hot guys are an endangered species in this campus!” She waved her arms in exasperation as she cut off my thoughts. “So we better go guy hunting now.”

“Hanna we have History next.” I argued.

“We’ll do an elimination during class!” She said triumphantly as I groaned inwardly.

You’re probably wondering why it’s us looking for my date, and not us waiting for someone to ask me out to prom. Well our prom committee thought it would be wonderful to have it as a “girls ask guys” sort of thing. I know, ridiculous. Well, for Hanna it was brilliant because according to her most of the girls in school would probably be too shy to ask out any guy, so the chances are hot guys are still on the market… Hanna and her logic…

“OW!” I squealed as I bumped into Hanna who suddenly stopped in her tracks, giving me that look. “Ok what crazy scheme do you have in mind…”

“ETHAN!” she said, clapping her hands. “You can ask Ethan to prom!! You two are talking again and stuff, and things are back to normal, right? And come on, Becca you two would look perfect!”

I wanted to argue with Hanna, that I simply can’t ask Ethan to prom, but I can’t really come up with a reason as to why. Okay maybe one being we just cooled off from a huge cold shoulder session, but it’s been… three days! That’s enough, right? And we’ve hung out yesterday and on Sunday, too. Well maybe our “hanging out” on Sunday was basically for the video, but that still counts.

“You’re silent,” Hanna smirked. “That means you agree! Okay lunch time it is, you are asking Ethan!!” she said with finality as she sashayed her way down to our room. I don’t know if it was the fact that I’m really going to do it this lunch time or if it’s just the tacos I had for break, but my stomach started doing backflips and I had to slap myself just to get a move on.

“Go get him, tiger!” Hanna said playfully as she pushed me off in the direction of Ethan’s locker. Yes, the time has come for the world to swallow me up. I’m kidding. Hah. Hahaha. Hah…

“Hey Ethan.” I smiled as I finally reached his locker.

“Oh, hey Becca,” he smiled at me as he closed his locker. “how’s the video going?”

“It’s doing fine! I’m almost finished with it.” Come on Becca, you can do it.

“That’s good.” He smiled, and there was this awkward silence. He was bouncing on the balls of his feet, I guess he could sense that I still had something to say.

“Ethan,” I took a deep breath. “Will you go to prom with me?” I managed to push those words out of my mouth. Only God knows how thankful I was that it was just the two of us in the hallways that time, because I was not prepared at all for what he said next. As the last word left my mouth, Ethan’s expression changed and he rubbed the back of his neck again. Is he going to say no? I knew this was a bad idea this is why I should never listen to Han—