Right Place and Right Time

Chapter 29

Chapter 29:

Harry’s POV

            “So basically, we’re performing at some high school prom,” I casually said to no one in particular.

            All the other boys mumbled yes and yeahs, but I know this wasn’t just some high school. This is the school that Natalie goes to. Natalie. As if I could ever forget her. I wonder if she’ll be here? I hope she’s not; she really hurt me. But deep down, I’m hoping that she will be, hard as I might not want to admit it. Our car drove up to the entrance. I took a deep breath, exhaled, and got out of the car.

Natalie’s POV

            Ryan and I arrived at Becca’s house, where a lot of other couples arrived also. Everybody exchanged compliments, saying how pretty they looked, or how their hair looked perfect, that stuff. Then we took those typical prom pictures; standing in a row, smiling and looking as happy as ever. Honestly everybody looked stunning in her dress; and the boys looked rather handsome in their suits. Since my dress was blue, Ryan got me a matching corsage, while I got him a blue boutonniere to match his tie. The photographer, a stout little man, was busy hustling around to get photos of every couple at the house, which was about 15. When we were all done, somebody rented a party bus and we all piled onto it, on the way to prom.

Zayn’s POV

            I felt as if I just got hit in the gut. Out of all schools, why Natalie’s? I don’t think I can do this. ‘You can do this Zayn, you have to,’ I told myself. Even though we were performing at the end, we arrived before the prom even began just to rehearse. Then we leave, and come back; which makes no sense to me at all.

            “Okay lads, we’re going to perform Moments,” said Liam.

            We all nodded and ran through it twice, just to make sure the sound and everything was in order. We left as soon as people began trickling in, not wanting anybody to see us.

Natalie’s POV

            We were already a whole hour late when we got there. Everybody clambered out; personally I just wanted to stay in the fancy limo. Screw dancing. But no, I got out and walked into the gymnasium. Prom was in full swing; everybody was dancing and laughing; just having a good time. Becca, Ryan, and the rest of the group found a table, where we all laid our possessions. The majority of the group left me sitting at the table and went to dance; I just sat there awkwardly trying to blend into the tablecloth as well as possible.

            “Hey, let’s dance, I like this song,” said Becca.

            “Becca have you seen me dance? I look like I’m dying.”

            “Come on, it’s our last year of high school, it doesn’t matter either way.”

            “Fine,” I said.

            We went onto the dance floor and danced the night away, making a few more high school memories. Prom was almost over; just fifteen minutes left. I went back to sit down while sipping some punch, when I heard a familiar voice say, “Grab your date or dance partner, here’s the last slow song of the night.”

            Why the hell is One Direction at my prom.