"Come on," Harry smirks, still gloating about winning the disagreement. "I'll give you something to sleep in." I padded down the short hallway after him and into his room. I sat on the edge of his bed while he dug through his drawers. "So, how is senior year treating you?" Harry quizzes me, still searching for something for me to wear. I shrug.
"It's going pretty well actually." I answer after thinking about it. He followed with a few questions, like what classes I'm taking an what not. "I'm in AP science, math and English. I'm actually the captain of the dance team." I explain. He turned for a second with highly raised eyebrows.
"Jesus, it's going to be easy as hell to get into college for you. Speaking of, where do you plan on going?"
"I'm not sure yet. I've gotten offers for Brown, Yale, Colombia, and a few others, as well as the smaller schools, but I'm leaning towards Colombia. I've always loved the city." I smile a little at the thought of living in New York City.
"Wow. You know I've always wanted to go to Colombia, they have asked me several times to go but I'm not really sure what kept me here." Harry hands me a big white t-shirt, and then a pair of plaid boxers. "My shorts wouldn't even fit around your waist, trust me. That's the only thing you're going to fit into." He must've noticed my blushing when he handed them to me.
He points me to the bathroom connecting to his bedroom, and I could hear him turn on the TV, just moments after I shut the door. I pulled down my skirt, stepping into the boxers Harry gave me. To my surprise, they actually fit me okay. Next I removed my top, replacing it with Harry's white shirt. I looked at myself in the full length mirror, making sure I didn't look too bad. I collected my discarded clothes, and unlocked the bathroom door. Harry was laying down on his, what I guessed to be a queen sized bed. All the lights were turned off, besides a little desk lamp on his bedside table, and the glow of the TV. He had changed into loose grey sweats, and lost his shirt. He looked so fucking good, and I nearly had to hold myself back from jumping on top of him. He didn't notice me at first, until I crossed the room to put my clothes in the corner of his room.
"You look better in my clothes than I do." Heat rushed to my cheeks at the comment he made, before I found the words to thank him.
"So, speaking of college, you said that Colombia wants you?" Harry nods in response. I sit down on the bed next to him. "I'm surprised. Sorry, that came out wrong," I fumbled over my words for a second. "I mean, you're at every party they throw near campus. Even in high school I remember the five of you going to parties all the time. How do you have time to study and stuff?" I rephrased my question. Harry shrugs.
"I make time. I do want to be successful in life, you know." He chuckles.
"But aren't you always hungover from the parties?"
"I don't drink that much. Usually just a drink or two." My eyes widened at this new information. Then as I thought more about it, I couldn't really remember a time when I had seen Harry drunk. I guess I had just assumed. I mean, even I drink at the parties I attend. I felt defeated.
"Why don't you drink?" I look from the television to the curly haired boy next to me. He's quiet, looking at his fingers which he fiddled around with. It was clear to that he was uncomfortable, and I immediately felt bad for asking the question. "You don't have to answer." I said quickly, regretting opening my mouth in the first place. There was complete silence between us, the only noise coming from whatever was playing on the television. I didn't know how else to switch the topic without making things worse, so I stayed quiet, shifting my position on the bed so I was side by side with Harry.
"Sorry, I just don't want to talk about it." Harry spoke up after what seemed like forever. I nodded my head understandingly. Shifting my eyes from the screen to Harry, I could see his emerald green eyes looking up at mine. He now had his arms crossed behind his head, and I couldn't hold myself from biting my lip.
