don't call me that

13: Admitting

After Harry's song, I pretty much followed him around for the rest of the night: hanging off his arm, nuzzling into his neck, pressing my cheek against his chest.

Once Gemma had danced with her father, and Anne had cried a bit more, the party really got started. The lights went down and speakers started pumping from every direction.

I watched as Niall approached Jade's chair, step by step. Once behind her, he cleared his throat.

"Wanna dance?" I heard him ask shyly, once she turned around. Jade grinned slightly and glanced at me for half a second before turning back to Niall.

"I guess." She played it off like it was no big deal, but he better have seen the hopeful affection in her big brown eyes as he took her by the hand and led her out onto the floor.

I had no idea where Harry was, so I turned back to my table and chatted with Louis.

"You excited to head back to school in a few days?" he asked cheekily.

"Absolutely not," I groaned, resting my chin on my hand and sighing, all my responsibilities flooding back into my head. "I have three papers for Smith and one day to do them."

Louis slapped his forehead. "Shit," he exclaimed. "I have to do those too!"

We laughed together.

"Besides, finals are in like two months and I haven't even started putting together what I need."

"It's hardly March, Blue," Louis chuckled, "and you're already studying. What a nerd."

"Don't call me that, Lou." I wrinkled my nose. "I'm just scared I'm gonna fail."

Louis shrugged, then his eyes focused on something behind me. He nodded in that direction.

"Your man looks hungry."

I turned around to see Harry coming up to or table, his previously styled curls now falling in his eyes and the top three buttons of his shirt undone.

I grinned at him and let Harry pull me to my feet. His other hand snaked around my waist.

I wiggled my fingers to say goodbye to Louis as Harry led me out onto the dance floor. A slow song was just starting and I let him pull my body into his, moving slowly together to the music.

"Have I told you how gorgeous you look tonight?" he murmured softly, his whispered words warm against my ear.

I buried my face in his familiar-smelling shoulder and bit back a smile. "Yes," I replied, voice muffled by his jacket.

I heard Harry chuckle as he squeezed my waist and kissed the top of my head.

We swayed in silence for a minute or so, but I could tell by the way he was breathing that Harry was thinking.

"When you met me, I was a pretty annoying lad, wasn't I?" he mumbled.

I giggled and pulled back to look into his sparkling eyes. "Was?" I teased.

Harry swallowed down a smirk and his dimples caught the lights. "I'm being serious, Blue," he insisted, wrinkling his nose.

"Okay okay," I said softly, gripping his lapels and smoothing my hands down his chest. "Go ahead."

Harry chewed on his lip for a moment, watching my hands trail downwards with bated breath. Swallowing, his eyes met mine.

"I just think that you've matured me, love." He said it shyly, eyelashes fluttering, and I felt my heart skip a beat.