White Alpha |h.s|

10. Trying

Noelle

After deciding that I should be chill, and wear , I was still trying to figure out what to do with my hair? I guess I should just put it down. I straightened it, to get the pony tail bump out of it. I hate those! They're so annoying. I even touched up my makeup, smacking my lips together to fix my matte lip gloss. I fixed my necklaces, and smile at Harry's. It may not have been special to him, but it's certainly special to me.

For classified reasons that may or may not be that he gave it to me.

Cough.

I clean up my room a little bit, and put things away. I open the little cabinet under my TV and pull out my movies, looking through them. I honestly had a bunch of movies, but they consisted of every Disney that ever was, cartoon or not, along with seasons of Spongebob, Scooby Doo, and even Hannah Montana...yeah, let's not talk about that faze.

Sighing, I put them on my pink chair, before plopping down on my white plush bean bag. I was kind of nervous, I mean- Wait, why am I nervous? It's just Harry...

Yeah, but he said he liked you, and you said you liked him,

But why should that change anything? I mean-

Noelle, don't be ignorant. He's into you.

Or that's what he wants me to think-

You're hopeless, child.

I shake off the inner war with myself, as I stand. I tip toe out of my room, and see everyone had gone to bed. Hmph, old people. I wonder where Jake was? I shrug to myself, making my way down the stairs quietly. I hear a light tap on the door, and feel butterflies in my tummy, knowing it's Harry. I walk over to the door, and quietly open it,

"Hey, I was going to climb up but I didn't want to drop the pizza." He whispers, shutting the door with his bum. He holds to large pizzas, his book bag, and a mysterious Walmart bag. I raise my eyebrow,

"You weren't worried about falling, yourself?" He shakes his head with a light laugh.

"Nope. C'mon, I'm hungry." He whispers, as we start walking upstairs,

"Hey!" I hear Jake whisper yell. Oh fuck!

"Hi Jake..." I say, slowly turning around,

"You guys are having a sleep over, complete with pizza? Without me?" He pouts fakely,

"It's-well-no-"

"Just give me a piece, and I'll shut up-"

"Jake, you ate dinner-"

"Mom burned the pork chops and I took three bites before I wanted to puke. Please?" I look up at Harry, rolling my eyes,

"Here, mate." Harry says, and throws him a slice. Jake catches it, before smiling wide,

"Thanks man. At least one of you can be bargained with. " Jake says, as he runs up the stairs past us.

"Brothers." I groan, running up the stairs. Harry chuckles, as he follows behind me. I let him in my room, and shut the door. He sets the pizza on floor, dropping his school bag next to mine on my chair, before setting the bag on my bed.

"I bet you're wondering what's in this bag." His eyebrows wiggle. I laugh slightly,

"Yeah, actually." I smile.

"I may or may not have had to run to the store for my mom and may or may not have saw a pie that may or may not have jumped into my hands..." He smiles widely.