Teenage Dirtbag

30

Prom.

What was the point of it? What did it have for us seniors that couldn't have been any other year? Why wasn't it planned for a freshman, or a junior?

It was Saturday, also known as Prom night. I was screaming inside, freaking out on what to do. I had everything planned out at first, but now I'm not so sure.

Noel would show up in the dress, looking hot as hell, and I would be with Liam, Louis and Tanner.

My mum tied my tie, straightening my jacket out. I could feel myself tremble as each minute passed. "You look very handsome Harry.." I could see the gloss forming in her eyes. I smiled and bit my lip, shaking.

"I kind of hope so.." She pulled me into a hug, pinning the white rose on my jacket. "Beautiful. Your all ready." I sighed, rolling on my heals.

"Where's your date?" I cleared my throat. "She won't be coming. She had to find me there." My mum tilted her head, patting my shoulder. "It'll be okay Harry, she'll understand that it's not your fault." I shrugged, spinning around once.

"Okay go! I can't keep you waiting any longer!" I laughed as she pushed me out the door, watching me get in the car. I waved her down, backing out the driveway.

I dialed Liam's number, putting him on speaker.

"Hey mate, you on your way?"

"Yeah is everyone there?" He paused.

"If you mean me, Louis, Niall, and Tanner then yes. They're all at the punch bar. It's so weird that they are bringing this old stuff back, punch bars and such." I laughed, turning into the parking lot of the school.

"Alright, I'm here so wait for me in the cafeteria."

"Alrighty." With that, I ended the call, shutting my car off. I got out of my car, walking towards the building. Men with cameras came running towards me, getting ready to take pictures.

"Is this like a red carpet or something?" I asked, putting on my mask. The bright lights from the flash on the camera made me want to get inside faster. Nobody answered me, so I decided to make a rush for it.

When I made it inside, the walls were covered in some fancy wallpaper, trying to make it ball like.

I gave the woman at the table my ticket, reaching in my pocket for my phone. It was almost seven, and Noel wasn't here yet. When I found Liam and the other boys at the punch table I instantly laughed.

"So, who's the one that's going to spill the punch? I mean, it's bound to happen like in the movies right?" They faced me, smiling and laughing. I noticed Tanner, seeing some muscle in his arms.

"Tanner? You going to the gym lately?" He smiled, flexing his arms. "I guess for the past week yeah?" I patted him on the back, looking at the rest of them.

"Where are your masks?" They all pulled them out in unison, pulling them over their faces.

"Uh, Harry?" I looked to Niall, seeing them all look behind me. I turned, finding the pink dress. The mask covered her beautiful features, but only made it more exciting.

I turned to face the boys, smirking. "Well boys, I think the night has just begun." They all cheered, and we made our way to our own table.

After a while, we noticed that everyone had made they're way to the dancefloor, grabbing their significant other. Izabel had snatched Niall, and they swayed to the slow dance. I noticed that Noel was standing at the punch bar, letting me take the initiative to actually start the night.

I walked over, axiety rushing through me as her back was to me. She grabbed the spoon, filling a cup with punch.

"Do you like it?" I asked over the music. She jumped, turning to me. I couldn't remember the last time we'd talked. It had been a few months, but I had surely missed her voice.

"What?" I eyed her down, smirking up at her.

"Your dress? You like it?" She looked down at her own dress, then back up at me in shock. "Wait," Her cup was set down on the table, focusing on me.
"You bought me this?" I shrugged, putting my hands in my pockets. She scoffed, mouth wide open. I laughed as she ran her hand over her face, covering her mouth. Her makeup was done perfectly, a little hint of blush with her lip gloss. Her mascara matched her eyes well, complimenting the whole outfit.

"Harry but-"

"I saw you looking at it with Izabel. I was confused as to why you turned it down though?" She lifted the soft fabric up, smiling beneath her mask.

"It was at least five hundred dollars!" I furrowed my brows. "What?" She nodded, fixing her mask.

"Noel the tag read two hundred?" She shook her head in confusion.

"But I saw it! I swear it wasn't two hundred when I looked at it.." I smiled at her, watching her as she began to panic. "Harry this isn't funny! I seriously thought you paid that much for it!" She playfully shoved me. I grabbed her arms, bringing her body closer to me.

Her warm breath fanned my face. I could barely keep my eyes open, I just missed every ounce of her.

"I can't be around you.." She whispered. I gave her a devilish grin, moving a few strands of hair away from her face. "You realize it is a masquerade ball right?" She rolled her eyes, gripping onto my arms.

"I really have missed this." She said over the loud music. I smiled warmly at her, rubbing my thumb against her cheek.

"I miss you too.." She blinked, maybe shocked at my words. Her teeth gripped onto her lip, pulling on it with pride.

"Well Ms. Thompson, is there any room in your schedule for a dance tonight?" I hold out a hand, waiting for her to take it. She turns to her side, tapping her index finger on her cheek.

"I guess I could, I mean it wouldn't hurt?" I turned my head when she grabbed my hand. "I wouldn't test that theory darling."

"Is that a challenge Mr. Styles?" I shrugged, pulling her body to mine. I watched her as she looked at my hands, forming in a proper formation for dancing.

One of my hands rested on her back, while the other one was outward connected her hers. She placed her free hand on my shoulder, looking me in the eyes.

"Your a natural Ms. Thompson." She smiled nervously. I missed her, so much. I couldn't hide it anymore and I don't know how long it would take for me to fall apart.

"Where did to learn to dance like this?" She asked as I spinned her around, dipping her. She gazed up at me, I could see her beauty behind her mask.

I pulled her and I back up straight, stopping. "My mum used to dance with me when I was younger, I just never forgot." She smiled, her eyes not leaving mine. My hands moved to her mask, pulling it up on her head.

"You look very beautiful Noel." The words slipped out. She looked up at me in awe, not knowing what to say. I spoke for her, leaning in and pressing my lips against her soft ones.