Teenage Dirtbag

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Her hands pushed me away, one of the last things I'd ever think would happen. Her fingers touched her lips, glaring at me. She then walked away, heading straight for the bathrooms.

I ran after her, walking into the bathroom with her and not caring.

"Noel." She was hunched over the sink, looking in the mirror when she saw me behind her. "Harry please go.." I ran my hand through my hair, pacing back and forth.

"What was it? My breath? Was I that bad?" She pushed away from the counter, walking up to me and smashing her lips to mine. My hands met with her back, holding her body to mine as our lips moved in sync.

She parted from me, panting.

"Why did it take that long?" I furrowed my brows, tilting my head away from her. "What do you mean?"

"Why didn't you kiss me that night at your house? Why now?" I slid my hands out of my pockets, up to my head. She was still on it, or did she never get off of it?

"I.. I don't know? I guess I just didn't know how, no- I was just afraid.." She fiddled with her fingers. "You were afraid of what?" I sighed, really just wondering what she'll say.

"You regretting something.."

"Why would I-"

"You had just broken up with Lance and I was just scared that you would regret it! It's just- really hard to explain.." She shook her head, walking to me with her hands held out. She placed her hands on each side of my face, I grabbed her wrists.

"I don't regret anything." She whispered.

"I only regret you walking away from me." She whined leaning our foreheads together. "I'm so sorry.." I looked at her from how our heads were angled, she was biting her lip aggressively.

"I've felt this way about you for so long.." She lifted her head up, her eyes meeting mine.

"You have?" I giggled, shrugging.

"How long?" She pushed on. I walked away from her, into a stall. I locked the door, standing up on the toilet.

"Since ninth grade.." I wondered what she was thinking as her responce took atleast five minutes. "What are you doing?" She stepped back, seeing me. "There." I said, hopping down.

I opened the door, grabbing her arms and pulling them around my waist. "I want to be as close to you as possible." I whispered in her ear. By now, we had been the only ones in here, but when the door opened, I ran into the stall, waiting for the girl to leave.

I could see her out of breath through the stall, but I knew she loved the feeling. When the girl left, I ran out, grabbing onto Noel's hand. I made my way to the dance floor, putting our masks back on.

"Harry?" I met her eyes, she looked worried.

"How is this going to work? I can never see you and when I do, it's at work.." I shrugged, trailing a finger down her collarbone.

"I mean we could use Izabel, but I'm sure she'd be busy with Niall." She cringed at the thought I had stated. I laughed at her, gently placing her head against my chest. I was petting her short hair when the principle stepped on stage.

He spoke for fifteen minutes, announcing prom king and queen. Everyone applaud, going back to their conversations and dancing.

"Noel I have a bad feeling."

"About?" I sighed, watching her lift her head up from my chest. She had always liked to listen to my heart, but I had always wondered why. I didn't know how I was going to bring New York up, I didn't know if I wanted to, but it had to happen sooner or later.

"My sister found an email from NYCU." She smiled at first, then detected my expression. "Your going?" She asked, almost a whisper. I shrugged, walking over to a table.

"I would like to but if I can't see you, or hear your voice, I suddenly don't want to go.." I shrugged again, looking down at my shaking hands. She held them, making them instantly stop.

"If you want to go, go. Don't decline this amazing offer just because of me. I don't want to be the reason your holding back the rest of your life." I felt the water trickle at the tips of my eyelids. Why was I so emotional? Is it because I finally got what I wanted? Because we finally kissed?

"I just.. if I go, I won't see you like.. at all.." She didn't know what she was getting into. I wanted to move all the way across the world, just to go to college, and she would be here, living without me.

"Remember what my dad told you at the table?" I thought back to that night, remembering everything that he said, leading up to her college plans.

"Yeah, that you were thinking of NYCU as well?" She nodded, rubbing my knees.

"That's if, I get accepted." I smiled, tucking hair behind her ear. "I can't believe how crazy we are." She shrugged, kissing my cheek.

"Crazy in love that's what I think!" She realized what she had just said, walking to the dance floor. I laughed, going after her and pulling her into a long, tender kiss. The night surely had started.