Wonderwall

Chapter 20

After school I head straight to the parking lot and into the car where I drive home.

Once I'm home I head upstairs and change into some grey cotton Nike short shorts and a white t shirt before heading back downstairs to have a snack. I get the peanut butter out and the soft totillas. I scoop some peanut butter on a knife then spread it evenly on the surface of the tortilla, then I roll it up so its wrap shaped.

It's called a peanut butter stick. my mom used to make them for me when I was little.

I hop on the couch and turn the tv on. My Big Fat Gypsy Wedding comes on and I laugh as I munch on my snack.

The bride picks a hot pink wedding dress and zebra pink heels, I cringe.

Just as the couple is saying their vows there is a knock at the door. I sigh and get up, walking into the foyer.

I pull the door open and resist the urge to slam it closed again when I see Harry. "Don't slam it." He narrows his eyes at me. "I have to talk to you-" I go to slam the door shut but before I can he slaps his hand on it. He's much stronger than I am so I give up right there.

"Really?" He huffs. "I just said don't do that." He shakes his head at me.

"Don't tell me what to do." I spit.

He cracks a smile.

"What do you want Harry." I huff.

"Are you back with Jackson?" He meets eyes with me, and I can tell he's scared for the answer.

"No." The answer slips out before I can stop it.

Why would I say that? Don't I want to see him sad? Don't I want him to be pissed and jealous? I should be twisted the knife but instead I'm taking it out?

"Then why-"

"Why do you think." I snap. He shuts his mouth and inhales deeply, exhaling through his mouth. His shoulders move with his breathing.

I haven't noticed how hot it is out, until now when I'm resisting the urge to wipe my forehead. Maybe he's just making me nervous, maybe it isn't the heat.

Harry is wearing his usual black jeans, but these ones have rips in the knees. His shirt is sleeveless and it compliments his toned arms and tattoos. He catches me staring and shift uncomfortably.

"You were trying to make me jealous?" He furrows his brow. I wait for him to make a crack about how it didn't work or how I'm pathetic and childish for doing so, but it doesn't come. "Well it worked." His voice is low and it sounds like its on the verge of anger. then again that's what it usually sounds like.

"Is that all?" My grip on the door tightens and his eyes dart to my hand.

"No!" He shouts, I flinch. "Sorry." He mutters.

"Will you go to Prom with me?" My mouth drops open at his words, and his hands shake at his sides.

My body reacts first and before he can stop me, I slam the door, catching a glimpse of the horror displayed on his face before it closes.

Once it's closed I freeze in my spot. "What the hell." I whisper. Why would he do that?

There's a knock at the door. "Audrey!" I need answers, so I swing the door open.

"What the hell!" I exclaim.

"I could say the same thing." He scoffs. "Why would you slam the door on me?"

"First of all, what kind of Promposal was that? Promposals are supposed to be special and heartwarming and well thought out and that was awful." I cross my arms. "Second of all, we," I say motioning between us, "are not on talking terms. I don't know if you remember but you kind of treated me like shit, and I ended things with you."