The Theater Room

Chapter 19

Erin's POV:
(a few days later)

"So yeah that's what happened." I say as I finish telling Emma for like the fifth time what happened between Harry and I a few nights ago. "I just don't understand why he flipped out so badly." Emma sighs and leans back in my desk chair, "Yeah me either.." I reply and glance over to the clock that's on my desk, "Crap I gotta get going." I huff and pick up my purse and my room key. "What is it that Canton wants y'all to do?" "She wants us to help with set production." "Isn't there people for that?" "Actually yes, but Canton told them not to come in today after rehearsal was done because she had some students coming in.. Aka me, Harry, and few others." I sigh and open the door, "So you don't think it's mean of me to kinda distance myself from Harry for just a little bit do you?" "No I don't think that makes you mean. It means that you just need a little time to regroup yourself a little because you did just spill your feelings to the guy." Emma replies and it makes me feel a little better, "Thanks Em." I smile and she sends me a toothy grin in return, "No prob babe."

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Of all the things I thought I might be doing today after I was done with classes and rehearsal this was not it. Who would want to come back and do this? Not me that's for sure. I push through the doors leading into the auditorium and see set objects scattered across the stage. I walk toward the stage and drop my bag by the steps then go to join the other people that were gathered on the stage. "Hey guys." I say as I walk over and I get smiles, waves, and a few 'heys' in return. (Harry's not here yet. I wonder where he is.. No. Stop brain. Don't think about Harry.) I scold myself and turn to look out toward the empty seats of the auditorium and I see Harry come through the entrance door to the left. (Found him.)

"Hey everybody." he grins and sets his soccer bag down next to mine then comes up onto the stage and joins the rest of us. "Geez Harry you couldn't have changed?" I ask and cover my nose. Harry is standing here in his dirty clothes from soccer, and he smells of sweat and dirt. (Gosh he looks good like this.) I think to myself then I feel my cheeks grow hot and I look down. "Do I stink that bad?" Harry asks and lifts up his shirt and sniffs it, and what do I do? I look up at the moment he does this and I can see his tattooed hips and a little bit of his toned stomach. "Oh for fu.cks sake.." "What?" Harry then questions and it throws me off guard. (Dammit I said that out loud.)

"I didn't say anything." I defend and he tilts his head slightly to the side then shrugs, "Oh well never mind." he chuckles and I count my blessings. About that time Canton walks in, "Hey everybody, thanks for coming!" she chippers and we all greet her in reply. "So there is six of you, group up in three sets of two and get to work. Instructions for what you need to do is at the items." Canton grins then goes over to one of the prop tables. I happen to be in panic mode and quickly look around for a partner but the other four people in the room have already grouped up and walked off.. So that means-

"Hey partner." Harry smirks and slings an arm over my shoulder. (Oh shit.) "Get off of me you stink." I reply and push him off of me and I lightly chuckle. "Come on Styles." I add and walk over to one of the set walls that needs to be painted. "Aye sir!" Harry replies and follows me, "Don't call me sir Harry." I reply through a chuckle, "Sorry. Aye Rin!" he smiles and I wanna slap that damn smile off his face because he's too damn cute, and this is gonna cause a problem.

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Harry and I had been working for about twenty minutes and i'd managed to keep conversation at a lull. I'm trying to distract myself with work, and it seems to be working. Well that's until Harry stumbles and falls backward into our paint tray.

"Shit! These were my best practice shorts!" Harry huffs and tries to push himself up. I on the other hand am laughing rather hard. It's when I snort from laughing so hard that Harry looks from what he's doing to me and one of his hands goes in some of the paint that splashed out of the tray and his hand goes out from under him.