Constant // Harry Styles

Chapter Nine: "I'm in Heaven."

"It was awkward."

"Sounds like the only reason it was awkward was because you made it awkward."

"Well we made out until his mom and Cameron woke up and started walking around... Then we just... stopped..."

"Did Cameron and Harry's mom know y'all were making out all morning?"

"No, Eliza. When they woke up, we all got dressed in normal clothes and started shoveling snow. After that, I went home."

"You got dressed in more of Harry's clothes?" My roommate asked.

"No. My clothes from the day before."

"That's a shame," Eliza muttered.  I had to agree with her.  I thought about being in his warm pajamas and mentally sighed with contentment.  Being in more of Harry's clothes would have been nice, especially since mine smelled bad from being caught in the storm the day before we got snowed in to Harry's house. On top of that, I thought I was going to freeze on my hike back home on that morning. Eliza sighed. "So you stopped your 'amazing' make-out session to shovel snow... and you haven't talked to Harry since."

I glanced around at the tables around us in the student union. Eliza was speaking loudly and I didn't want anyone listening in on our conversation. I didn't even know why I was telling her all of this. I just had to tell someone.

"Yes," I confirmed softly. "To be fair, he hasn't called or texted me either.  I didn't get so much as a 'Merry Christmas' or a 'Happy New Year' from him," I sighed.  "It's been over a month." 

"Maybe you just sucked at making out or something," Eliza told me, leaning back against the seat and shifting her massive bun of red hair on the top of her head.

I rolled my eyes. "Why would he have continued making out with me if I sucked at it? I could tell he enjoyed it."

"You could tell?"

"I could... feel it."

"Like, emotionally?" Eliza asked. "Or you could feel his penis getting hard?"

"Eliza...." I grumbled, dipping my head as my face turned red. "Don't say that word."

"Penis," she repeated, crossing her arms across her chest and looking at me like I was a pathetic animal. "It's human anatomy, you child."

"It's a weird word," I said softly.

"Would you rather me say dick? Johnson? Willy? Wang? Dangling-" I threw a piece of lettuce from my plate at her to shut her up. She glared at me and flicked the lettuce off of her grey shirt, a tiny stain remaining where a spot of dressing seeped into the fabric of the clothing. "I don't know what to tell you, Rory. Maybe he was just in a dry spell and needed to kiss someone. When was the last time he slept with someone?"

I gawked at her and shrugged my shoulders in annoyance. "Let me just think back to when he told me who the last person he slept with was. Oh yeah, his teddy bear! It was last night," I said tapping my chin and raising my eyebrows as if I had to search my memory for that answer.

"Don't be such a sarcastic bitch," Eliza said. "You could have just said you didn't know."

I used my fork to roll a piece of broccoli across my plate.  Eliza watched me for a moment before saying, "You do know that you could have texted or called him, right?" 

I rolled my eyes.  "Yes." 

"Well why didn't you do that instead of waiting on him to text you first?" 

"I don't know," I said quietly, tugging the sleeves of my own grey shirt up to my elbows.

"Welcome to the twenty-first century, Ror.  Guys don't have to do everything first," she said.  "Jump on this bandwagon full of powerful women.  Go after what you want and take it."