Which Direction? {A Frat Boy Harry Fanfiction}

Chapter 20

"¿Dónde está mi camisa?" I ran frantically around my room looking for my floral tank top. I swear to god I just saw it yesterday.

“What are you looking for?!” Riley said looking up from her Teen Vogue magazine. She was obsessed with those dumb tabloid talkers.

“My floral shirt. The one with the ruffles.” 

“You? Wearing a floral shirt? With ruffles?” she looked more than surprised, “You really wanna impress him tonight don’t you?” She shot a sly smile my way along with a playful wink. 

“I don’t think impress is the word. I just don’t want him to think I’m not interested. I mean—not that I’m interested. I just I don’t know what I want him to think,” I sighed, the words were cannon balling from my mouth untouched. I was confused. I had said yes to him when he asked me on a date. Normally, the real Chelsea would have stood her ground and said no. I know that Harry and I have no future, and I just have to face that. It’s just never going to work out. Even if, in some parallel universe, he had feelings for me, it would still never happen. 

“When is he coming again?” I grabbed my phone from the bed, reopening the text he sent me not too long ago. 

Be ready at 5:30. Wear something nice xx 

“5:30,” I mumbled. 

“Ah you better hurry!” I followed her eyes to the clock. It was 5:18. 

“Shit,” I stuttered turning over my bed sheets to find my floral shirt lying there alone and crinkled. I groaned flattening it out with my hands as best I could. I slid the tank top on looking down at my white jeans. It’ll have to do. 

It wasn’t too fancy, but neither was I. If he was expecting me to wear a dress, then he’s in trouble. I hate the feeling of dresses. They’re too…open and revealing. And way too girly. This was pretty much the girliest I was gonna get. 

I looked at myself in the mirror. I never really applied makeup before, but I added a dab of lip gloss and mascara. I didn’t want to look too casual, but I did want to look somewhat attractive. By the time I fluffed up the last wave of my thick hair, I heard a knock on the door. 

I grabbed my black leather jacket from the floor along with my over the shoulder strap bag. It was a small, brown leather bag with small embellishing on it. I quickly jammed some money, a tampon, and my cell phone into it. 

“See you later Riley,” I smiled at her before answering the door.

“Have fun you two—“ my head blocked out the sound of her voice as soon as I saw Harry. He looked, to sum it up in one word…amazing. He was wearing a pair of tight black jeans, that stuck to his legs. A thin white tank top was covered up by a navy blue blazer. His hair was pushed perfectly to his right side. His dimpled smile gleamed at me, looking me up and down. I swallowed nervously. 

You’re not nervous Chelsea, you can do this. You’re not gonna let one silly boy make you turn into mush. You’re better than that. 

“Ready?” I asked raising my eyebrows. He stepped to the side motioning out his arm for me to take the lead. 

“After you,” his voice rung in my ears as I walked down the hall with him trailing dangerously close. I could almost feel his anxious breath dancing along the nape of my neck. His footsteps were slowly falling into sync with mine. 

We walked out to the loading area in front of my dorm, his black Corvette parked in the front. He silently opened the car door for me. I thanked him with a small, awkward smile. He jogged around the front of the car before getting in.