Which Direction? {A Frat Boy Harry Fanfiction}

Chapter 26

"Pass your papers forward," Zayn's light accent boomed through the room, "I'll hopefully have read through them all, with grades by next class." 

I handed my essay to the person in front of me, taking a deep breath. I followed Niall outside when my phone buzzed from my back pocket.

"Crap," I cursed pulling it out. In big white letters it read: 

Harry

I had never bothered to put his last name.  

My breathing halted, my feet stood in place. My finger was quick to turn off the obnoxious ringing. 

"Hello?" I kept my tone stable. 

"Chelsea?" 

"Hey..." Niall gave me a weird look, asking who it was. 'Harry' I mouthed pulling the phone away from my mouth for a split second.

"So...um," he sounded really nervous, "I was wondering if you wanted to go to this um--bonfire--thing with me?" 

"Bonfire?" I repeated. 

"Yeah...I mean you don't have to. It's not really something you bring a date to but it seems like fun, and everyone's gonna be there, and it's supposedly like a big deal and it's supposed to be--" he was rambling. 

So I cut him off, "Yeah. I mean--um yes. I'll come." I sucked at trying to play it cool. "When is it?" 

"Oh um in an hour," his voice was hesitant.

"An hour?!" 

"Yeah...sorry for the late notice It's okay if you don't--"

"No it's fine. Just let me know when you're gonna come get me," I really needed to get a car of my own.

"Okay. Sounds good," he voice was much more confident now. No hesitation. 

"See you then," I mumbled.

"Yupp see you then Chelsea," he said his voice sounding pretty cheery before he clicked off. 

...

I wasn't sure what to wear so I just threw on a purple cami, my black leather jacket, and a pair of blue skinny jeans. Harry was waiting right outside, just as he said he would. 

"Hey," I said pulling myself into his high car. 

"Hey," he said turning to me, "I would've come out and opened the door for you..."

"It's fine," I mumbled under my breath. 

"I'm sorry this was so last minute," he cleared his throat, "I've never really been good at planning things...especially not dates."

"This is a date?" I asked suddenly. 

I mean half of me wished it was, but half of me was scared. I know I shouldn't get involved with someone like Harry, but honestly I really can't help it. 

"Oh I don't know, I mean I guess. Only if you want it to be," he spoke quick, his words molding together.

I shrugged. We both left it at that before he drove off. 

The car ride was short and uncomfortable. I didn't want to say anything wrong, but I didn't really know what to say that would be right either. 

We pulled into a grass lot, the sun was starting to go down, and the smell of burning wood already could waft through the doors of the car. There were at least 100 other cars parked in the small square of dying grass. 

"This place is packed," I whispered.

"Yeah," he said turning off the engine after finding a spot to park, "I had no idea it was this big." 

We got out of the car and made out way to the bonfire. I could already see 100s of people surrounding the big fire. Most were standing and talking, some already drunk and dancing. There were giant kegs set up around the area, people filling and refilling, filling and refilling. I closed my eyes, trying to block out the scent of stale alcohol. 

"You good?" Harry asked sensing my hesitation.

"Yeah," I said immediately. I felt his warm grasp brush against my right hand. His long fingers suddenly intertwined with my own forming a firm grasp. I looked up at him, but his gaze was on someone in the distance.

I couldn't help but feel weird holding Harry's hand in front of all these people. I saw the way every girl looked at us, like I was just another skank that got Harry for the night.

 "Harry!" My head turned to see that tall brunette I saw him in class with once. 

"Hey," Harry said, his grip tightened on my hand. I squeezed back, unsure what else to do. 

"How are you?" she asked in a cheery, obnoxious voice. 

"I'm good," he looked over at me hesitantly, "And you?" I could tell Harry was trying to be polite.

"I'm good," she replied sticking her busty chest out a little higher. I rolled my eyes. She was wearing a pink tube top, with white decaling around her boobs. Her white booty shorts were thrown on over a pair of black-net leggings. And not to mention her makeup. It was caked on her face like a barbie doll. Her pink eye shadow had pretty much invaded her whole face, and her lips were as fake as implants. 

I looked up at Harry, who gave me an apologetic glance. I scoffed, I just wanted to leave this girl in the dust. 

"Who is this?" the girl asked breaking the ice. I didn't know what to say. Her hand was on her hip, her eyes glaring into my. 

"Um--this is Chelsea," Harry muttered barely loud enough for her to hear. 

"Chelsea?" 

"Yeah," I said letting go of Harry's hand. She wanted trouble. She nodded her head awkwardly like she was trying to figure out why Harry was here with me.

"Are you two like--," her voice was sassier by the second, "--together?" 

"No!" I said shaking my head, my voice taking control of the conversation. 

The smile on her face assured me that was the answer she wanted. 

"Oh okay," she walked away before turning her head back around to us, "I'll see you guys around." 

"Who was that?" I nearly spat as soon as she disapperaed through the crowd. 

"She's just a friend," Harry mumbled. I noticed a few other girls looking our way. Surely they were looking at Harry, of course they were. Pretty much everyone was looking at Harry. 

"I'm sure you have a lot of those..." 

"What is that supposed to mean?" he asked offended.

"Nothing," I stood up straighter, "It's just everyone here seems to know, or have had something with you." 

"Had something with me?" 

"I didn't mean it like that. I mean like look around..." I lowered my voice to a whisper, "...all the girls are staring at you..." 

Harry grabbed my wrist suddenly, pulling me away from the main crowd. A drunk boy almost spilled his stomach all over me, but I dodged it pushing him away. This place disgusted me. 

Harry's face had changed, and he was dragging me at full speed to the side of the bonfire. There was a brown wire gate that stretched for what seemed like a mile. He took a hold of my other wrist and pushed me lightly but firmly against the fence. 

"Harry--" I didn't have time to speak before his lips were laid onto mine. It was a forced action, yet a wanted one. I'm glad he hadn't gotten a hold of the alcohol before he kissed me. There were people whizzing by us, but none of them seemed to notice us. 

I felt the presense of his warm body push up against mine. He softly moaned against my lips, causing me to shutter. He pulled away, my hands bracing myself against the fence behind me. 

"Chelsea you need to stop worrying about other girls," his tone was harsh.

"Why?" but it didn't scare me. He would never scare me. 

"Because I came to this bonfire with you," he whispered into my ear. His soft curls were brushing against my forehead. 

"And I intend to stay with you."