Pressure [hs au]

6 - Plain

Word count: 3323

It takes another 10 ish minutes, but Harry and I successfully moved the first table against the wall. 

"Is this where you wanted it?" He asks, masking any exhaustion he felt, if any. 

"I don't know?" I say, scratching my head thoughtfully. "I just wanted it out of the way so that they movers could have some room." I continue,  sitting on the floor against the table. 

He nods before taking a seat next to me. We sit quietly for a moment, watching the mover guys come in and drop some stuff off before leaving again. This quiet wasn't awkward like it was with Jason earlier. Something about Harry was just, different. 

"Have you thought any more about how you're going to break up with your boyfriend-what's his name again?" Harry asks, stretching his legs out straight.

"Jason. And not really no." I sigh, leaning my head back. If I ever sat like this at home, with my neck so exposed, my dog Penny would always come lick it. Why did I just think of that, now I miss my dog dammit. 

"Just be honest about how you feel." 

"I thought you said you were going to help me." I whine, tilting my head towards him. He smirks at me, shrugging.

"There's only so much I can do." I like his smile. I sigh, staring back up at the ceiling. 

"I'm not just breaking up with him though." I close my eyes, exhausted both physically and mentally. Hmm, what else is knew? 

"I'm breaking up with his whole family whom I've know practically my whole life, and I might loose my best friend as well. I know my sisters will be pissed and my older brother was always good friends with Jason so he would probably be mad. And then there's my parents. And his. They're all expecting us to get married once we graduate." Everyone has huge expectations for us. 

In fact, I'm pretty sure Jason and I's mothers planned out our wedding day already.  They probably already have a reception room reserved. 

"But you're not happy."

I don't answer him. I squeeze my eyes shut tighter before opening them, watching as the movers come in and then leave again. 

"I should-uh probably start unpacking all this." I sigh before standing up, brushing some nonexistent dust off the leggings I was wearing. 

I swear, black leggings were dust magnets. I don't look back at Harry as I start opening some boxes. 

The first one I open has some of my books in it, but it doesn't look like they brought my book case in yet. Shame. I carefully carry the heavy box over to the island in the kitchenette, setting it on the counter. 

When I walk back to check the other boxes, I see out of the corner of my eye, that Harry was watching me as he leaned against the table. It wasn't so much in a creepy way as it was just curious. The next box had a lot of my drawing pencils and tools, so I put that one on the island as well. By the time I went back to check the third box, Harry had stood up and was opening some boxes with me.

"Books?" He asked, picking up the box. 

"Island." I mutter, pointing behind me. He nods before walking over there. I use the box cutter on this next box. All the labels were horridly smudged, I just hope nothing got ruined. I open the box, finding some clothes. 

"I'm taking this one up." I say, handing him the box cutter before walking up the short flight of stairs. I don't think I will admit it to Harry, but he is making me think too much about Jason.