Pressure [hs au]

14 - Undo

Word Count - 5227

Today was the day. It was the final day of break, also known as the  first day of the showcase. I thought it was odd to have this big of a showcase on a Monday, but the collegiate boards decide the dates, not me.

Ever since Harry and I had sort of, somewhat made up he's been a saint. It's amazing how hard he is trying to gain my trust and just my normal self back. I was being a full on bitch to him, but he was always so sweet in return. 

He would bring me breakfast every morning and just like that disappear. I could hear faint music playing across the hall, so he was obviously in there, but he just stopped by every few hours it seemed like. 

But I wasn't trying to trust him as much as he was trying to gain mine. If that even makes sense.

I always appreciated the tea he would drop off, and in those short exchanges it felt almost like he was studying me. I tried to ignore it, which led to me being awkward and retreating back to the person I was when I first moved to the city. 

It was half past five, and I had to be at the museum at six to finish with some last minute things for the showcase. 

I was nervous to say the least, but pushed the feelings away and focused on getting ready. 

This being my first official showcase, I hadn't had a clue what to wear. So of course, I asked one of my female professors. She just said something nice like a classy dress would do.

Then, I had smiled and thanked for for the help, but now as I struggle to find something fitting at the last minute, I cursed her name. She couldn't have been more vague. 

I settle on a simple halter dress Mom had gotten me for my highschool graduation. 

Granted, I never wore it, but it would have to do.

I had no clue how nice to dress, or what was even considered classy to a point for this occasion. It was simple, but hugged my figure nicely and showed a little, but not too much skin. I pair it with a tiny silver necklace and dark red heels for a pop of color. 

Surely, this had to be classy enough, I was just meeting with buyers and the school board and other students, not going to a wedding or to meet a queen. 

I rush down the stairs, with just my phone in hand. I had just over 15 minutes before I had to leave. I was doing nothing all day, and somehow still am running late.  

I luckily had thought to shower earlier, and ran a waver through the messy locks, hoping to achieve something decent. 

Luck seemed to have been on my side, because my hair turned out better than I could have imagined. I touched up my makeup quickly, and ran back up to my room. I had just under five minutes to leave if I wanted to show up on time. 

Do I need to bring anything? I hadn't made any buisness cards like they suggested, I just had my name, email, and phone number on a sheet a paper on the tri-fold somewhere. I grabbed some money from my bag, shoving the cash down the front of my dress. I wasn't bringing a purse and this dress sadly did not posses any pockets. I check my phone quickly, rushing back down the stairs. I had to leave now.