Prove It (H.S)

Chapter Fifty

Harry's POV~

"Oh my god," I whisper to myself as I stare at my reflection. "It sure is different...," Louis says and I turn around rapidly. "Why the hell would you let me do this?" I turn to face the mirror again. "It was your birthday, and you were drunk, and I was drunk, I don't know, mate!" A smirk is hiding under his lips and we both start laughing.

"It's kinda sharp," he says, looking at my head. "It's gone, like seriously gone," I say, running my fingers over my new short head of hair. "Maybe it was time for a change," Louis says, walking over to stand beside me in front of the mirror. I sigh and say,"Yeah, maybe you're right." I walk over to my bed.

Louis stuffs his hands into the pockets of his jeans. "Did you have a good birthday?" He sits on his bed. "Yeah, I did. It was a good night. Thanks for planning it, but honestly, I don't remember that much of it." Louis and I chuckle. "I remember you going into the bathroom with that hot blonde at the bar," he says with a smirk but I look down at my feet and he immediately shuts up. "I-I'm sorry, Harry." I shake my head. "It's alright, mate."

Louis grabs his Adidas backpack and swings it over his shoulder as he says,"Well, I have class, I'll see you later." I nod at him and he walks out the door. My phone vibrates suddenly, and I take it out of my pocket. Claire's name stretches across the screen. I quickly slide my thumb across the surface and put the phone to my ear. "Hey!" My voice comes out way more excited than intended. "Harry! How was your birthday?" I smile to myself at the sound of her voice.

"It was fun. The boys and I went out and had a great time. I'm happy to hear from you. You seemed busy yesterday." I run my fingers through my hair again, it already apparent that I will be doing that a lot. "Yeah, I'm sorry about that. Things are pretty crazy down here. I'm glad that you had a good night, though." "Thanks," I say. There's an awkward silence across the line for a moment, just long enough for me to realize that this feels weird. Conversations with Claire aren't the same anymore. It's not easy or light anymore. Instead, it feels awkward and heavy.

She breaks the silence and says,"Well, I have some studying to do, so I'll talk to you later." Trying not to sound disappointed, I say,"Yeah, me too. Bye, Claire." She hurriedly says a cheerful goodbye and hangs up. I throw my phone on my pillow and lay back, running my hands over my face. My mind flashes back to last night, with that girl in the bar, and how good it felt to be loose and forget about my pathetic existence that consists of waiting around, loving a girl who doesn't want me.

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Claire's POV~

I take a fist full of grass, ripping it out of the ground, reading out of my textbook at the same time. The person who understands how the soul is part of the system of nature also understands, at the same time, how the soul is part of god. "What's that?" I snap my head up. "Huh?" Andres smiles at me. "What you just said," he chuckles. I feel my face turn hot. "I read that out loud?" He nods. "I didn't even notice," I say, embarrassed. "I found it charming," he says, his brown eyes sparkling under the sun. I feel myself getting lost in his handsome gaze and quickly look back down at my textbook. "I'm reading an excerpt of 'Human Beings are Determined' by Baruch Spinoza for philosophy." "Interesting," Andres says, scooting closer to me on the grass. "Read me more."

I look at him and smile, hardly noticing when his face moves closer to mine. His lips are centimeters from my lips, his eyelashes fluttering against mine when a wave of uncertainty crashes through my chest and I jerk my head back. Andres freezes and looks at me, confused. "Is something wrong?" He asks. I lick my lips and look down. Take a deep breath, Claire. I shake my head a little and smile. "No, everything's good." A smile reclaims Andres' face and he leans in again, our lips touching this time. The bundle of grass slips out from my fist.

Andres brings his hand to my cheek and I feel that rush in my chest again, but it's not uncertainty or panic this time, it's bliss.

His lips peel off of mine all too soon and his brown eyes immediately find mine. I smile at him and he does the same, his white teeth glowing. "So, are you gonna read to me or not?" He asks, his accent wrapping around every word. "Sure," I giggle and look at my book. And for a moment, just a split second, his brown eyes looked green, a familiar green. A green that makes me feel uncertain again, the memory of their emerald glow making me feel stuck. He's stuck on me, no matter how hard I try to deny it. I push my insecure thoughts to the back of my mind and clear my throat, continuing to read out loud.

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Andres and I walk along the gravel campus paths, our arms brushing against one another. His tall shadow towers over mine, and his feet kick up a cloud of dust as he walks. We approach my dorm and Andres shoves his hands into the pockets of his khaki shorts. He stands across from me in front of the door, a sweet half smile on his face. I've been here before, I think to myself.

I step closer to him and he looks down at me, bringing his tan arm to my cheek. "I'm going to miss you when you leave," he says. I put my hand on top of his and say,"Well, I'm not leaving yet, am I?" His grin widens and he leans in to kiss me again. His lips are soft and I'm becoming more familiar with how they move. I grab the door knob to the dormitory and pull away, biting my lip. "Coffee tomorrow?" I ask, walking past the threshold. He nods and walks away.

I walk down the short hallway and open the door to my room, finding Jasmine inside with her hair sitting atop her head in a big bun and books spread out on her bed. A pen is between her teeth and she looks up at me with a smirk. "It's that Spanish guy again, isn't it?" I drop my books down onto my desk. "How'd you know?"

She takes the pen out of her mouth and sits criss-cross-applesauce, looking dead at me. "Oh honey, it's written all over your face. You're falling in love." I almost choke on my breath when she says that. "Love? Oh goodness, no." Jasmine cackles. "That's such a scary idea?" I shake my head in disbelief and sit on my bed. "I know basically nothing about him, we're just starting to hang out!" Jasmine rests her head on her hands, waiting for me to continue. I sigh. "I just feel like I said 'I love you' way too soon in my last relationship, only for it to explode. I'm not falling in love this time, or this soon anyway."

"Ouch, you really didn't have a clean break up, did you?" Jasmine asks. I throw my hair into a ponytail and kick off my shoes. "Clean? No. Devastating? Yes." She raises her eyebrows and says,"Well, if there's on thing I know for sure, it's that the people who leave you in devastation are the people who hold the most power in your heart."

And there it is again, the uncertainty.

AUTHOR'S NOTE:
HELLO BEAUTIFUL READERS! This is an official record for how long can Lila go without updating but here it is! I love you all so much for sticking by and continuing to read even with my absence, which I'm so sorry for. I hope to update more regularly! Thanks!
~Lila