Pressure [hs au]

22 - Perfunctory

Word Count: 3658

Waking up today was easy. 

It was falling asleep the night before that had been a near impossible act. 

Harry and I had kissed again, and I mean really, really kissed. 

After we said goodnight and he left, I was feeling more confused than ever, but I had a small buzz in the back of my mind, keeping me awake. 

He left kind of late, and I stayed awake even later, just staring up at the ceiling.

What did that kiss really mean though?

Even as I laid here, barely 4 hours later, I still didn't know. I only had about 30 minutes before we were suppose to be in the cab he called ahead of time, on our way to the airport. 

I was just planning on wearing the same joggers and sweat shirt as yesterday, so I didn't have a whole lot to do in order to get ready. I lazily stroll down the stairs, wincing slightly as I turned the bright lights on in the bathroom.

I have to stare at the counter for a moment, subconsciously remembering every detail of what happened there last night. My fingers trace over the edges of the cool counter top--I was sitting right here, and he was standing--

I have to shake my head to clear my thoughts, and focused on getting ready. 

I didn't have time to shower last night, or really it just slipped my mind, but I didn't have time to now either. 

I guess desperate times called for desperate measures. I sighed loudly, grabbing my shampoo and conditioner from my shower and put them on the counter. I'd have to quickly wash my hair in the sink.

I internally cringe, thanking God I cleaned my sink recently, and stuck my head under the faucet. My neck was bent at an uncomfortable angle, but soon enough I had washed the last of the product out of my hair, and I carefully wrapped it up in a towel. 

I kept my makeup light and simple, but cute, planning to wear glasses again. I packed all my contact solution etc, but right now I didn't have the energy to put them in. 

Soon enough the only thing I had left to do was dry my hair, and I did that quickly, mentally noting that I'd like a haircut as soon as possible. I thought long hair was beautiful, but it was also a lot of work. 

I leave my hair down, spraying the smallest amount of hairspray in it, so it stayed somewhat tamed at least. I grab my purse, and drag my two suitcases into the hallway, leaving my door open. I still had a few minutes until Harry and I had agreed to meet, so I walked over to my kitchen, making a to go cup with some iced tea in it. 

Thank God tea has caffeine in it, or I'd be a walking zombie right now. 

I will never drink coffee.

As soon as I pop the lid on over my cup, I hear Harry's door open across the hall and see him step out, wearing an outfit far too similar to mine, except with an Adidas logo instead of Nike.

I pretend I hadn't seen him yet, looking down at my phone to hide my stupid smile from him. We were matching.

"Morning." I look up from the small screen, seeing Harry leaning against my doorframe, arms crossed over his chest. 

How the hell was I supposed to greet him today? I wasn't pendant on labeling a relationship, but some clarification would be helpful. I had no clue what I was doing here, what did he even think of all of this between us?

"Morning." I smile, checking over my apartment one last time to see if I had left anything behind. I grab my keys, nervously walking over to Harry. Are we lowkey a couple now? Do I like, I don't even know, what do couples do when they greet each other?!