Rumors [H.S. FANFICTION]

Chapter 3- Pre Bonfire

My first day of classes were a success considering the fact that I made it through them without panicking. I met Harry in my anatomy and physiology class, and Janette in my calculus class. Janette is very friendly, and reserved. We talked a lot about high school and how culture affects teen life in different countries. Janette is a foreign exchange student from France, but she speaks fluent English. She told me that high school students in France have two hour lunch breaks, and school on Saturdays. That's nuts.

As soon as I got home from my classes, I started to stress about the Bonfire Harry invited me to. What am I going to wear? What is everybody going to think of me?

All stress aside, I'm excited. This is going to be a big step in my social recovery, and I think that once I get the taste of having a group of friends back, I won't be as nervous as I normally am.

My theory is that I just need a better support system, and that having a steady support system will somehow cure my social anxiety. But you never really know. Anxiety is like the pesky little sister that just won't leave you alone. Constantly hanging on your legs, and trying to get you to play their ridiculous little games.

Tonight will be good for you, don't worry.
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HARRY'S P.O.V.

Connie has this beautiful kind of innocence that just attracts you to her. Am I crazy, or does it seem meant to be that we coincidentally have a class together after I made a move and bought her dinner?

"Harry, I have all the booze and hamburgers for tonight. Have you texted your lady to get her address?" Niall asked.

"No, I should do that now," I say as I feel my cheeks turn red.

Niall has been my pal since I moved to the U.S. in 2001. I was only three years old when my foster parents set us up to have a play date and I guess we really kicked it off. He's adopted as well but he didn't come from Britain like I did. He's an Irish guy. I suppose he was the lucky one I chose to share my Honey Nut Cheerios with!

He's a bit small for being twenty-one, but his huge sense of humor makes up for it. His blonde hair and lady snatching smile really does him justice here at University of Michigan.

I grab my phone out of my denim jean pocket and begin to type in Connie's number as I read it from a small piece of paper she gave me.

Me: "Hey Connie! It's Harry.. ya know.. the one who bought you curry chicken? Well I was just wondering if 8 was an okay time to pick you up?

I frantically stare at my screen until I see her responding.

Connie: Sounds good to me. :) My address is 6487 W. McKinley Lane and the gate code is 7765. I live in apartment 4b. :)

That sounds complicated...

Harry: Fantastic, see you then beautiful!

Shit Harold, was that too much?
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It's time to pick Connie up and I'm so excited to learn more about her tonight. She's such a mystery, and I just can't seem to figure her out.

I pull out of the driveway of my four bedroom house that I share with three other guys, and begin to navigate my way to Connie's apartment.

On the way there, I tidied up my car and made sure everything looked nice and neat. I don't want a girl as gorgeous as her to get into an unpleasant car.

I arrive at an apartment complex called Riverside Apartments and pull up to the gate to enter the code. "7765," I say as I punch in the numbers. I hear a British woman's voice say "access granted" as the gate rolls open.

"Apartment 4b, where are you?" I whisper as I drive in circles around the complex. It look me nearly five minutes to find it, but when I did, my heart began to beat faster.

I find a parking space and look one last time to make sure everything is tidy.

Its showtime.

I stand at Connie's door preparing myself for what seemed like forever. I finally had the courage to knock.
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CONNIE'S P.O.V:

Holy crap Harry's here... I tell myself as my stomach drops to the floor.

I look in the mirror one last time at my summer dress and leather jacket, with black high tops and give myself a thumbs up. You can do this...

I open the door and the scent of cologne and mint hit my nose. He smells fantastic.

His forest green eyes and crooked smile send a swarm of butterflies through my stomach and my breath hitches. His curly, long hair falls just above his shoulders and I can't help but to smile.

Relax.

"Wow Connie.. you l-look a-a-amazing," Harry stutters as he looks me up and down. It's such a great feeling when you can feel others admire you. He's already making me feel grand.

Well don't just stand there Constance!!

"Y-you look h-hot.." I say and then realize how childish it sounded afterward.

Why did I just say hot? Why couldn't you go with handsome? Or something along the lines of "amazing as well"? You blew it!

Harry can tell that I am embarrassed by my word choice but takes it as a meaningful compliment and gives me a very cheerful, "thank you."

"We'd better get going, love. Don't want to keep to other lads waiting!" He chuckles and takes my hand to lead me to his car.

Harry leads me to a very nice, but ancient mustang. "It's a 74', he says as he opens the passenger door for me.

"I like it. My dad had a mustang when I was growing up, but not the kind you're thinking of," I say trying to make him laugh.

He looked confused.

"My dad had mustang horses," I giggle.

What a cute boy he is.

He begins to laugh and walks to the drivers side and gets in.

We pull out of the parking lot and begin our long 10 minute journey to Harry's house.
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