- Lesbehonest. h.e.s -

-8. Herberta-

"You can do this" I said, staring at myself, in my full body mirror, flattening my rather tight pencil skirt, as I give myself a look of determination.

"I can't do this. I can't do this." I whine as I think of every and anything that can go wrong and my anxiety takes over.

A few months ago, I decided to go back to school next school year and applied to UCLA. Yes. USCA. The USLA. I know, I know, I have a 1 out of 747383929449922 chance of getting in, but I had to apply somewhere. I have to get my life together...well actually get a life first. I applied to a few other universities, ya know for back up, and I swear if I don't get into any of them I'm gonna jump off a fucking cliff.

I mean, my grades were great throughout my youngin' years, and I was always active in extracurricular activities. I did things like dance company and chorus, that's why I want to choice music for a major. I also won a few community and state music competitions and once made nations. Damn, little me would be so disappointed about what I'm doing now. I just be chillin' like a villian.

So now I'm waiting for a college scout from UCLA to come to my flat for a mini type interview thingy. I'm just praying I don't make myself look stupid.

A knock at the door snaps me out of my thoughts as I begin to panic and pace the room, trying to decide whether to face the scout or just take a nap.

I hesitantly turn the handle and open it to Harry balancing three large boxes of pizza and a couple monster energy drinks. He quickly rushes in mumbling, "move, move, its hot, its hot" and setting it all on the kitchen counter.

"Harry, what are you doing at my crib?" was the first thing that left my mouth when he walked in as he turned around with open arms and a tilted head, with a offended look on his face.

"Really? That's all I get when I walk in here? Not even a hi? A wassup? Maybe a thanks for food?" He exaggerates as he shakes his head in disappointment, making me laugh at how extra he was as I walk up to him giving him a hug and mumbling a quick "thanks punk" to him.

"Sorry, it's just I'm kinda nervous right now. A college scout is coming over for an interview and I know I'm gonna do something stupid. I just know I'm gonna fuck up. I always do" I sigh, opening the pizza box on top, to find a supreme pizza with a variety of vegetables making me gag a little, placing it aside and turning to Harry saying, "Supreme pizza. Really.",with a deadpanned face.

"Yeah! And I even asked for extra kale, see?" He says enthusiastically, opening the box, pointing at the the veggies and looking back up at me with an open mouthed smile. He then picks out a diced piece of kale, plopping it into his mouth, with a childish grin on his face.

"And don't think like that, love. You're so smart and you'll nail this interview. Just be you. Mkay?" He says, his voice barely above a whisper as his arms find their way around my waist making my body stiffen a bit. I continue to take a piece of pizza, ignoring him and his affectionate action, making him turn me around in one swift movement, so we were face to face.

"Mkay?" He repeats as his gaze scans my entire face. I nod replying with a small "mkay" as he just watches me. His hand slowly makes its way up to my face, making me retract before he could make contact.

"Woah. Woah. Woah. Don't get your panties in a twist, sweetheart. There's lint on your face." He says, shaking his head, and rolling his eyes dramatically. He picks at my eyebrows, making me smack his hand repeatedly.