Change (punk h.s.)

Chapter 12

It's Saturday which means I have to get ready for Kenneth's party. Why did I accept the invite anyway? I am not a girl who goes to parties! I said so myself.

"Well I'm not a party kind of girl but yeah I guess I could stop by", I said. Why would I say that? I don't want to go to the party but I am too kind to call and say I'm not coming. I said I could stop by, and I am going to... stop by.

It's four hours untill the party starts so I should probably start getting ready. 

"What should I wear?", I whisper to myself as I look through my clothes. I don't know what to wear for a party because I've never attended one. Should I wear a dress or something more casual? Well there's one person I could ask for help...

"Harry!", I call out for him but get no answer. I walk out of the room and call for him again but I get no answer. I walk up to his room but stop before turning the knob.

"Harry? Is everything alright?", I ask as I turn the knob of his bedroom door but get interrupted by the door opening with angry looking Harry standing in the doorway.

"Nobody is allowed in my room", he says through gritted teeth "I've already told you that once before, love. I'd hate to remind you for the third time"

"I-I was just checking if something w-was wrong-", I start but he pushes me backwards so my back is against the wall.

"I told you, no-one is allowed in my room", he says with a deep, slow voice and he's eyes are full of fury. I want to look away, but I can't.

He was terrifying to be honest. Why is nobody allowed in his room? What could he possibly be hiding?

Well I am pretty sure it's about those sacr-

No! Not the sacrifise jokes again. Those were not funny.

I know... They were hilarious.

I knock on the door and call out for him again and soon he opens the door and quickly steps out, closing the door behind him.

"Stop being so loud! My head fucking hurts", he groans and leans back on the door and closes his eyes "What do you want?", he sighs.

"I was just thinking what I should wear for this one party..."

"Wait, what? You? Going to party?", he asks and I nod. Few seconds later he's laughing with his eyes squeezed closed, his hand on his stomach. On his bare stomach. I didn't even notice he was only wearing his boxers. I guess I am so used to him walking half naked around the apartment.

"Well anyway. Whose party are you going to? Your friends' tea party or something?", he smirks and I punch his shoulder playfully. He starts laughing again and I walk back to my room. "Hey wait!", he says and I stop. "So whose party is it?"

"Uhm... Well my co-workers", I mumble. Why am I avoiding answering him?

"And who is this co-worker?"

"This one boy"

Stop avoiding the answer! Just say it. It's not like he cares where you're going...

"And who is this boy?", he asks and I just stare at him.

Say it. For God's sake say it!

"Why do you even care?", I snap at him.

"Why can't you tell me?", he asks getting a bit annoyed. Then he sighs and asks "Is it Kenneth?"

"Uhm yes", I mumble and look down. How did he know that?