You & I || H.S.

Chapter 27

The week passed by quicker than what I thought and the Prom day is finally here. I did very well in my exams and so did my friends. Harry also surprisingly got very good marks, especially on Biology.

I was now on my computer, viewing the photos I've snapped in the last 6 months of me, my friends, the boys and Harry. There were several pictures of me with the girls and others were of Sarah, Mel and Steph with their boyfriends.

Surprisingly, there was more than a hundred photos of me and Harry. There were normal photos of us smiling or grinning, but there were other photos where we both would pull silly faces like the duck face or a shocked expression. There was this photo of me and Harry where he was kissing my cheek and I was blushing. The photo was so amazing that I set it as my background.

There was also these photos Eleanor took of us together at Harry's birthday. There was one where we were both kissing and I blushed when I saw it. I haven't told Harry that my first kiss was actually with him. It was the day of my birthday when he was saying goodbye before he left. It meant the world to me. But I don't really know if all these kisses and hugs mean anything to him.

Today was prom night and I was more than excited. Today is all planned in my head, I am gonna enjoy every little moment with Harry and won't care about anything.

I'm finally going to have the courage to ask him how he feels towards me, if he does love me, then he'll tell me. I really want to know because I don't want to be left hanging to a hope that is most probably non-existent. I want to know if his perspective of love has yet changed, because if it didn't after almost seven months of us spending together, then there's no more hope. I believe I will have to give up, although I don't want to, if he still doesn't feel a tiny ounce of feeling towards me.

I know that sounds cliché and silly, but that’s love in the first place, right? I don’t really know what I would do if he doesn’t love me back. Would I just try and forget about him? No, of course not, I guess I’ll give him more time. Who am I kidding? I know that if Harry doesn’t love me now, he won’t ever be able to love me.

I sighed then sat up straight, glancing at all my surroundings. If I was a normal girl, with a normal family, my Mum would’ve been yelling at me right now to get up and get ready or I would be late. She’d be styling my hair and applying my make up. She’d hug me and tell me that I look so beautiful, Sam would’ve been envying me that I have finished my high school years and she’d tease me that she’d look way prettier than me next year when she graduates, but she’ll laugh and then tell me how beautiful I look and that the guy I’m going with would drool when he sees me. My Dad would talk with the guy, a.k.a Harry, before we go and try to frighten him as every father try to do.

A tear slipped my eye and I quickly wiped it away. I chuckled at the thoughts of my family; I wish they were here with me through every moment of my life, but they’re not. I just miss them so much. I quickly shrugged the thought off of my head before my eyes turn puffy and red on the prom night.

I grabbed some Oreos and started eating them while I watched the telly. There was some silly show on, but I didn’t mind right now. My phone suddenly buzzed and I quickly unlocked it to find one new text.

From: HarryXx I smiled.

“I can’t wait to see you today at prom ;) Picking you up at seven, stay beautiful babe x” I grinned and read the text over and over ten times.

I checked the time on my phone and found it already five thirty. Shit, I’m running out of time. I quickly jogged to my bedroom and opened my drawers to pick some new undergarments. I quickly got inside the bathroom, opened the hot water of the shower and stripped off of my clothes completely and placed them in the laundry basket. I stepped inside of the shower and gasped when the very hot water came in contact with my skin. I soon adapted to it and started washing my hair with my shampoo then rinsed it and added the conditioner.