Lights (2019)

Shining Lights

It had been a few weeks since Harry's public display. It hadn't exactly gone over well—in fact it went over like a lead balloon. Perrie, Zayn, and even Louis were supportive. The rest were either indifferent or not very pleased; Luke and Jane were livid, whereas Ashley and Niall just seemed to not care too much. Honestly, I give a flying fuck. At the end of the day, I was the one who Harry was with and that was enough for me.

The past few weeks have been spent on our couches watching movies. Me wearing his shirt with my legs thrown on to his lap as he laid his head against my thigh. And I am not going to lie; we had some pretty kick ass make out sessions. We had been watching some late night television; I had been playing with his curls, running my fingertips against his scalp. He hugged my legs tightly as he rested his head in my lap. He moved his head to look at me and I had stopped my movements. His cheeks were bright pink and he kept stuttering. He had asked me to go out to dinner with him that weekend, which ultimately led us to this moment.

"Blair! Harry's here!" My father yells from downstairs.

I let out a shaky sigh as I pick and tug at me hair trying to get it to behave. I had attempted a fancy braid that you see on those Instagram videos. I had to restart about a dozen times before it started to remotely look like the girl's in the video. I look at myself in the mirror. Harry told me not to dress up tonight, we're only going out to dinner. Of course, I over thought my outfit anyway.

I wear my jeans shorts, per usual, with a loose black sweater that I have to keep readjusting because it is one size too big. It is constantly sliding off my shoulder—I opted for a bralett so that I didn't have to deal with my ugly ass bra strap popping out every time my sleeve slipped. If it is going to show, might as well make it appear intentional. I give myself one last nod in the mirror before grabbing my purse. As I come down the stairs I see Harry and my father through the front window; they appear to be in deep conversation on the porch. Even though I know it's wrong, I lean against the door, pressing my ear to it so I can hear what they're saying.

"Where are you two going tonight?" My father asks.

"I'm taking her to dinner," Harry answers. "Nothing fancy."

"Ah." They're silent for a bit. "Is she not worth a fancy dinner?"

"No, she is, sir," he says with confidence. "But knowing Blair, she will appreciate something smaller."

"So," my father says. "It is official then; you and Blair?"

Harry clears his throat uncomfortably. I hold my breath, waiting for his response. "Uh...yeah. Yes, sir."

"I trust you, Harry, you know that?"

I imagine Harry shifting his weight from foot to foot. "I should hope."

"Blair trusts you, too, she's always trusted you...she's very defensive over you, you know that."

"Brutally defensive." Harry laughs.

"As her father, I have to ask you," my father goes on. I freeze. "What are your intentions with my daughter?"

I widen my eyes. I throw open the door, plastering a smile onto my face. "Hello," I say a little too quickly. Harry's eyes seem to thank me as I shut the door behind me and nod to my father. I have never seen him more relieved in his life. My father stares sternly at me, probably sensing that I was up to something.

"Shall we?" Harry asks. He holds out his hand for me, and I take it. I can still feel my heart beating wildly in my chest. I wave goodbye to my father as Harry and I walk to his car. He opens the door for me, shooting me a small smile, and I slide into the car. I look to see my father is still watching us from the porch, a tiny smile etched into his features.