Project: CA, U.S.A. | Harry Styles AU

Chapter 15

I hummed, clearly appreciating it, when the hot, relaxing liquid ran over my still tensed body. My shoulders started to loosen a bit when the warmth of the water got under my skin. Yeah, I was right, that's what I definitely needed after a day like this. It takes only a simple shower - and the situation isn't as hopeless as earlier. Not quite. Speaking of the situation, I probably have to explain what happened after the kiss, or the mysterious-and-confusing-question-mark-in-my-head-incident, as I like to call it. 

After Harry and I had enlightened Anne with the back-story to our slightly strange location and the still visible tiny blood spots on the floor of the hall, Harry had soon disappeared upstairs, an uncomfortable and flustered look on his face. I, too, had awkwardly said goodbye to the slightly confused Anne and had rushed out of the door. The way back to the Colins' house had been even longer than I'd remembered. But after what felt like hours, I'd finally made it in the house and past the two unaware women that were sitting in the living room. They were too occupied to notice me with phoning with whom I assumed was Mr. Colins, who was still located on the east coast due to his work.

And now I'm standing in the old bathtub, while the gentle warm liquid's running down my face and along my sides. But I couldn't shut out the thousands of thoughts that were crossing my mind without a break. Especially the most prominent one:

What now?

I mean- it's usually not on my daily routine that I'm kissing a guy that I was supposed to still be hating for what he had done, just to leave it like that without further explanations about what and why it even happened. And most importantly- what happens after something like this?

I sighed and switched the water stream off. With my towel around my body, I tip-toed my way over to my room, changed into my pajamas and hopped onto my bed.

Dear Diary,
you'll never imagine what I went through this day.
[...]

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The same second that I flipped shut my diary and tiredness overcame me, the door of my room flew open and a innocent smiling Leah came in. She stood a few moments in the open doorway then she closed the door carefully and strode towards my bed. My vision followed her as she slumped down on the soft duvet, her back facing the backrest. She still didn't say a word but kept her brows raised and a looked at me questioningly, which I confusedly returned.

"Well...?" she started, distending the word, clearly thinking that I would get the hint about what she wanted me to say. Which I did not. As she realized that, she sighed and slumped her shoulders.

"Well, what was your date with curly-head like?" She asked in a duh-tone. My eyebrows scrunched in confusion.

"What the h ell are you talking about, Leah? Obviously, it wasn't a date. I just babysat his brother.." I pronounced plainly.

"Let me see.. One, you were so nervous to go there, you almost peed your pants. Two, you two were alone at his house, 'cause his mom was working and his brother surely was sleeping. And three, even tho he tends to be a jerk sometimes, I -and you too- have to admit that he's pretty hot, so I don't find any reason why it shouldn't've been a date." She pointed three of her fingers in front of my face, wiggling them while giggling slightly.

"You forgot the tiny little fact that I was nervous because I didn't want to see him, Lee." I stated dryly at which her fingers sank down.

"Mh..yeah, you're right, that's maybe a little counterproductive for a date. But just the better that you changed your mind 'bout that, huh?"

"What keeps you thinking I did that?" Slowly I got a little suspicious. How could she possibly know something about this evening?  My head already imagined the worst case. What if Harry tweeted something again?