Breathless

Six

The next morning I go to the same diner for breakfast hoping Harry would be there, even though I shouldn't want that.

A jolt of happiness is shot through me when I saw his familiar figure sitting at the counter.

"Hey stranger" I said while sitting in the stool next to him.

"Hey, how've you been?" He seems a little off, but I can't put my finger on it.

"You mean since last night? I'm good."

"Oh yeah," he pauses. "Sorry."

The waiter comes over, breaking the awkward tension, and I just order coffee.

"Harry?" I ask once the waiter has gone with my order.

"Yeah?" He shifts facing me.

"Are we okay?" My hand motions between us.

"Yeah, we're still friends." He smiles.

Friends. When he says the word it sounds like such an unappealing word to use for us. Friends.

But this is what I wanted. I told him I wasn't looking for anything...and I'm not.

After a very awkward breakfast next to Harry, I stood up and I started walking to my class. Harry didn't offer to take me.

Trish's POV

"What's wrong?" I knew she would deny it, but she's been moping around all afternoon.

"Nothings wrong..I got what I wanted...I guess." Her voice mumbling at the end.

I sighed, sitting on the edge of her bed. "What happened Syd?"

She tells me about Harry, and what happened while I was at the party.

"I know the perfect way to get over this!" She gave me a look, but I knew this time she was going to give in. "We're going to a party!"

Sydney's POV

I can't believe I agreed to this. When we walked into the frat house, the temperature raised and I suddenly felt claustrophobic.

"I'm going to get us some drinks" Trish yelled in my ear, but she was barely audible over the pounding music.

After a couple to a few drinks, I started feeling..different. I don't really know how to describe it, but I wanted to dance. I downed one more drink before walking into the crowd of people moving to the beat.

Trish was nowhere to be found, so I danced by myself.
"Hey sexy, you new here?" This guy whispered in my ear as he rubbed up against me. I got out of his grip, and moved over, only leading me into the similar situation.

"Dance with me, baby" another guy said as he pressed his hand on my hip. That word sent shrills down my spine, and I started to have a panic attack.

I quickly stumbled outside, taking someones drink off the counter and gulping it on my way out. When I stepped outside the front door, I flew face first into the grass, not realizing that there were steps.

I got up slowly, feeling extremely queazy. I hurled over, and I am pretty sure I just threw up, but I can't tell.

Things were blurry, and I wasn't sure where I was going but my feet were taking me somewhere.

As I walk further, I see a figure walking towards me.

"Sydney? Are you okay?" It was Harry.

"Oh, greaaaaaaattt!!!" I slurred. "Now you wants s'to be friennnddsss!!"

"Are you drunk?" He asked, looking taken back a bit.

"Are you drunk?" I mimic his accent.

Without responding, he grabs my arm and pulls me into the direction he was walking in.

"Hey! Hey! Where are we going?" I yell.

"Back to your dorm!" He spits. "Your pissed as hell."

As we walked, I slowly felt my eyelids become heavier, and my pace slowing.

-

My head hurts. I slowly open my eyes, but nothing could help the impact of the morning sunlight shining right through the blinds.

Once both my eyes were somewhat opened, I look around me. I'm in my dorm. I move to reposition myself so I can sit up a bit, but something is restricting me.

My eyes go wide when I see an arm draped over me. I am scared to turn around, not remembering what happened last night at all.

When I look, I see a shirtless Harry sleeping with one arm secured around my waist, and the other tucked underneath the pillow.

"Harry!" I half whisper, shaking him. "Harry what happened last night?" He moans awake from me shaking him.

"Whaaat?" He looks up, eyes squinted. When he realizes what is happening, he automatically sits up straight, moves away from me and pushes his messy curls away from his face.

"Nothing happened last night." He looked over at me, answering my question. "I found you stumbling on the pathway and I brought you back here. I was laying next to you because you wouldn't let go of my arm..you called me the arm pillow man or something because you said my arm was as squishy as a pillow." He smirked. "Which I beg to differ by the way." He adds, looking down at his arms and flexing.

I took this opportunity to admire his toned body. His arms didn't look like they were squishy at all, to be honest.

When he looked up, it took me a second to register I was staring.

"Oh, well...um..thank you." The corners of his lips curved up.

"No problem..I should probably get going." He stood up, and picked his shirt off the floor.

I slid off the bed, and realized I was still in my dress.

He smiled, letting out a small goodbye as he walked outside and closed the door behind him.

As soon as he left my hands flew to the back of my uncomfortable dress, trying to reach the zipper. Quickly realizing I couldn't do it, I took the only opportunity I had.

I opened the door and stuck my head out, peering down the hallway. "Harry!" He was already down the hallway, but he turned around as soon as he heard my voice.

Once he reached me, his expression was unreadable.
"Um..hah," I laugh as I duck my head down in embarrassment. "Can you help me unzip my dress, I can't reach it."

He hesitated a second before agreeing. I stepped aside and let him back into the small dorm and closed the door.

"Thanks, sorry I'm such a mess." I gathered my hair and swept it to the side, allowing him to access my back.

"You're not a mess, trust me." He says as I feel his cool knuckles brush against my skin, while his fingers work at my zipper.

He slides it down slowly, almost tempting. Once the zipper reached half my back, where I could reach it, he stopped.

"There you go." He says shortly, immediately stepping away when he was done.

"Thanks again" I say turning around.

"You apologize too much." He laughs.

We stared at each other for a long moment, and all I was thinking about were his lips. My gazed was pulled down from his eyes, to his lips.

He stepped forward, as if he was reading my mind. His hand came in contact with my back and just rested there, almost as if he was holding me.

Without moving, I watched him dip his head down and lightly pressed his lips to mine.

A/N: Haven't updated in a while, I know! But I hope this makes up for it!! And they finally kissed ahhhhhh :))))