1986 [harry styles au]

X. DATE

(how I imagine Nico to look - based on the actor Nico Mirallegro in 'My Mad Fat Diary')

CHAPTER X. DATE
Nothing more happened that night between Harry and I, my father had come to pick me up at 10pm in his little car. Once I stepped outside, I noticed him looking at every single detail of the mansion in awe.

'Is that your friends house?' He asks me as we pull away in the car.

'Yeah, he's pretty rich.'

'You could say that again.' He states, having one last adoring look at the home, before we drive away.

It was now the following Monday. The previous week had been spent doing end-of-year assignments and reading a new romance novel. My mother had been indulged in her newest poetry collection, using the chunky computer connected to the landline to delicately type each poem. The computer had been placed on an old wooden desk outside my bedroom, in the upper hallway of the house. So, because of this, I would often leave my room for school and see my mother's sight glued onto the screen. She seemed to enjoy being able to say goodbye to me personally each day, which was an advantage for her.

'Okay, class, you know the drill. Date in the top right corner of the page, today is Monday November 17th 1986. In this session, we will be going over the exam answers from last week's class test.' Mr Stemming begins to drag his chalk against the blackboard, much to the class's dismay. I lean my head against my hand, beginning to fall into a nap.

Suddenly, when Mr Stemming turns away from the class to write an equation, a small piece of paper flies past my head and onto the desk in front of me. I peer down to find a paper airplane and a small grin finds my face. My head turns to the desk behind me to see Nico, sending him a raised eyebrow. He mouthes 'open it' to which I do, and it reads 'Date on Friday? Nico x'. Blush doesn't take much time to form over my cheeks and I can't help the butterflies that erupt in my stomach. I turn around once again, sending him a nod this time and he looks relieved.

I soon feel a nudge from beside me, I turn to find Lana looking towards the paper in puzzlement. My fingers unwrap the airplane again, showing her the message and she excitedly giggles.

'Something funny, Miss Rose?' Mr Stemming eventually asks.

'No, sir.' She replies, trying her hardest to stop giggling like an idiot. I just shake my head, though the deep smile doesn't leave my face.

Later on that day, in the evening, my father decided to make his speciality for dinner; spaghetti bolognese. We hadn't eaten the dish for a few months, since before we had planned the move to Bridgemont Valley, so it was a warmly welcomed treat. Even my mother came downstairs, leaving the confined chains of the computer, and had dinner with us at the table.

'You're out an awful lot nowadays, Adriana.' She eventually says, twisting her fork in the pasta.

'Yeah, I've made a lot of friends.' This earns a smile from my father.

'That's good, honey.' She states with a grin, taking a bite of the pasta.

'You're out a lot on Fridays.' My dad interjects.

'Yeah, one of my friends hosts a get-together every Friday. I think it's to celebrate the end of the week.' I never asked Harry why he did it, but I assumed that to be the case.

'Study hard, party even harder, am I right?' My dad laughs, I join in but my mother stays stern. He raises an eyebrow at her but I just shake the whole encounter away from my mind.

'I'm happy everything is going well for you.' She tells me.

The idea of telling my parents about the body pops into my mind, and I wonder how they would react to it. I felt that their first instinct would be to drive me straight to the police station, so I strayed away from the idea.