Walk Away h.s punk/au

Chapter Sixteen

It was pure shock that caused my delayed reaction, but I eventually chocked out a “Sure.” Rising from my seat I sent Harry a look of, I’ll be back soon, knowing his possessive nature over me. “So what’s up?” I asked as we sat in the opposite back corner of the room.

“Well, there are a couple of things. You aren’t going to want to hear one of them, but it’s something I need to get off my chest.”

“Okay.” That’s really all I needed to say, I knew what was coming from Tiffany and I honestly didn’t care. I’d seen what really caring about someone was like and this was far from it. This was her pathetic excuse of apologizing to me.

“First off, prom is coming up.” I nodded, she like every single other one of my friends, knew where I stood on this matter. “And I wanted to ask you first just in case you do feel something and want to reverse whatever is going on.”

“Go on.” I baited for her.

“Dylan asked me.” Tiffany said like she would at her confession.

“So?” I asked feeling disgusted that she or anyone for that matter would assume that I had anything for him, especially now.

“You’re fine with it?”

“Yes, I am, you could’ve asked this in front of Harry.” I hissed standing ready to go back to him and the secure feeling that came with him. Everything about Harry screamed safe. His broad shoulders enveloped me when he hugged me.

“That’s another thing.” She squeaked.

“For Christ’s sake, I love him and he loves me, what is the problem with that now?” I tugged at the ends of my curling hair.

“We just feel like we never see you anymore.” Her French tipped hands patted mine in a motherly way that came up short of caring.

“Oh, well, when was the last time you called me, or said “hey” in the halls. Harry wouldn’t care, “ that’s true, he didn’t like them, but he wouldn’t care, “and I never said anything when you spent three months of your life obsessed with Evan and away from us Freshman year.”

“I know, I know.”

“No, you don’t know. Do you realize that I cried every night because of that, do you even know about the insecurities I have? No, because I put up with your problems and never thought I had any.” I could feel my throat tightening along with Harry’s soft gaze my way.

“Really?” Tiffany asked seeming to see me in a different light.

“Yes.” I tried to restrain from spilling everything, the thoughts that no one knew, not even Harry. I bounced my knee in anxiety. “Is that all?”

“Yeah, that’s all. You aren’t going to prom?”

“Nope, I’m double dating with Harry.”

“Well, have fun.”

“You too.” We offered smiles that were short of sincere and I retreated back to Harry. “Prom.” Was all I said for him to open his arm for me to slide under and wrap myself in him. 

“Do you miss them?” he asked his husky voice cooing into my ear.

I sighed. I did miss the good. I missed the days of us laughing at all the douchebag guys, the bands we loved, and the pizza. Despite that longing feeling I didn’t miss Dylan. Or the pressure that came with spending time with them. God forbid you take their parents side in an argument. I was too good for them. Not in the sense of money, I was broke compared to them. I didn’t venture into the drugs, but I’d cover for them. How many times had I covered when they went off to get high?

“No.” I husked out.

“You know you can hang out with them whenever you want, it’s not like I control you.” Harry rasped stroking the lines of my cheeks. “I just want to keep you safe, to keep you here. You can’t leave me like everyone else has.”

A short spark of anger ignited in me that Tiffany thought I was trapped. I wasn’t. In truth, Harry was a lost boy that needed direction. I could be that compass. He feared being left alone again, loosing me. To him loosing me was me leaving forever. As long as I was capable, Harry wouldn’t have to worry.

“I’ll never leave you Harry. Never in a million years.” His dimples slowly popped out spreading across his face. His smiled was a mix of the Cheshire Cat and the Grinch. Yet, it was achingly cute.

“Good, I quite like having you around. Now, you and Nina need to meet before the double date, that way you know, not awkward or nothing like that, so how about you two go shopping this Friday?”

“Alright, that works.” I was both nervous and excited to meet her. By meeting his best friend’s girlfriend, which implies I’m in his circle. That also means Liam will ask her what she thinks of me, and base his final judgment of me from hers.

Mr. James walked up to the front greeting the class as always reading over the list announcements gurgling over Prom. “There’s an age limit to your guests, no one under fourteen or over twenty-two. Guys, that means you can’t bring your thirteen year old girlfriend, girls you can’t bring your twenty-five year old boyfriends you sick, sick, people.”

I snorted in laugher as Harry slowly parted my hair away from my ears. Leaning up his plump lips formed over the skin nipping lightly as he said.

“And I think it's time you meet my parents too.”

a/n: A basic filler chapter because I'm a terrible writer and none of the times my friends have left me have tried to confront me about it, so yeah. Rwar.