Harry's P.O.V.
"Hurry the fuck up, man!", I heard Niall's muffled voice from the chips he was eating, echoing throughout the our apartment, making me roll my eyes as I buttoned shirt nr. 3 up. Taking a step back, I ran my fingers through the front of my curls, swishing them to the side as I posed and took a look at myself. Groaning, I squinted my eyes; would a dress shirt be too much? Should I just go casual and wear a simple t-shirt?
Thought after thought ran through my head as I tried to finally get ready for the 'little gathering' Sophia had invited me to. Invited was probably not the right word to use, however; forced me with shameless methods, would be more accurate. How in the world was I supposed to say no to anything she asked me, while she tended to my weaknesses... all while being half-naked?! The only positive thing about all of this was that Alice had invited Niall as well.
"Harry, I'm serious." Niall's voice sounded nearer as I heard footsteps along with it.
Slipping my shirt off, I threw myself onto my bed. "What's wrong, mate?", he asked in between crunches. Lifting my face from the pillow, I glanced at him sideways as he licked his salty fingers while looking intently into the chips bag in his hands. "What does Alice even see in you?" Shaking my head, I sat upright. "We're gonna be late, man, why are you not dressed?" Taking a seat beside me, he offered me the bag; slipping my hand inside it, I stuffed my mouth; the ever so loved taste of baked and salted potato chips calming my nerves. "I don't know what to wear to high school things anymore."
Chuckling, Niall looked at me amused. "You really worry too much, mate. Just throw on something comfortable." Signalling to his white polo shirt, he nodded at me enthusiastically. "And what are we even going to do there with all those 17 - year-olds?"
"Hang out with our girfriends, for example.", he laughed, "What's wrong with that, eh?"
"I guess..." I groaned, hauling myself from the bed and rummaging through my wardrobe for the hundredth time that evening.
Finally coming across a casual plaid shirt, I pulled it from it's hanger.
"What about this?" I asked Niall, keeping my squinted gaze on the wardrobe in front as I continued to doubt my decision.
"Yeah, cool.", Niall mumbled, rusting his hand back in his bag of chips.
I glanced over my shoulder to face him; his eyes focused intently on the food in his lap.
"Oi, are you even listening to me?!" I laughed; his eyes immediately darting up to my agitated tone.
"Harry, mate, they probably won't even be looking at your clothes, let's not lie. They're 17 year old girls. They'll be more excited by the fact that one of their friends has an older boyfriend. So will you just put that shirt on now before I drag you down the stairs by those curls of yours!"
I rolled my eyes, smirking at his naturally calm nature. He was right. Why was I even this bothered? I'd been in worse situations before - way worse, for that matter. Nonetheless, I couldn't stop my heart from pounding and palms sweating. I hadn't felt this enchanted by a girl before, and I guess I just didn't want to mess things up.
Things were too good right now - perfect, in fact.
Leaving the top two buttons of my shirt undone, I took a deep breath.
"Okay, let's go, before I change my mind again!" I joked, grabbing my keys and wallet from the side.
Niall laughed at me, his mouth brimming with the last of his chips as he waltzed towards the door.
