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The microwave beeped and I popped the door open. A mouth watering smell of fresh popcorn permeated the kitchen. I opened the now inflated bag and dumped it into the plastic bowl I had waiting on the counter. I tossed a few into my mouth just as another hand dipped in to grab a some. I glanced over my shoulder to be met with a mischievous smile.

"You just couldn't wait for me to come back?" I asked with a mock frown and a raised eyebrow. Harry smiled; erupting butterflies into my stomach, and rested his palms on the counter behind me.

"Actually I was waiting, but then you were taking too long," he said with a grin and leaned in a little closer "and I had to come find you." His breath tickled my face and for a brief moment I thought he was going to kiss me. I closed my eyes, my breathing picking up slightly, but the kiss never came. I peeped one eye open to see he had snatched the popcorn bowl off the counter and was shoving a handful of the beautiful snack into his mouth.

"Hey!" I crossed my arms over my chest as he chuckled and chewed at the same time. "Don't laugh and don't choke, that was mean." I poked an accusing finger into his chest.

He shrugged and swallowed.

"I thought you were going to kiss me." I mumbled with a blush, slightly embarrassed, but at the same time starting to feel more comfortable around Harrison. At the beginning of the school year I would never have thought I would be serving Harrison Cole popcorn in my house.

"That was the idea, princess." He draped an arm over my shoulder and pecked me on the forehead. Then my cheek. Then my lips. Warmth spread through my cheeks at the attention.

"You used me to get a buttery snack."

"Indeed." He said and I elbowed him slightly causing us to both laugh lightly.

It was a Friday night, a week since I went out with the girls to a club and got dragged home by Sarah like a misbehaved child. It was embarrassing the way she spoke to me and I was just glad I hadn't had any of the others there to witness it. I was hurt, embarrassed, and angry at the way she told me off on the car ride home. She went on and on about how irresponsible it was, listing all the things that could have gone wrong.

Firstly, I never thought I would be yelled at by my best friend like I was 5 and secondly, I couldn't actually believe she was being so judgmental since at the beginning of the year she was all about trying new things since we would be graduating this spring and going to college next year. At first I just got furious. I held my tongue and took the lecture in the car ride home and then her words to me at the end. She looked at me like she didn't even know me. I had no idea how to respond in that situation. In that moment all I'd wanted to do was cry.

And I had gone inside and cried.

She wasn't my mother; even my mother wouldn't have acted like that. My mom was pretty chill.

Now though, that initial sting of it all had worn off and I'd had time to think about it... I wasn't sure what to do.

I started to feel a little guilty for ignoring her in school, thinking that perhaps I was in the wrong. I mean I hadn't even wanted to go to the club in the first place and the whole fake ID thing was up to Christina, I didn't ask for it.

The guilt got me thinking about it more deeply. There was definitely something up with Sarah recently. She had been acting strange for a while now and I didn't know what was wrong. This was the first real fight we ever had I didn't know how to fix it. I knew I would have to call her, it was up to me to call her now since I have been the one avoiding her. She had already –sort of- apologized through text message, but I hadn't answered. I think I was just in a little bit of shock, I mean she didn't even let me explain everything to her.