Two Truths & A Lie

Chapter 15

It was beyond thrilling to go for three days without anyone saying anything to Harry or myself about... well, us. Apparently, on Monday, Harry resorted to using my response, "Don't worry about it," when people would ask him if we were dating or if he "got a piece of that ass" or what our relationship status was. Since we were obviously not going to tell anyone what was really going on, they stopped asking. However, my old self was locked away deep, deep inside of me, screaming for answers and definites just like everyone else had been. Thankfully, my new self was focusing on enjoying the now. A sense of happiness and carelessness had taken over me, and I felt better. Physically, mentally, emotionally... Everything was simply better. I hadn't realized just how bad I felt before because it had become normal.

Harry came over each afternoon to sometimes do homework and other times to make out. There was no arguing unless Harry prompted a joking argument just to get a rise out of me and then fix everything with more kisses. His lips were like kissing the clouds in Heaven, so soft and warm whenever they met mine. Niall, Zayn, and Miranda definitely warmed up to him quickly. Miranda even brought in photographs at lunch for Harry to see like they talked about. Harry either was truly interested or was merely good at pretending like the pictures were million-dollar captures. Miranda was thrilled by his appraisal, real or fake.

"So you're coming with us to Nico's party tonight, right?" Miranda asked on Friday at lunch, leaning into Niall as he buried his chin into her neck.

Harry sat with his elbows resting on the table and his sandwich in his hands. When Miranda asked him about Nico's party, Harry turned his head to rest his chin on his shoulder and glance at me. "Em and I didn't talk about it really."

I forced my hand between his upper arm and his torso and hugged his bicep to my head. "We're trying to lay low for a while, I guess," I told them all.

As Harry kissed my forehead, Zayn frowned and then laughed. "You're doing such a great job with that, by the way," he said sarcastically. "No one has any idea about you two."

Harry laughed too, but I pouted, sitting up and retracting my hands.

"I'm sorry," Miranda started, leaning forward and crossing her arms on the table. "When you say you're 'laying low', what exactly does that mean? What are you hiding?"

All eyes were on Harry and myself. Finally, I even looked to Harry. All of this hanging out and kissing and hugging and we still hadn't actually defined any relationship.

"You want a label..." Harry confirmed.

Miranda shrugged. "The whole damn school wants some kind of label. I'm surprised Em's head hasn't exploded yet from not knowing exactly what kind of relationship you two are in."

"We're... figuring it out," Harry said, taking a bite of his sandwich and putting the rest down. "When we know what's going on for sure, we'll tell people."

"Mhmm..." Miranda hummed. "Well you better not be 'figuring it out' with other girls at the same time you're 'figuring it out' with my best friend there."

I couldn't help but snort in amusement. "I don't think cheating with be an issue with either of us."

Thankfully, no one at the table pushed the issue any further. I was a bit surprised that Miranda didn't ask what I meant by my statement and was relieved that Harry wouldn't be forced to share his past with the group. I didn't mean to say anything about him being cheated on. It kind of just slipped out. The slip-up didn't seem to faze Harry since he merely puckered his lips at me, silently begging for a kiss. As we walked to class holding hands, I couldn't help but notice the stares from the other students, something I had been oblivious to for the last few days. Having brought up labeling our relationship, Miranda's words were beginning to bother me and I could feel my old self returning.