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#161: How He Asks You To Prom (au)

#161:  How He Asks You to Prom (au) - 1dprefss

Niall: As you slammed your bedroom door, your eyes narrowed at the soft blue prom dress across the room. You took it and flung it in your closet, shutting the door. “Stupid Niall” you said, wiping your tears as you flung yourself on your bed. You had finally mustered up the courage to talk to Niall, your boyfriend of four months, about your prom in a couple of weeks. You were hoping you two would go together, when Niall dropped a bomb on you. Apparently he ‘didn’t do prom’. You were devastated, and walked out on your lunch date. It was so selfish of him. He knew you wouldn’t go alone, that you couldn’t bring someone else and that he was basically taking prom away from you. You looked at your phone and groaned. Five missed calls from Niall and a text from your best friend telling you she booked your nail appointment for prom. You buried your face in your pillow. Prom was supposed to be a big night, one of the biggest in a girl’s life. You wanted to be with Niall, because you cared about him. Ever since you met him in your English class, you adored him. He was funny, smart, witty and caring. You two had quickly become best friends, and when he finally asked you out you were over the moon. You loved spending time with him, and this was your first big fight. And it was colossal. You weren’t sure if things were even going to work out. Tired from crying you felt yourself doze off. You woke suddenly to a crash in the corner of your room. “What the fuck?” you jumped, spinning to see what was going on. Niall was sitting on your office chair, bent over, picking up a picture frame of you and your friend at the beach. “I uh, sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you” he said, and you immediately felt your blood boil. “Why are you here?” you bit, and Niall awkwardly fished his guitar off the floor. “I, uh, I just wanted to do this” he said, playing a note. You recognized it immediately. It was your song. Niall was playing ‘I’m Yours’ by The Script. You felt the anger wash away with each word. Niall focused on his guitar, wanting to make sure he didn’t miss a single note. He would occasionally glance up at you and smile a small smile. You felt tears brim your eyes. Niall cared so much about you and you felt so selfish causing such a ruckus about prom. At the end of the day, you cared about Niall and that should be enough. Niall finished the last note, and you got up to give him a hug. “I’m so sorry” you whispered, and Niall wheeled back to look you in the eyes. “You’re sorry?! No, no. I’m sorry. I was an idiot. If I care about you and feel so strongly about you, I shouldn’t be so selfish. It’s one night and if you want to go, I want to be there. I left lunch and ordered a tux, but I need you to come pick out the bow tie and stuff because the lady said you would be mad if you didn’t pick them out” he said, and you smiled. “You’re the best” you smiled, sitting on the bed and pulling Niall towards you. “Do I have to dance?” Niall asked, and you laughed. “A few moves? Please” you smiled. “Only if you promise we can go out for real food after” Niall said, sticking his hand out for a handshake. “Deal. Definitely a deal” you said, shaking his hand and pulling him in for a kiss.

Harry: You exhaled deeply before opening the door of the bakery at the end of the road. The new guy, Harry, was working there. His stepdad had just been transferred to a new job in your hometown, and you had suddenly become really interested in éclairs. You walked in and Harry looked up and smiled. “Hi cupcake” he smiled, and you immediately started blushing. You were in the bakery pretty regularly, and Harry decided to call you ‘cupcake’ one day to be cute. It sort of stuck. “Hi Harry, can I just get a danish and a small hot chocolate please” you asked, and he smiled. “Which one?” he asked, and you smiled and pointed to one. “Alright, I’ll bring them around” he said, and you nodded and went to sit down. You and Harry weren’t dating, but you were certainly not interested in anyone else. You were a pretty shy person, especially around your school. Harry went to another high school and had told you he didn’t have many friends there either. You two were identical, just in different bodies. It made for a quick friendship and a mutual attraction. You looked out at the people passing by the window. Everyone was handling the spring weather in different ways. The teenagers, people from your school, were wearing t-shirts while an older couple was all bundled up. You heard the chair slide across from you and turned to smile. “Nice day out for mid march” Harry said, and you nodded. He slid you the plate which had two danishes and a large hot chocolate. You smirked, and he smiled as he bit into his brownie and took a drink of coffee. “So, how was school?” he asked, and you shrugged. “Everyone’s buzzing about prom, of course. We voted for prom king and queen and all that today. I’m sure Stacie McDonald and Kyler Drake will be king and queen, I don’t know why we vote” you said, and Harry shrugged. “Maybe you’ll win, cupcake” he said, and you laughed lightly. “I don’t think I was on the ballot” you said, and he frowned. “No write ins?” he asked, and you shook your head. “No write ins. How was school for you?” you asked, sipping the hot chocolate. “It was good, about the same. Prom talks. I know three girls want me to ask them, they keep bringing it up. It’s kind of funny to watch them struggle” Harry laughed mischeviously. “Harry” you grumbled, and he shrugged. “It’s Kathy Berger, Ileene Richardson and Jo Nadenthaal. I am sure they will move on” he said, and you smiled. “A boy in my last class said he was taking Kathy to her prom” you laughed, and Harry laughed. “One down” he said, and you glanced back out the window. “One to go” you whispered, and you saw Harry’s expression change out of the corner of your eye. You glanced and he had a look of disgust on his face. “What? You’re going to go alone?!” you asked, and Harry laughed. “No, well, I hope not. I have someone in mind” he said. “Who? Maybe I know her” you said excitedly, letting your fingers rest on the mug as your lips danced on the brim. “Just, this really sweet girl. Really sweet” he said, and your face edged into a smile. “You should just ask her” you said. “Just come out and ask her?” he asked, smiling, and you nodded slowly. “Hand me that danish” he said, and you picked it up. Under it, on the napkin ‘Prom?’ was written in messy handwriting with a little cupcake. You smiled widely, looking up at him. “Both proms. Yours and mine. I should have probably put an ‘S’. Like, ‘Proms?’. But that might seem odd” he rambled. “I’d love to” you blurted out, interrupting him. He smiled and you blushed. “Cool. I, uh, I can’t wait” he said. “Ditto” you smirked, as he took your hand in his.