The Academy // Harry Styles AU

Chapter 32

Chapter 32

Nicole’s POV

About a month or so has passed now since Harry and I had had our moment at the swimming pool, and we were only getting closer. I had to admit that it was making me a bit nervous though because I still had that fear in the back of my mind that he could just drop me whenever he felt like it.

I was trying not to let that fear get to me that much, especially since I had something even bigger to worry about which was hiding all of this from my friends, and that was only getting harder and harder.

Every time I’d come back to my dorm after spending time with Harry, they’d notice something was different about me and they’d question me about where I was and why I had been spending less time with them. They had already had their suspicions that it was a guy who I had been giving all my time to, but they were determined to find out.

Luckily Harry seemed to be the last guy they suspected though ever since at the beginning of the school year when I went on a rant about how much I disliked him.

I was giddy when I left my last class of the day because that meant that I was going to get to meet up with Harry where he always waited for me outside the building of the class I was leaving right now. I walked out the front door and walked over to the wall of the building where Harry always waited, playing on his phone with his back leaning against the wall.

“Hey,” I said as I walked up to him, our usual greeting.

“Hey,” he said back as he locked his phone and slipped it back into his pocket.

“Coffee shop?” he asked, and I nodded.

I refrained from intertwining my fingers with his no matter how much I wanted to.

I usually let him be the one to initiate, also I didn’t want my friends to see me holding hands with him, it would make for a stressful conversation with them when I got back to the dorm. Now when they see me with him, since I’ve told them so many times that I was just tutoring him, that was their first thought so they never questioned me about it anymore.

“So what do you want to do this weekend?” Harry asked me as we walked into the coffee shop.

We were both at the point were we just assumed we were hanging out over the weekend. At first, I was just always waiting for him to bring something up since I was too nervous to ask if we were going to hang out even though I of course really wanted to. I was just never sure if he actually wanted to continue spending time with me or not.

“They’re having another party, but this time it’s in the boy’s lounge,” I told him as we sat down at a table.

“Are you serious? You’d actually want to go to that?” he asked, and I suddenly felt embarrassed for bringing it up, but he seemed to have noticed.

“I didn’t mean it in a rude way,” he corrected,

“I just didn’t think the last party was all that, you know?” he added.

“I thought it was okay,” I told him.

“You really need to experience a real party,” he told me.

“What would a real party be?” I asked him.

“Something more intense than just a crowd of people in a dorm lounge,” he said.

“Oh,” “How about we ditch the lame party here and I take you to a real party,” he suggested.

“You mean off campus?” I asked.

“Obviously,” he said.

“But we aren’t allowed to leave campus this weekend,” I told him.