The Chase (h.s. au)

Chapter 13

Lauren.

I can't help but admire myself in the mirror. The difference isn't visible, but I feel as if I've changed. My hair falls behind my shoulder and I stand in just my underwear, gazing upon my skin. It seems tanner, glowing since my first time.

There have been a few days between our night, Harry unable to be with me due to the sudden events my parents need me to attend with them. But I'm sneaking out tonight. I need to see him. It's almost time for me to go to California for early registration and I want to spend my time with Harry.

"Lauren, the cotillion is in a few days. Have you tried the dress on?" my mother calls, my fingers still feeling over my skin.

"I will right now," I say, grabbing the dress.

"Are you bringing a date?" she asks, my lips curving.

"Am I supposed to? Because I can find one very quickly," I say, her laugh heard.

"Harry would make a fine date. I accept him; your father needs to learn that he's a good boy," she says, my fingers zipping the dress onto my body. It's pink and fits my curves perfectly.

"Oh, you look wonderful," my mother claps, smiling at the sight of her chosen dress.

"This looks beautiful," I grin, looking at myself. She nods and stands.

"It's acceptable. Now, please read the information on the apartment we had found for you. I hope you sleep well," she says, hugging me before walking out the door. I lock the door and quickly change out of the dress. A white tee is pulled onto my torso and jeans are pulled onto my legs.

I climb down my window and walk down the street, finding Harry's neighborhood fairly quickly. I start to jog down the street and I walk up the sidewalk to his house, my fingers knocking on the door.

Footsteps are heard and the door is unlocked, the door swinging open. Des smiles and opens the door, welcoming me into the house.

"He's upstairs," he smiles, my head nodding as I thank him. I walk up the stairs and knock on the door, the door swinging open. Harry smiles and wraps his arms around me, pulling me into his room.

"What are you doing here? I thought you had a ton of...events?" he asks, kissing my cheek.

"I do but I had to see you," I smile, his lips pressing to mine. My fingers hold onto his arms and he holds my waist, surprising me as he lifts me up. A small laughs breaks out of my lips and he smiles up at me, my arms wrapping around his neck.

"You like carrying me now?" I ask, kissing the tip of his nose.

"I keep you close this way," he grins, my lips curving. He sits down on his couch and he sets me on his lap, my eyes looking at him.

"Can I ask you something?" I ask, his head nodding.

I love his curls. He looks like he just got a haircut.

"There is this thing...cotillion in a couple days. I was wondering if you'd come with me," I ask, his fingers twirling my hair.

"What's a cotillion?" he asks, my hands holding his chain.

"It's like a party for all the business men and women. It's like a fancy dance party," I tell him, his eyes looking at me.

"It's dancing?" he asks, my head nodding.

He sighs and I kiss his cheeks, whispering pleads. After I set my hands on his neck, I lift my head and look into his eyes.

"Please," I ask, kissing his lower lip to get him to cave.

"I was going to say yes before you started kissing me," he smiles, dimples out.

I start laughing with him and I wrap my arms around his neck, comforted by his warm embrace. His eyes meet mine and I lean my forehead on his, so happy with him.

"How are you? You know..." he asks, my eyes closing as he kisses my cheek.

"Really good. How about you?" I ask, his bright eyes the first thing I see when I open my eyes.

"Great," he breathes, our lips touching. There is no way we are going to be able to manage being away from each other.

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"I invited him because I wanted to," I tell my father, his frown etched on his lips.

"He has no decent wardrobe for a cotillion," he states, my mother silencing him.

The drive ends from our house and the car stops at the grand hall, my door opening. I step out and a hand falls in my view, my eyes looking up. As soon as I see the big green eyes I've come to adore, my fingers forming into his. His hair is pushed back and a sharp tuxedo is adorning his body. He looks perfect and completely blends in.

"You look beautiful," he whispers, my cheeks burning as I blush.

"You look perfect," I smile, his lips curving.

He leads me down the steps, my notice to Harry's posture making me smile. He's trying to look posh and it's working.

"Do we dance?" he asks, my head nodding. Past years, I've had to dance with ridiculously arrogant boys, such as Patrick.

His hand sets on my back and our fingers entwine together, my hand setting on his shoulder.

"I can't get over how beautiful you look," he says, my heart beating fast.

"Thank you," I flush, his lips pressing to my forehead lightly. His chin rests near my forehead as we dance, my eyes closed as he sways the two of us. I've always loved how he's able to dance.

"May I?" an arrogant voice asks.

"No. You may not," Harry spits, Patrick laughing.

"You may want to or her father will really hate you," he slurs, my body pushed behind Harry.

"Listen, she's my girlfriend and she's leaving tomorrow. Leave us alone," Harry says calmly but Patrick shoves him.

"You don't tell me what to do!" he yells, hitting Harry.

"Patrick, stop," I plead, Harry pushing Patrick slightly in annoyance.

"Oh, baby, you won't be saying that to-" but Harry cuts him off.

"Don't say those things about her! She's not as low as you are. She's ten times better than you," he says, his hand taking mine as he moves me behind him.

"You don't deserve her. She belongs with someone like me," Patrick says, Harry tightening his hand.

"I already know I don't deserve her but I'll give her all that I have," he says, my heart swelling.

Harry is saying and doing all the right things; my trust in him growing.

"Give her what? A bag of chips and a life living in a car? Is that really what you want Lauren? Life in a car?" he asks, my eyes flickering to his dark and lustful gaze.

"I'd rather be happy and living in a car with Harry than miserable and living in a mansion with someone like you," I say, his teeth clenching as he listens to me.

"You're going to regret you ever said that to me Lauren Michaels. And you," he points at Harry. "You better watch yourself."

Harry doesn't say anything for Patrick walks away, my body escorted by Harry off the dance floor. A few stares occur but Harry ignores them, our feet walking into the hallway. He pulls us into a closet and turns the light on, shutting and locking the door behind us.

"You-You mean it?" Harry asks, my hands coming to his waist as his hold my cheeks.

"Every word."

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