Home Run Honey // n.s.

Chapter Two

Okay, maybe I didn't faint. But I did fall out of my chair. I'm a little clumsy.

I could tell Niall really wanted to laugh, but he helped me up before he did it. It was after he stopped laughing and was gasping for air that he asked if I was alright.

"I'm fine," I mumbled with tinted cheeks.

He chuckled one last time and took a deep breath in. "You're adorable, Harry. You really are."

I might as well spray paint myself red, because there is no way that I'll ever stop blushing around him. "Thank you."

"Maybe we could hang out sometime. Like, go over our lines, maybe," he shrugged.

Honestly, we could totally knock this project out in class, but I'm not one to pass up spending time with my crush. "Uh, sure. When?"

"Well, I have baseball practice tonight and tomorrow. How about Friday? Are you doing anything Friday?"

I was actually planning on watching musicals and stalking your Instagram, but I can make a few changes. "No, I was just planning on staying in and watching a few movies."

"What movies?"

"Oh, uh, just a few musicals is all."

Niall smiled and crossed one ankle over the other. "I like musicals too, Harry."

Um. "Well, would you like to watch some on Friday, too?"And now the bell decides to ring. Fuck.

His smile got wider. "It's a date. We'll talk about it tomorrow, yeah?" I nodded and he got up, taking his things with him. "Bye, Harry."

"Bye, Niall."

I have a feeling that senior year will be fabulous.

••••

The next day, I basically ran to drama with Marcel and Zayn trying to keep up with me.

"Harry, he isn't going to leave if you don't get there on time!" Zayn shouted.

"Yeah, but I get to spend more time with him!"

"Guys, sit with your partners today, alright? And probably for the rest of the week," Miss Libby said as I walked in the room.

I didn't see Niall so I took it upon myself to sit down in a vacant seat. When he finally did come in, I couldn't help the smile that made its way across my face.

"Hi, Harry," he smiled at me.

"Hi, Niall," I smiled back.

"So, I made my notecards with my lines on them." He pulled out his stack of notecards and handed them to me. "Did I do them right?"

I nodded and handed them back. "They're perfect." You're perfect.

"Like you."

I snapped my head up to look at him. "W-what?"

He blushed heavily. "Eh, I didn't mean to say that, sorry."

I gulped and pulled out my notecards as well. "It's alright. Um, I have a few notecards to finish, still." He nodded in response.

While I was finishing my cards, I could feel his eyes on me. I looked up a few times and every time, he was starring straight at me. He wouldn't even look away, just kept staring.

"Okay, I'm done," I said once I finished.

"Can we talk about our plans for tomorrow?" I nodded. "Who's house to do you want to do it at?"