Revulsion (harry au)

Chapter Five

Waking up to the buzzing of my phone isn't the way I expected to wake up. I just wanted to wake up myself up at least once.

Picking up my phone from the bedside table, I read the name across the screen.

"Unknown number?" I say to myself.

"Hello?" I answer.

"Hey El, it's Harry."

Go figure. How the hell did he get my number and why is he calling me at 11 in the morning? I need to get my beauty sleep, and I can't get that from waking up any time before 12.

"How did you get my number?"

"That doesn't matter. What are you doing tonight?" he breaths into the phone.

"Nothing, why?"

"We're going to a party."

"What-no-why?" I'm not really the type of person that gets invited to parties.

"People will see that we came together, so of course they'll assume there's something going on. Are you following me?" he asks.

"Yeah, but I don't know harry. Parties aren't really my thing.."

"I thought you wanted to step out of your comfort zone and surprise people."

"I do, but can't we just do that by posting it on facebook, or going into school holding hands or something."

"Facebook? Really?"

"That's the only thing I can think of." I retorted.

"We're not doing that El, nobody goes on facebook anymore besides your parents." he replied harshly.

"I do" I mumble.

"What was that?"

"Nothing. So what time is the party?" I ask, unsure of my decision.

"Great," I can hear him smile through the phone, "I'll pick you up at eight-and wear something..hot? I don't want to be seen with a girl wearing a jean skirt. Bye."

I hang up and drop my phone on the bed, hurt by his words. Why does he always have to insult me? And my jean skirts aren't that bad right?

I walk over to my closet and take out one of my jean skirts.

"Oh who am I kidding, these are terrible." I say to myself.

I guess I never realized how bad most of my clothes are. My mother is insistent on what I wear, and buys most of my clothes.

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I swear I'm not fit to go to a party. I've ransacked my whole closet and the only thing I could find that wasn't a long skirt, was a pair of light wash jeans with a couple holes in them.

These will have to do, it's far too late to go buy something now. Now all I have to do is find a shirt. Sweater? No. Sweatshirt? No. Blazer? Oh god no.

This is hopeless. I might as well not even go. Harry and I can just come out as a "couple" over social media, this isn't worth the stress.

I call Harry and he picks up the phone on the second ring.

"Hey Harry-"

"Open your door." he demands.

"Why?"

"Because I'm here, now come let me in, it's as cold as Jack Frost's balls out here."

I laugh and hang up the phone as I walk down the stairs. When I open the door I see Harry who is simply wearing a pair of black jeans, a bit tight for my liking, a white tee shirt, and boots. Boys where boots?