Bad Idea (Hariana)

037. IM IN LOVE WITH THE GIRL NEXT DOOR

HARRY

I slipped away from Blair in the party and walked myself to the men's bathroom. I needed a moment to clear my head and really decide if i was going to propose to Blair tonight or not.

I slid open the bathroom door, looking around to make sure I was alone. I stepped inside, the heels on my shoes clicking across the tiled flooring. I stopped in front of the mirror and stared at myself, running a hand through my coffee colored hair.

I felt around in my pant pocket, making sure the velvet box still sat inside comfortably. I pulled the box out and set it on the bathroom counter in front of me, examining the ring with a smile.

The door suddenly clicked open, snapping me out of the trance i was deeply in.

I shut the box quickly and balled it into my fist, gripping so tight that my knuckles turned an off white color. I remained standing in front of the bathroom counter, waiting to see who entered the room.

A different pair of heels clicked across the tiled floor at a rapid pace. the all too familiar smell of vanilla perfume wafted my way, and i instantly knew who had entered the bathroom.

"Chelsea?" I asked with a sigh as the blonde girl came into my vision. I swear to God, it was impossible to escape her. A giant smirk spread across her face as she moved towards me at an uncomfortable distance.

Only a few inches separated the two of us, and her vanilla perfume wafted into my nose even more now.
"Hi Harry!" She giggled. She placed her hands onto my chest and moved even closer.

"What do you want?" I asked carefully. I took a few steps backwards, leaning into the bathroom wall behind me.

"God, Harry. You always assume the worst. Anyways, I just wanted to say how proud I am of Blair for her award!" Chelsea smiled.

"Well then, go tell her. She isn't in here." I sighed, turning sideways to escape her.

"I know. Whats this?" chelsea asked me, turning her attention to the velvet box that i tightly gripped. She obviously knew, because she tried to steal it earlier.

"Not for you." I replied blankly as she attempted to pry open my hand. "Oh come on, Harry! You can show me." She giggled, still attempting to open my closed hand.

"No, Chelsea. I—" I began to say, soon to be cut off by the ring box slipping from out of my grip and into Chelsea's hands.

"It's so pretty." She smiled, opening the ring box and admiring the small jewel inside. The oval shaped diamond glistened in the light as it accompanied a pearl given to Blair by her late grandfather.

I insisted having it put on the ring, because I knew how much he meant to her.

"When are you proposing?" She asked and leaned against the counter, letting the box drop into the sink. I immediately reached my hand into the marble sink and grabbed it, shoving it into my backpack.

"I was going to tonight," I began to explain, rubbing the back of my neck. "But I'm not sure anymore." I sighed.

Chelsea nodded, backing up from me. "I understand, it must be scary." She smiled sheepishly. "Look, the real reason I came here was to .. apologize." She sighed and stared at the floor.

"Apologize?" I asked in disbelief. I furrowed my eyebrows, looking her up and down. She nodded, "Yeah. Shocking, I know. I feel really bad, Harry. I do. You know how the label is, always trying to get in between things. They just picked me to do it, and for that I'm sorry Harry." She looked me in the eyes.

I remained quiet as she continued.

"And if I could, I'd apologize a million times to Blair, I swear. You shouldn't fuck with pregnant women." She laughed slightly, making me smile. "Well you should, she'd appreciate it." I said.

She nodded and stared at her feet. "I will. I plan on it. Just maybe not tonight, I think I should leave her alone. And it sounds like she's having fun out there." Chelsea motioned to the door as we listened to the faint sound of Blair singing Love on the Brain by Rihanna.

"You're right. But thank you for apologizing. It means a lot. I know how fucked up it was on both sides, and we both fell for Scooter and Jeff's dumb shit." I half smiled at patted her back, making her exhale deeply.

"Yeah. Thank you." She smiled back. "Well I better get going, it was nice to talk to you Harry." She began to walk away and exit the bathroom as I waved goodbye to her.

I opened my palm as I was alone in the bathroom and looked at the ring box, flipping it over and examining it.

To my best friend, my angel, my favorite part of all of the days, I love you.

Read a label that stuck onto the bottom of the ring box smoothly. I ran by thumb across the label, processing the written line of words.

I slipped the ring box into my pocket and left the bathroom, determined to find Blair. I knew how much I loved that woman. It was now or never ...

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