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Chapter 45 - Late Night Talks

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Chapter 45 - Late Night Talks

Julia's P.O.V.

The rest of the night isn't much of a prom. It's more like a really perfect date in extremely formal wear.

Throughout the night, we'd danced at four different points.

We'd danced to every sweet song he has on his iPod, each moment somehow even better than the last.

Harry had surprised me by even doing one swing dance.

Looking at Harry Styles with his thin, built arms, dark clothes, scars, tattoos, and the one red dot on his lip from where he used to have a lip stud years ago, you wouldn't exactly pin him as one to learn swing dance.

But he'd definitely surprised me, catching me off guard with this information.

We spent nearly a half hour of him just teaching me some moves, and then we'd gotten caught up in the fun of it and countless songs flew by, leaving us both giddy and out of breath.

Yet it was another fun upside of Harry that surprised me.

At some point in the night, he'd let me borrow one of his tshirts and a pair of his sweats which I'd gratefully accepted.

So tonight went from a romantic night of slow dancing in gowns and tuxes, to both of us swing-dancing, cuddling, and watching Netflix in Harry's pajamas as we ate PB&J's and drank juice boxes.

That's better than prom, anyways.

I've also managed to get Harry entranced into Doctor Who.

Of course, he's still confused.

"Wait, who's this guy?"

"That's the doctor."

"I thought the guy with the peacock hair is the doctor!"

"He is, that's David Tennant."

"Then who's this guy?"

"That's the doctor."

"I hate this show!"

So far, our marathon has consisted of confused questions, odd stares from Harry whenever I react, and grumbles of it being a "dumb" show, although I can see the interest sparked in his eyes. At some point in the night, our episode is interrupted when Harry's iPod reaches 10% battery. And of course, that allows me to see the time.

I'm shocked.

It's past 3 in the morning.

"Harry, I've gotta get home." I say, frowning as I look over at him. He juts his bottom lip out, brows furrowing.

"Why? It's only-"

"3:23 in the morning." I point out.

He blanches.

"Has it really been that long?" He asks incredulously.

I nod, sighing as I get up off his bed.

My legs immediately protest, pins and needles pricking from my toes to my knees.

He groans, rolling onto his back and whining quietly. "Tomorrow's the last day of school anyways until graduation, can't you just stay home?"

I laugh, shaking my head. "Just one more half day, then we can stay up and watch Doctor Who all we want since you obviously like it." I assure him, smirking.