Help! I'm Having Twins With Harry Styles! But I Hate Him! Don't I?

There is Romance in the Air and Possibly Evil

He pushed in a door and the hinges cried out in agony; it seemed as if they had not been used in a very long time.

The room beyond was filled with objects largely covered by white sheets. It smelt even more ancient than the rest of the building and distinctly colder, like someone had left the refrigerator door open somewhere.

“I’m sure she would want you to have this,” he smiled, but it was a reserved, thin smile, like he wasn’t sure that his statement was true.

He then pulled away a long, draped piece of cloth that covered an upstanding object. What he revealed was a mannequin, upon which sat the most immaculate gown I had ever seen.

The pale blue satin shimmered, even in the low light, as if it produced the illumination itself. The bodice was studded with tiny crystals that seemed to have an inner glow all of their own; bright sparks were cast all across the room, fleetingly touching every surface with that sharp radiance like glittery fairy farts.

The full skirt flowed like icy rivers from the waist, great, glimmering folds that swept the floor, trimmed with silver filigree.

“It’s beautiful,” I gasped, stepping up to the dress that seemed to hum with energy, a pureness so powerful that it washed away every sin I had ever committed, even that time I told Blake that I didn’t kiss Benjamin Carter behind the canteen in eighth grade.

Benjamin Carter wasn’t much of a kisser, so maybe that didn’t even count.

“It was your mother’s wedding dress,” Professor Cullen said sadly, even as I plucked at a lace-trimmed sleeve.

“What happened to her, Father?” I asked, for he was transparent about his pain, his torment.

Dramatically he turned back to the door, placing his hand against the jamb like the world had suddenly tilted.

“She… She wanted to keep you, she did,” he answered slowly, “but, some things just can’t be, aren’t right.”

That explained everything, and satisfied like a fat man at an all you can eat buffet, I turned my attention back to how completely awesome I was going to look in that gown.

When night fell, excitement permeated the school. It wafted through the corridors, a pungent mixture of giddy, magic, and sexual tension.

Alexys-Marye-Siobhan and I had spent most of the day in her dorm with the creepy Amity, curling our eyelashes and applying lipstick, until the time of the ball arrived.

Bubbles fizzed inside me, foaming up into my throat like the head on a pint of ale. It itched in my nostrils and threatened to drip down my chin.

“You go ahead,” I told Alexys-Marye-Siobhan, who was bouncing from foot to foot like she had fire ants in her underwear… assuming she was wearing underwear. I’m not entirely sure where she got her dress, but it looked as if it was made out of curtains.

Still, as her friend, I didn’t have the heart to tell her that she looked ridiculous, and she went on ahead, entering the grand ballroom to the sound of Liam singing.

“I’m broken, do you hear me? I’m blinded, ‘cause you are everything I see. I’m dancin’ alone. I’m praying, That your heart will just turn around.”

The ballroom doors closed slowly, muffling the sound a little, but still I lingered outside. There was something following me, something watching, something, fondling the very periphery of my consciousness but I just couldn’t put my finger on it.

“And I’m supposed to stay close to Harry?” I snorted in a lady-like manner, adjusting my ample cleavage to ensure that I was not showing off any nip.