Into The Night

Fifty-Three

As I've said, I love these guys very much.

After a while, when they felt like singing, I walked across the dance floor again. It was easier the second time around as I am certain that she'd say 'yes.'

Approval was something I haven't considered that her parents would give me. . . but there they, are granting permission. Through the tough things Taylor had told me about them, they seemed fine now.

The song started when we're in the middle of the dance floor. And all the rest, some of the people started dancing as well.

"You're not going to get tired of this, aren't you?" Taylor asked.

I shook my head and chuckled a bit, "In tenth grade, I once danced with every girl," I paused so that it won't be considered as one word. "--friend of mine. Rather tiring but now, I only need one girl to dance with the entire night."

Her lips pulled to a smile as I saw the gleam in her eyes. . . beautifully breathtaking.

"I thought you don't like new songs."

I pursed my lips together, "There are a few exceptions." I said. "Like this one."

We danced quietly for a moment, just letting the music guide our moves.

"You know everyone had been staring at you ever since the first dance." She said after looking around. "You're a good person reader, so are they jealous or are they planning to murder you?"

I looked around first, bachelors and bachelorettes alike had been staring.

"Yep, they're planning to murder me." I joked and she laughed. "But honestly,"

I took a deep breath and scanned my eyes around.

"I reckon," I trailed, "simply jealous because I am the only one dancing with you. And I am one hell of a lucky man."

"Harry." She called and I felt a question coming up. "Can I ask you something?"

"Go ahead." I replied with a smile.

"What made you change your mind? What made you come?" She asked and I looked back on my memory.

I took a deep breath, "I told myself I don't want to make the same mistake as the war veteran did."

Her eyes widened in surprise, "You were listening to that? I thought--"

I chuckled, "I was right there at the shelf."

"How strange that it is actually remarkably similar to us." She muttered and those were my thoughts about the matter.

"I'd think it was an eye-opener." I said, "Honestly, I don't know how things will go after graduation, I don't. But, Taylor, I can't let you go."

"Then don't." She closed her eyes for a moment and took a deep breath.

"What happens after?" I asked. After graduation, after all of this, I should go home. . . but what happens then?

"We still have a lot to do before that." Taylor said and forced out a chuckle. "Let's not talk about it for now."

"Fine, what do you want to talk about?" I asked, smiling.

"Fun fact, my one and only ex boyfriend is in the crowd, staring at you." She said and smirked mischievously.

"What?!"

Taylor started laughing, "Just kidding I — I just wanted to see your reaction."

I rolled my eyes, feeling embarrassed as I have acted like an almost-jealous boyfriend.