Fame (Harry Styles) - COMPLETE

Part 14; awkwardness

A few of my teachers were waiting outside of the huge canteen, probably on some sort of protrol in order to stop us students from bringing any alcohol into the prom. A few of them caught my eye and smiled warmly, laughing at the One Direction boys. They didn't really come to school much anymore, due to the fact that they were embarking on their worldwide career, but they'd still insisted on coming to prom with their girlfriends. Harry often spoke of how he missed school, and I knew that Louis missed it hugely. They were always speaking about how they wished that they'd stayed on in order to finish their A-Levels, but Liam and Niall never really wanted to stay on at school anyway. Liam told us once how he'd managed to get an apprentiship at his dad's work, and Niall already had a job that he could easily go into full time before he left school. Considering that the boys didn't exactly have many GCSE's between them, they'd done pretty well so far.

"Alright, guys?" my History teacher asked. One of his eyebrows were raised, which caused my English teacher to hit him on the arm with her clutch bag. Her bright blue eyes sparkled under the brightness of the sky; even though it was almost 8:30pm, the sun was still out and it's rays were beaming down on us.

As we all approached the hall, the muffled music only seemed to get louder. Some Nicki Minaj song was blasting through the speakers, and I laughed hysterically as I caught sight of my Maths teacher dancing in the middle of a huge crowd of students through the crack in the door. The teachers that were stood on the door laughed too, already knowing that it was that I was cracking up over before even turning their attention back to the situation that was going on in the centre of the Canteen.

"Hi, Sir." a few of us muttered in unison, responding to his question. My English teacher nodded at us all.

"Don't have any alcohol or anything, do you?" he asked. I knew he was joking, as a result of him already knowing the answer. He knew we weren't like that.

"No, Sir." Louis chuckled. The teachers' eyes were on Louis, as they all knew that he was the drunk of the group... they'd seen the pictures.

"Alright, have a good time." My English teacher chirped, pushing the door fully open. We all flooded inside, taking note of the sheer around of people. Some were dancing along to the music, whereas others were just surrounding the drinks table as they chatted with their friends. I had to say, everyone looked amazing.

A few of the One Direction boys headed over to their old friends, leaving us with Liam and Niall. After a little while, Becky wondered off with Liam, and Chelsea wondered over to a corner with Niall. Harry soon came back with a few drinks, and handed them over to the girls before dragging me into the centre of the dance floor.

"No, Harry!" I squealed in an attempt to loosen the firm grip that he had on my wrist. I loathed the thought of dancing in the middle of everyone.

"C'mon, it'll be fuuunn!" he wined. He knew exactly what I was like, which is why he wouldn't allow me to fade in the background of the whole situation.

"I don't want to." I complained. It was pretty hard to get your point across when the music was just about shattering the ear drums of you and your friends.

"You might enjoy it!"

"I won't."

Harry managed to pull me into the crowd of students, and I locked eyes with a few of my other friends before turning my attention back to my stubborn, curly haired friend.

My mouth turned up at the edges as Harry took my drink and placed it on a random table. His hands soon snaked around my waist, and he pulled me close to his chest. I couldn't help but take note of the sheer amount of heat that was radiating off his body.

The song suddenly changed from a dance track to a slow, more peaceful sound. I watched with wide eyes as everyone began pairing up with whoever they could find in order to dance along to the song. A few of my friends that didn't have dates danced with each other, which caused me to giggle as they began twirling each other around playfully.

My attention snapped back to Harry, who was now beginning to sway casually to the music. His left arm was pressed against the small of my bag, which caused a violent shiver to wash over my body every time I thought of it. This wasn't the first time that Harry and I had danced together, as a result of our Year 11 prom, but this just felt different from the others; it felt slightly odd as it felt like old times again.

"Are you okay?" Harry asked, his voice slightly high as if he was nervous about something.

I nodded once, gently resting my head on his shoulder.

"I'm fine."

After that song, the slow songs seemed to roll on forever, before the music went back to one of Usher's dance hits.

A pang of disappointment snapped in the pit of my stomach, which caused me to feel really sick all of a sudden. Harry seemed to notice this.

"Are you alright, Molly?" Harry asked. His green eyes were shimmering a bright intense colour. His dimples had completely disappeared with his smile as he began to worry.

"Yeah. I just feel a bit sick. I think it's the heat... I'm gonna go outside for a bit."

I quickly darted away from Harry and headed out of the doors, rushing past my two favourite teachers. I turned a corner and headed around the back of the Canteen, my breathing shallow as I placed myself down in the grass and rested my back against the brick wall, hoping that the bricks wouldn't mark my dress.

Despite my attempts to tear myself away from Harry, I found myself poundering over him once more. The way that his hand had felt on my back, the way in which he looked at me.

I'd not seen him look at Kate like that. Did he even care about her?

Pfft, he was probably just using the poor girl...

Was he using me?

All of this flashed through my mind in a couple of seconds, before I noted a tall figure headed towards me. Harry.

The sound of Harry's leather shoes brushing against the thick grass began louder as he seemed to get closer. After what felt like an eternity of watching him approach me, the curly haired boy plopped himself down beside me.

"Feeling better?" he asked as he sucked in a deep breath.

I nodded, not trusting my voice.

We both stared into the distance. Due to the fact that our school was placed on a main road, there were lots of cars rushing by which caused an uncalming sound. The tweeting of the birds in the trees above us seemed to juxtapose the sounds of the hundreds of angry drivers.

I felt even more uncomfortable as I caught Harry staring at the side of my face out of the corner of my eye.

"You know, you look gorgeous tonight," Harry mumbled. His line seemed a little cliche after all the romance novels that I'd read.

I turned my head and spoke softly,

"Thanks, you look pretty good yourself."

Harry chuckled. I caught his eyes roaming over my body before he looked back over at the road again.

"You know what?"

I paused for a second, eager to know what he was going to say next.

"What?"

"I feel terrible every day for leaving you here while I went off with the boys. I just regret not answering your texts or your calls..."

Harry's voice trailed off. His eyes were fixed on a speeding lunatic that was headed down the motorway.

I didn't really know what to say, so I just dropped my head and messed around with a loose thread that was hanging off the hem of my cream dress.

"You don't have to feel bad about it, I mean, we're good now, right?"

"Yeah, I know. I still feel bad though... I was a dick and I couldn't even see it."

I chuckled silently, wondering if Harry would take offense to that. Why was he spilling all this out now?

"You weren't a dick. I just made it seem ten times worse than it actually was. I understand that you were busy taking over the world," I hit Harry playfully on the arm, which caused him to smile. Despite this, I could tell that he was still jnervous as he brushed a single curl out of his eye. "Besides, you're back now."

Harry's dimples returned, which sent a warm and slushy feeling through the depths of my body.

"Yeah,"

I turned my line of vision towards him. Slowly, the space between us was being filled by our faces moving closer together.

Before I knew it, Harry's soft pink lips were being placed gently on mine. Everything felt as though it was in slow motion as I situated a hand on his chest and brought him closer.