Eh not my best, but I've been super busy with school so I apologize. Enjoyyyy X
I sighed in relief at the sound of his voice. I've gone 3 months without hearing it, and it was like a breath of fresh air. I grinned, throwing myself at him and wrapping my arms around his neck, squeezing myself as tightly to him as I possibly could.
He did the same back to me, arms wrapped impossibly tight around my waist and his face buried into my neck.
"You look beautiful," he whispered, leaving a kiss just underneath my ear. I don't know if being this close to him was a good or bad idea. It might make me want to ignore the principal and the damn law that some dumbass made stating that teachers can't date their students. Okay, maybe it's not that bad of a law, because some teacher's are perverts. But in this case, I don't think it's such a bad thing.
"Thank you," I breathed out, still hugging him. "I kinda missed you. Like a lot."
"I think I missed you more," he answered, finally pulling away from me so we could dance a little bit more. This time around, I rested my head against him, wanting to be as close to him as I could possibly be for the one night that I get to.
"Impossible," I answered him, as we swayed side to side.
After a few moments of silence, Harry spoke, "Did you like your necklace?"
I grinned even wider than I was before, if that's even possible, "I love it, so much. Thank you, you didn't have to."
"But I wanted to. These last three months have killed me, and I don't know how I'm gonna last through the next three," he sighed and I nodded against his chest in agreement.
"Tell me about it. Do you know how many articles of clothing I've knitted in the last three months?" I scoffed, because it was getting ridiculous, really.
"You knit?" He asked me, and I could picture him scrunching his eyebrows up even though I couldn't see them through the mask.
I nodded my head, "It's a habit I picked up to not think about, well, to have something to do, I guess," I corrected, not wanting to sound desperate or anything.
"I expect to have some knitted items waiting for me in three months," he smirked at me and I grinned.
"I've already knitted you two beanies," I stated proudly, and I heard his brilliant laugh. Three months is way too long to go without hearing him laugh.
"Yeah? What colors?" The song had changed to another upbeat one, but we were still slow dancing to it regardless.
"Red and blue," I replied and he nodded.
"Red's my favorite color," he mused and I was the one who nodded this time.
"I know, that's why I knitted you a red beanie, dumbass," I rolled my eyes.
He laughed in return, "There's that attitude that I love so much." My heart fluttered at the word 'love', but I knew he didn't mean anything behind it.
"Your hair's slicked back and isn't curly. You look weird," I stated, touching it. It was still surprisingly soft, even though it was covered in gel.
"Well, thanks," he sarcastically replied, but that smile was still on his face.
"No, I didn't mean it like that. You look good, you always do. But you look different. And what was that American accent you did earlier?" I questioned, looking up at him. I've decided that his eyes were my favorite color.
"I didn't think it'd be a good idea to have my normal hair here, I don't wanna take any risks. So I came up with a disguise. I am now an American exchange student," he smirked and I imagined him wiggling his eyebrows much like Scottie does.