A few weeks later
May 24th
With graduation, came senior prom. After things were patched up with Beth, El and I, things began to run smoothly for me. The revelation of Beth now dating Casper was the only obstacle. I tried to warn her, but she refused to listen and I stepped back.
I was nervous. Not only had Casper come back, but tonight was senior prom. I wasn't nervous about prom. I was nervous about Casper being in the same room as Harry - More importantly, how Harry would react. I warned him, and that was all I could do.
My sister gently zipped up the back of my dress and squealed. "Baby sis, you look so hot." She exclaimed. I laughed and checked myself in the mirror. My breasts felt sore from being pressed against the silk material but I ignored it, the look was worth it. I have never looked into the mirror and thought 'Wow, I look good' until tonight. From the hair to the nails, everything was perfect and my heart began to race as I heard my relatives talk downstairs. Everyone was here- mostly to finally meet Harry after all these months, but also to see Dad, who was on his way to recovery. I was so happy he was here for this.
"Okay, let's go down. Harry arrived about thirty minutes ago and I'm sure he needs your saving from the family." Becca snickered. She smiled at me softly and I felt my stomach turn. I was feeling extremely embarrassed, as once I stepped on those stairs, I knew all eyes would be on me and that made my stomach churn.
"I'm shitting myself," I told her, lifting the ends of my dress to walk to the staircase. She only laughed and lead the way. I could see most of my cousins lounging in the living room from the top of the stairs and a few more relatives before anyone noticed my presence.
"Oh, my gosh, Steve. Get the camera!" My mother yelled, pushing through some people. I laughed and walked down towards everybody. Pictures were being taken from every angle and I wanted to scream but kept quiet and finally got to the bottom. I was bombarded with compliments, which of course I didn't mind, but I was looking for Harry.
I looked around, thanking anyone who said they liked my dress. I walked into the kitchen and immediately spotted him. He was speaking with my dad and I smiled at the sight. I began my way over to him, but I was pulled back.
"Let's get a picture lovely." My aunt told me. I nodded and leaned into her, smiling for the picture. Once the flash went off, I walked to Harry once again, this time reaching him.
"You look beautiful." He smiled. I rolled my eyes. "You too, styles." I told him.
I wasn't lying. He looked breathtakingly handsome and I couldn't keep my eyes off of him. His shirt matched the colour of my dress, truly making us look like we belonged to one another. He cut his hair, and while I would miss his slightly long locks, he looked amazing with shorter hair. A simple black suit adorned his tall figure and enhanced all of his physical features. I truly was very lucky.
He carefully put his hand on the small of my back and placed a sweet kiss on my cheek, being careful not to smudge my makeup. I was glad to see he didn't bring a corsage or flowers. I thought they looked so stupid, and I warned him that if he brought them, I would kill him.
"Your family is very interesting." He told me, sipping on the champagne he held in his other hand as his eyes roamed around the room. I groaned and turned to face him. "What did they say to you?" I asked. I took a glass of champagne myself from the countertop and drank it.
Harry shrugged. "A few warnings to not hurt you, a few stories about you..you know. The usual." He smirked. I laughed and shook my head, looking around the room too. Some relatives were drinking too and some were just sitting there, staring at me and smiling. Awkward.
I spent at least an hour talking to people and taking pictures before It was finally time to go. Harry and I decided to just get a taxi, we didn't want a fancy limo for just us and I certainly didn't want my mother or father dropping us there. As the taxi beeped from outside, Harry grabbed some beers and a champagne bottle before taking my own hand and we sprinted out to the car. I laughed as he pulled me along and waved goodbye to everyone.
"Slow down, Har," I told him. His sudden burst of eagerness was surprising and I stared at him confused with a smile on my face as he held the door open for me. I climbed in and greeted the driver, Harry followed behind me.
"Richmond Plaza, please," Harry told him. The last thing I saw was my parents waving at the door before we took off and Harry cracked open our beers.
"Why are you so eager?" I laughed, taking one off of him. He smiled lazily and shrugged. "I'm excited."
Harry never really got excited about anything. I thought it was cute, actually. I cooed at him until he swatted me away and we both began talking about the stupidest things and drinking half our weight in alcohol. Pulling up to the venue, everything I imagined about prom came to life. Red carpet stairs led the way into a lit up lobby and tons of people were scattered around the place. Harry paid the taxi driver and we got out.
I carefully took in our surroundings as Harry took my hand in his. There were couples all around us, but many eyes met our way as we walked through the crowd. I ignored the stares because I knew what they were for.
The school knew Harry for the guy who was arrested, the guy who was crazy and violent; dangerous. I, on the other hand, was the washed out girl with a handful of friends, we looked like an odd mix. I pushed that thought aside and squeezed his hand as we walked inside. Soft music created an elegant atmosphere and we were handed complimentary glasses of champagne once we gave in our tickets.
"Maelynn!" Harry and I both turned to see who was calling me and I smiled immediately. "Louis Tomlinson, what are you doing here?" I laughed, giving him a warm hug. Soon I saw El come into view and squealed. "El, you're here!"
She laughed, "I am. I brought Louis." She smiled. I admired her long nude dress, covered completely in gold sequins. She looked so gorgeous, as usual. We chatted briefly for a few minutes before Harry stepped in. "He's here." He mumbled to me.
I looked up confused, then saw Beth and Casper approach us with smiles and I took a deep breath before turning to Harry. I pressed my hands on his chest. "Babe, let it go. I know you don't like him, I don't either. But this is our night, not his." I spoke to him.
Harry looked down at me. His eyes burned with fury and his jaw tensed; telling me that my words were not working so well. "Look at me," I instructed him. He did as I asked, his face softening ever so slightly and I smiled up at him. My thumb traced his cheek. "I love you." I told him.
He nodded, "I love you too."
His body untensed and he was fine again, for now at least. I had to keep an eye on him for a few more minutes until Beth and Casper eventually reached us. His hand immediately took mine and I squeezed. The conversation was quick and awkward, just as I imagined it to be.
Harry decided to leave midway through it, raging Louis along with him. I watched them both disappear to the smoking area before Beth began talking again. My eyes focused on her instead, looking over her elegant blue dress. Her dark hair fell in curls around her perfectly painted face and Casper's hand was wrapped tightly around her waist as she spoke to me.
"I need more alcohol." She told me. I nodded in agreement and we made our way over to the bar. It felt strange not having Harry by my side. I looked through the crowd to the smoking area and saw him smoking with Louis, so I cringed and ordered my drink.
The next half an hour was just everybody drinking or smoking while we waited for the dining hall to open for our meal, and currently we were all growing very impatient. Pictures were being taken every second, some girls even asking to get a sneaky picture with Harry alone. Of course he said yes, but I couldn't help but feel jealous.
Myself and Harry were fairly tipsy at this point, no doubt. I sighed loudly and clutched his hand. "Babe I'm starving." I moaned to him. He nodded, "I know, I know. So am I." He told me. He sipped on his beer while his eyes roamed the room, instead of looking back at me and I frowned. "See something you like?"
Harry looked to me straight away then laughed, "what?"
I huffed. "The girls you were watching. See something you like?" I repeated.
He laughed again and shook his head. "Don't be foolish, Maelynn. Just don't"
He took off then and I wanted to slap myself for being so silly. My jealous tendencies show when I drink and it has only been recently. I hated that side of me, but when Harry was my boyfriend, and every other girl stared at him everywhere we went - I was bound to feel jealous one day.
I watched his back disappear into the crowd and sat down, in a huff, once again.