Due to prom week, we had only half days of class. Having this much free time on my hands made me miss Harry even more. Luckily the torture was over, today was Thursday and my mom agreed to let me see him earlier before I had to go to work.

Just around the corner from the video store was a pizzeria we had chosen to meet at. When I walked in my heart leaped into my throat and down again as I saw him sitting at a booth. Walking closer, he stood up showing off that dashing smile of his. Before he could say anything I slid my arms around his neck to pull him close enough to steal a kiss. Without any objection he followed and held me tightly.

I craved to look into his deep greens and when I did, I was sure I wanted to see them every day for the rest of my life. He bit down on his bottom lip as his chest rose and fell from contentment.

"Man are you beautiful," he said short winded. "How did I get so lucky?"

"Lucky? I ask myself that same question everyday," I admitted.

We sat beside each other in the booth but I couldn't even think about food. Our bodies faced each other while he tickled my arm that lay upon the table.

"So I have a couple of questions… what color do you want your corsage?"

I couldn't believe my ears. I wanted to dance in my seat.

"Umm, well my dress is pearl white…"

"Okay. I have my suit ready, with a similar color dress shirt. I have a good idea of what to get you. Next is the ride, do you want a limo, hummer? What?"

"Oh I don't care about that," I insisted.

"Are you sure? I don't mind, I'll do whatever you want."

"I'm sure. I like your car, why would we need to pay for another one?"

"Okay, as long as you're sure. Now is there any after party you want to go to?"

"Yes."

"Where at?"

"Our private party," I honestly didn't know where that came from… I lied, I do.

With his head held back, he let out a laugh he just couldn't contain.

"What?" I smiled.

"You know what, temptress. You want to get me in trouble again," he winked.

"No. This is one of the only nights I'll have a good excuse to stay out till morning. And I have no interest in spending my time with classmates I don't even care about. I want to spend it with you. But don't get any ideas of that sort. I'm sticking to my word."

"I know, I know. You just keep surprising me that's all. And what will we be doing exactly?" he asked with a crafty grin.

"Oh I don't know, maybe watch a movie, talk all night, go to the pool and order room service."

"Room service? Meaning we'll be at a hotel? Is that what you would like?"

I nodded wondering if I was asking for too much. I really had just envisioned a night of us cuddling together, without getting caught this time.

"Alright! Whatever the lady wants the lady gets!"

"But please promise me one thing…"

"I know. I wouldn't take that from you. Don't you trust me?"

"I do I do, it's myself I don't trust," I sighed in shame.

"Well then trust me enough that I wouldn't let you do something you would regret later...no matter what."

Those words resounded in my head. We eventually ordered a couple of slices of pizza and I listened to him tell me about his prom night.

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"So are you ready for tomorrow night?" Trisha nudged me with her elbow.

"Yeah."

"You are going to look radiant! I want pictures!"

"I will try."

I began to stack the shelves with this week's new releases while removing the older DVDs. I kept pushing my cart as I traveled all around the store. Soon Harry arrived and I couldn't wait till he came back out on the floor, but that wouldn't be for a while.

To my dismay, I didn't get to see Harry much that night. We had a visit from Harry's boss and a woman from human resources. Unexpectedly she came out and asked for me to follow her. Once I stepped in to the office, I was stumped at the sight of Harry's miserable expression.

She asked me to take a seat and closed the door behind her. Harry's boss, Mr. Platt was standing against the wall with his arms crossed.

"From what I understand you two have shown inappropriate behavior here in this workplace. Such behavior is both unacceptable and non-professional..."

I was absolutely floored, sick to my stomach. I thought we were very cautious, how could he possibly know unless someone had told him? But who would do that? We were all friends here; I didn't think anyone would rat us out. And then I saw a video tape in his hands. I discreetly began to look around the office walls when I spotted a small camera in the very corner. Busted, as I recalled the time when we were snuggling and kissing here not too long ago.

"Normally when employees become romantically involved we have no control over it, however, we do have strict policies that prohibit any physical contact on company premises. Mr. Styles we have a video tape of both you and Miss Vargas displaying unsuitable behavior here in the office. And I haven't begun to address the issue of your employee's under-age status. Miss Vargas, I am obligated to ask you some questions... in private."

I nodded and waited as both Mr. Platt and Harry left the office.

The intimidating dark haired woman turned to me as she began to interrogate me. I felt my face grow pale. I was afraid that although I wanted to be honest I didn't want to get Harry in any more trouble either.

"I don't want you to be alarmed, Miss Vargas, I do understand that you're a minor but I must follow the procedure. It's for your safety. Now has there been any moment at all during your period here that you've felt sexually harassed by Mr. Styles?"

"Never," I said with the utmost confidence.

"Has he threatened you in any verbal or physical manner? Or made you feel the least bit uncomfortable?"

"No, not at all. He's the nicest guy I've ever known."

"Thank you. Miss Vargas we do have footage of the both of you kissing and displaying other acts of affection, right here in his office. Were you aware of the company's policies against that?"

"No ma'am, I'm sorry. I wasn't thinking. Is Harry going to get fired? Did I get him in trouble?"

"I can't say. We're still debating on what actions to take. Thank you, Miss Vargas, that will be all."

I felt I was to blame. If he got fired because of me, I don't know what I'd do. I was so ashamed; I dreaded to see the look in his eyes. My face turned ghostly when I passed by him slowly. He gave me a warm smile and a reassuring nod that it would be ok.

Trisha's eyes were wide in terror. "Oh my God, what happened in there?"

"We got caught kissing on tape. I'm so scared. What do you think they'll do to Harry?"

"I honestly don't know. I do know that Mr. Platt is a pretty decent guy. So it might not be that bad."

I wanted the ground to swallow me whole. What could I do? Should I quit? All these ideas kept popping in my head. A half an hour later I saw Harry walk out, my heart shattered as he looked so disappointed. I had never seen him like that before. Then he paused before completely leaving the store.

"Good night, girls." He made a telephone sign with his fingers against his ear while he articulated "I'll call you later" silently.

My thoughts of guilt shifted into feelings of being a suspect to a murder case. Needless to say that night was the longest tormenting work shift ever. The instant I got off work and sat in my mother's car I called him.

"Hey," he responded seriously.

"I am so sorry…" I couldn't hold it any longer as I began to sob.

"Chloe, baby, its ok. Where are you now?"

"I'm in my car, outside work," I struggled to keep from sniffling.

"Okay, I'm going to head over to your house for a minute, I'll meet you there."

"Okay."

I drove away, not fighting back the tears, fearful of the horrible news he had to say in person. I probably drove too fast but I wanted to be there in a heartbeat. I pulled into the drive way, not seconds later he pulled up right behind me. Leaving the keys inside the car I quickly ran out to his door. He got out slowly unprepared for me to lunge right into his arms. It was the only place I wanted to be in, where I felt safe and sound.

"Hey, things are alright. They're just some minor changes that's all." He tried to comfort me with words and soothing hugs but I kept crying.

"What happened?" I uttered.

"We worked it out. Only thing is I'm being transferred to another location."

"What? No…"

"It's ok. It's just about twenty minutes or so from here. No big deal."

"It's my fault! I shouldn't have come in your office and…"

"Hey hey, stop it! Look at me!" He raised my chin with his hand ever so gently, wanting desperately for me to believe him. "It is not your fault. I'm responsible for my own actions. If anyone's to blame, it's me. So stop worrying and feeling bad, alright? Okay?"

I nodded sadly.

"I don't like seeing you sad like this…forget about it. Tomorrow is your prom night. We are going to have a blast! That's all I want you to think about. We'll be dancing, laughing and having fun … even a little kiss here and there," he said smiling.

"A little?"

"Ah! She's coming back! A little kissing, a lot of kissing.You just occupy your mind with those thoughts," he insisted.

He managed to brighten my mood. I felt more at ease looking forward to tomorrow.

"Oh Chloe, what have you done to me?" he sighed.

"What do you mean?"

"I was waiting till the perfect time tomorrow, but.... I just want to say that… I really, really like you. I do!"

My arms squeezed him tight while I rested my head upon his chest.

"I like you a lot too, Harry."

Notes

Crazy chapter huh? :)