I've been standing in front of my mirror for at least five minutes, mentally giving myself a pep talk to leave my room and go to school. I did not leave my room one time yesterday; I was too afraid of seeing Harry and having to talk to him. I still feel really weird about what happened on Saturday night. Harry acting weird, Liam asking me to the dance, Harry and Courtney making out. Just the whole night made me feel really uncomfortable. Despite the fact that those single events aren't a big deal, put them together all on that one night and it makes me feel really weird. Like a lot changed. Maybe I'm being dramatic, I don't know, but either way I don't know how to deal with it.

I take a deep breath and run a brush through my hair one more time, deciding to stall by putting my hair in a braid to the side. I take my sweet time with it, redoing it three times before deciding that I am quite pathetic and I need to just get this over with. I get my phone and backpack off my bed before slowly opening my door and walking down the hallway. Anne still hasn't come home from London, so it's still just me and Harry.

Before I round the corner and go into the kitchen I press my back up against the wall next to the bathroom door. I take a few deep breaths. I don't know why I'm so nervous to see Harry, but I am. Not talking to him yesterday was probably a really bad idea. He's going to know that something is wrong for sure.

I jump about ten feet in the air when the bathroom door swings open and Harry walks out.

"What...were you doing?" he asks slowly, smirking at me.

Well this is a tad embarrassing. "I was just...I was umm..." He raises his eyebrows and leans against the doorframe with an amused expression on her face.

"Well when you have an answer you let me know," he says, laughing a little and walking past me to the kitchen. "Do you want breakfast?"

"Don't we have to go to school?"

He looks at his watch and shrugs. "Yeah, I guess we do. Banana?"

"Sure." He smiles and takes two, handing me one as he reaches for his backpack. We walk out to his car and we both eat in silence on the drive to the school. I'm not sure if I should say something or what. I can't even tell what he's thinking at all. I thought he would be acting as weird as me...but he isn't. He seems like his usual self.

Actually, it's kind of annoying. A lot of stuff happened on the weekend and I shouldn't be the only one that's effected by this. Fine. If he's going to act like everything's just peachy then I will too. If whatever happened on Saturday doesn't matter to him, then it doesn't matter to me either.

"So are you taking Courtney to the formal?" I ask, looking out my window as he pulls into the parking lot. I notice us veering to the left slightly, getting closer and closer to the cars parked along the side. I turn my head to him and he's just staring at me, eyes wide and mouth slightly open.

"Harry!"

He looks back at the road and quickly adjusts the car, just missing the back of someone's truck.

"Shit, sorry." He pulls around to the next lane, parking way farther away from the school than he usually does. He puts it into park and turns to me. "Why would you ask me that?"

"Why do you think?"

"Why do you care?"

"Can you just answer the question?" I ask shortly, frustrated with his lack of response. He sighs and brushes his hair away from his forehead.

"I haven't asked her to go with me." I just nod and fiddle with my fingers. I really want to ask why he made out with her, but I don't want him to think that I care. Why do I even care so much? My brain is annoying right now.

"Liam told me he asked you on saturday night."

"Yup."

"He said you left before you answered...he was wondering if I saw you."

Shit. I start picking nervously at my nail polish but I can still feel that he's watching me.

"Did I?"

Harry's POV

"Did you what?" she asks quietly, still not looking at me.

"After he asked you. Did I see you?" I felt really weird after everything that happened Saturday night. I ended up calling Liam to try and talk to him about the whole thing...we made peace I guess, without actually doing anything about the situation. We both admitted that we were acting dumb and then he asked me if I noticed Adie was acting weird. When I asked what he meant he said that he asked her to go to the formal with him, but instead of answering right away she said she had to talk to Car about it. Caroline was in the kitchen, though, and Adie was no where to be found. My mind immediately went to when she came out to the fire when I was there, when I acted like a dick and told her to have fun with him, then proceeding to go make out with Courtney. Now I'm wondering if she didn't answer because she wanted to talk to me about it first.

"Why are you asking me this?" She's clearly avoiding the question. I don't want to make her feel uncomfortable, but if she was going to give me the opportunity to ask her myself I'll probably die. She was giving me a chance and I completely blew it.

"Because, Ads. It's important."

"Why?"

"Adie, did you or did you not come outside to see me after Liam asked you to the formal and before you answered him?" I ask clearly, not giving her a way to get out of this one.

She finally looks up at me. She looks like a deer in headlights or something. She looks kind of scared.

"No," she says quietly. She looks back down at her hands and I can instantly see that she's lying. Why would she lie? I don't want her to say no! I want her to tell me that she wants me to ask her. I want to know that I'm not completely insane to think that she might actually like me.

"No? Alright. That's fine. See you after school." I get out of the car and hear her follow. I walk quickly towards the building and she jogs to keep up.

"We have three classes together, including first period."

"Great. We won't be sitting together."

"What is your problem?"

"Don't worry about it, Adie."

She pulls on my arm and we stop walking just before we get to the steps. I slowly turn to face her and avoid her eyes.

"Why are you angry at me?" she asks quietly. How does she not understand right now? I know that she's lying to me! Why can't she just admit that she has feelings for me? I mean sure, I could admit mine as well, but she has a date to the formal now, so it's not really a possibility at this point. I take a deep breath and look down at her. She looks sad...damn it.

"I'm not mad," I say gently, putting my hands on the top of her arms. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be a dick."

"It's okay."

We stand there looking at each other for a minute, when the bell suddenly rings and we both jump a little from the harsh noise.

"Let's go to English." I tuck her under my arm and we walk up the stairs and to our first period together. Things seem a little more normal now...but now I know that there's some kind of unspoken feeling going on between us and neither of us will say anything about it.

When history ends we go our separate ways to our lockers, agreeing to meet everyone at the cafeteria. I seriously think Courtney might be stalking me because every time I'm by myself she finds me.

"So, when are you going to ask me?" she chirps, bouncing slightly as she stands beside my locker.

"Ask you what?" I reply, my tone obviously bored.

"To be your date to the formal."

"I'm not, Courtney. Stop bugging me about it." I slam my locker shut and head towards the cafeteria, walking as fast as I can without running. She somehow manages to stay beside me.

"Come on, Harry. You don't have a date, I don't have a date. I say we go together."

"Thing is, the band is playing so I'm not going to be a great date." It might be a weak excuse, but I need to get out of this. I really don't want to be a dick to her, but it seems to be the only way to get her to understand that I'm not interested. Me kissing her probably created some mixed signals...

"The live band doesn't play for that long, Harry."

"Alright you really need to get this through your head," I say, stopping as we get to the doors. "I. Don't. Like. You. Whatever has happened before with us was a mistake. Saturday night was a mistake. The only reason I kissed you was because I was trying to forget about someone else. Someone I actually really like. Someone that isn't you. Okay? Is that clear enough for you?"

Adison's POV

Courtney stares at Harry in shock for about thirty seconds before storming off down the hall. He starts walking through the caf towards the table we always sit at and I realize that it's really quiet in here. Everyone just heard his rant at Courtney. She looked horrified. He probably didn't mean to be so loud, but he was and the whole caf was listening to it. I feel kind of bad for her, but at the same time it's kind of funny. He completely shut her down and I could not be happier about it.

He sits down between Louis and Niall without a word and takes the apple off of Louis' tray. I'm on the other side of Lou, so I lean forward on the table and look at him. He probably feels a tad embarrassed now that he realizes that everyone heard what he just said. Louis smiles at me and I give him a small one back while shrugging.

"So, how's things Harry?" he asks. Harry gives him a 'screw off' kind of look and Louis just chuckles.

"I guess you finally got Courtney to understand your feelings," Niall laughs. "Loud and clear."

"Shut up, Niall."

"So who's the lucky lady?" Louis prods. Harry turns red and punches his arm then stands and walks back out of the cafeteria.

"Good job guys, well done. Why couldn't you just leave him alone, he clearly did not want to talk about that," I scold. I wonder who the girl is. It's clearly the same one he was telling me about the other day.

"Aren't you a little curious about who the girl is?" Louis asks.

"I guess so." I'm a little jealous of her, whoever she is. Harry would be so sweet to a girlfriend. I don't even know how he doesn't date more often.

"You seriously don't know who it is?" Niall asks me. Louis nudges him in the arm, quite hard. "Ow! What'd you do that for!"

"Why do you think?"

"Am I missing something?" I ask. They both give me innocent smiles and shake their heads. Why do I feel like everyone knows something I don't?

"Liam, do you know what they're talking about?" I ask, turning to my other side.

"Are you serious, Adie?" Caroline asks. "You seriously can't figure this out?"

"Okay, everyone stop," Ty butts in. "Harry clearly didn't want to talk about this so let's just leave it alone, alright?"

Everyone gets really quiet and awkward. Liam puts his arm on the back of my chair and everyone stays quiet. I feel like I should go talk to Harry, but that might be weird for Liam. I don't know how this is supposed to work...are we together now? Are we supposed to act like a couple? I have no idea. I've been too absorbed in the weird events with Harry to think about Liam.

"I umm..I have to go finish up something for math class. I'll see you guys later." I smile at Liam and mouth a thank-you to Tyler as I get up and walk away from the table. I try to unsuccessfully find Harry with the fifteen minutes I have left of lunch hour. I give up and go to my locker to get my books for class. When I turn the corner I see Harry standing beside it. Waiting for me?

"Hey, I was looking for you," I say, walking towards him. He lifts his head at the sound of my voice and smiles at me.

"Were you now?" he asks cheekily.

"I was. What was all that about?"

"What?"

I roll my eyes and lean against the locker next to him, sliding down it to sit on the floor. He joins me on the ground.

"You know what. Courtney? Where did that come from?"

"She's annoying and I needed her to back off," he says simply. "I don't like her like that."

"You can see how she'd be confused, Harry. You kissed her on Saturday."

"I know it was a dick move to kiss her. It just kind of happened. It was dumb and I know that."

"Okay, so why'd you storm out after you sat with us?" I ask, trying to get some sort of answer without asking what I really want to. He shrugs.

"Louis and Niall were being annoying. They know that I don't want to talk about that stuff in front of everyone and they brought it up anyway."

"Yeah, because you basically announced to the entire school that you're in love," I tease, nudging his arm. He nudges me back and laughs as well. "Look, you don't have to tell me anything if you don't want to, but just stop torturing yourself. Maybe it would be good for you to tell this mystery woman that you like her."

He sighs and rolls his head against the lockers to look at me. I give him a reassuring smile and he pats my leg.

"Thanks, Ads, but I don't think it's a good idea."

"Why not?"

"It just...it's complicated," he says carefully.

"How?"

"It just is. I appreciate your advice, Ads. I have to go get my stuff for math."

I nod and he gets up and head down the hallway, turning down the one where his locker is located. I have no idea what is going on with Harry right now. Absolutely no idea.

Notes

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