Always.

We all showed up to school the next day matching and we actually looked really good. We took a picture together before our first class started, all standing by each other in the same pose. Our right sides were against the locker and we held the persons leg behind us. We took some other photos too. A serious one, and then the rest of them were mostly silly but what are you gonna do?

Perrie was the only one who wasn’t in our first hour class, which was sucky because now we looked like quintuples and “those aren’t as cool, bro” as Harry chose to explain it. We did get our extra points, and during advisory I had someone else from yearbook take a picture of us together, and if I have anything to do with it, that will be the main picture on the page because we definitely look bitchin’.

Wednesday was inside out day. I only wore my shirt inside out because anything else would just look weird. Some students, like Harry and Zayn, took it a little too seriously making sure to have their boxers and even used their girlfriends bras to wear on the outside of their shirts. I have to admit, seeing Harry in Caroline’s bra, at least I assumed it was hers, was kind of painful but I just tried not to think about it.

Thursday we decorated the cafeteria for homecoming, and put red and white all over. Streamers were hung from the ceiling along with appropriate balloons. Then on the glass windows for the trophy cases, “Class of 2014.” was written with alternating red and white colors. It was also hat day. I just wore a beanie because it’s cute and I don’t have the type of hair that would look good with any other type of hat.

We also had band practice after school, which I was late to because we had to be informed about the float we would be on for homecoming. That meant that I wasn’t going to be able to lead the band this year, but Danielle will do perfect by herself. After practice we made a quick trip to the landing to pick out a dress for homecoming, and I had absolutely no luck finding one. It was to the point where I had to go back to Danielle’s house and look through her many, many dress. Most of them were a half a size too small for me. That’s my fault though, I didn’t want to go dress shopping, but I’m only going to wear it for about an hour anyway so what was the point? This wasn’t prom.

I also ended up straightening my hair, that way it wouldn’t be such a hassle in the morning, or even after school for that matter.

As I slipped on my jean shorts, which were way too short for my liking but I did anyway, a knock came from my window. I quickly threw my shirt for the day, a red t-shirt with white lettering spelling out the word “Wolves”, before I opened the curtain and slid open the window before a grinning Harry.

“Good morning.” I said, once he stepped in through the window.

“Good- Holy booty shorts, Kel. What are you wearing?” he said.

I turned around from the mirror on my dresser and gave him a look that could kill. “Shut up dickwad.” Then I turned back towards the mirror and watched myself roll up the sleeves on the red t-shirt.

“Wow, I was just kidding. You have a nice butt.” He say nonchalantly and I look at him again. He has a stupid grin on his face and I can’t help but turn away because I know if I continue to stare at him I won’t be able to look away.

“Uh, thanks.” I mutter, pulling my long, straight hair to my left, and run my fingers through it a couple of times.

“Your hair looks nice.” He compliments… again, I guess. Having a nice butt is a compliment, yea?

“Thank you. It only took 45 minutes. I’m down 15.” I laugh and turn around and watch him laugh. I finally notice what he was wearing.

He wore a shirt like mine, but instead it had the word “seniors” on it. He also had on some blue jean shorts that showed of his skinny legs. “You have girly legs.” I accidently said, then my eyes went wide before I let out a chuckle at my slip up.

He furrows his eye brows at me, “Hey…” he replies.

“But, I mean that in the best way possible.” I try to make up for it, but it doesn’t really work. “Girls have nice legs.” I try again.

“Alright, Kelly.” He stands and rolls his eyes at me but walks toward me. He opens his arms and pulls my in for a hug.

Hesitantly, I wrap my arms around his torso while he sways us back and forth.

“Are you excited for tonight?” He mumbles, holding me tighter. “I guess all those years of you being my princess may come to an end tonight and you’ll be my queen.”

Oh my God, I’m swooning.

No, stop it Kelly.

I reluctantly pull out of his hug and give him a small smile. “Maybe.” I nod.

~~~

The day passed by quickly, probably because of the parade, then straight after that we had our pep rally. The best part of the parade was getting to sit in a car and not having to walk the whole time. Me and the other girls all had on crowns and sashes that had the words “Homecoming court” written in silver glitter. And the guys were in the car ahead of us, being loud every time we went by a crowd of people.

That was quickly over and it was time for all of us to rush into the gym. The band met at the top on the mezzanine to play our school fight song over and over until our principle announced the beginning of the rally.

I walked down to the senior section and sat next to Danielle, who had chosen a seat next to Liam. It was quite weird if you ask me because I didn’t even know if they knew each other or not. But the way he sent her a warm smile and she returned it told me that they did in fact know each other.

The pep rally was like all the others we’ve had the past 3 years. The cheerleaders began cheering things… I don’t know what, I wasn’t paying attention, I just like watching the do flips and stuff. Then we spelled out wolves with ten people from each class, seniors winning, go figure. There was a balloon popping game and some other ones. I would just chat a bit with Danielle instead of paying attention until I heard my name.

I looked to the gym floor and saw some of the other members of the homecoming court and stood from my seat while Harry’s name was being called. He was sat in the isle across from me, and as he stood and walked to me, he held out his arm for me to take.

The whole student body was cheering for us, at least that was what it felt like, but maybe it was because Harry was such a gentleman? I’m not sure. I just know that when he smiled at me as we made our way down the last three step and onto the floor, it felt like no one else was there.

We made it to the center of the gym floor and I tried my best not to make a fool out of myself in front of the student body, but part of me felt like it was going to be inevitable.

“Alright, we have a special game for our court.” Nikki, our StuCo president, spoke into the microphone.

They had us spilt up. Girls were on one end of the gym, while the guys were on the other and there were chairs placed behind them.

“So,” she says, beginning the rules. “Each of you girls have a balloon.”

What? No I don’t? I thought to myself, then realized that behind my was a teacher holding a balloon that was so full it looked like it would pop if I just breathed on it. The teacher, I’m not quite sure of his name I haven’t had him, handed me my huge blue balloon.

“So you are going to run down you your partner and pop the balloon. The first time will be with your chest.” She said, holding up one finger. “The second, the guy will be sitting and the balloon will be placed in his lap and you have to find a way to pop it.” Could this get any worse? “Then lastly, the guy will lay down and you girls will have to find a way to pop it while it’s on his chest.” That was a rhetorical question.

I looked over nervously at Harry, who just sent me a warm smile, he knew how much I hated balloon, especially when they popped. He winked, and pointed to his bracelet, the one that matched mine, and smiled at me again nodding.

I nodded back.

“Alright, ready?” Nikki asked, as if we had a choice. “Set.” Oh God. “GO!” she said, and I ran across the gym to Harry and put the balloon between our chests and slammed into him. Not too hard, but definitely not gently. But the balloon popped so I ran back to grab the other.

I was already out of breath and I was surprised I hadn’t screamed when the balloon popped. I made my way toward Harry again, running as fast as I could. When I got to him, I put the balloon in his lap and tried to sit on it. I failed twice, but the third, Harry gripped my arm and gave me a light squeeze and we popped the second balloon.

I was shocked and then heard him yell, “Go, go.” And ran to grab my third balloon.

I was nervous for this one as I turned around and thought about what I could do to pop this one. When I got to him I set the balloon on his chest and stood next to him. He winked at me again and I did it. I practically belly flopped onto his chest, causing a loud pop underneath us. I laughed and got off of him, sitting up and helping him into the sitting position as well.

“And Harry and Kelly finish first!” Nikki announces, and I’m just thinking, what the actual hell?

Harry was quick to stand and pull me up with him and embrace me in front of the entire school. I let go after his hug crushed me and Harry pumped his fist in the air. “Good job! I’m proud of you.” He whispered, as the crowd was still excited seeing who would finish when.

“Thanks. I thought I was gonna die from the popping.” I spoke.

“And we wouldn’t want that, would we?”

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